Zombies are eternal. They’re like dinosaurs.

I’m not an expert, I’m a survivor. I hope you can learn how to be one yourself.

Some of the men are zombies.

If they ever turn, let them chase me for a while. It’s always been afantasy of mine to be chased by zombie cheerleaders.

A man’s principles are his own. Man starts flip-flopping on what he believes based on outside influences and he may as well run for congress.

Oh, hell, no. I’m insane, but that would be nuts.

He could wear hats. He could wear an assortment of hats of different shapes and styles. Boater hats, cowboy hats, bowler hats. The list went on. Pork-pie hats, bucket hats, trillbies and panamas. Top hats,...

Nice driving, ya doomed fucks!

There was something about clowns that was worse than zombies. (Or maybe something that was the same. When you see a zombie, you want to laugh at first. When you see a clown, most people...

…they come to us, these restless dead,Shrouds woven from the words of men,With trumpets sounding overhead(The walls of hope have grown so thinAnd all our vaunted innocenceHas withered in this endless frost)That promise little recompenseFor...

Our virus is a lot smarter than the ones you see in zombie movies. It doesn’t make its victims stagger around slobbering and moaning so anyone in their right minds would run the other way....

People need books like zombies need brains.

By now, we’re all familiar with the literary post-apocalyptic world’s metaphors. The zombies are our anxieties. The vampires are our greed. Our fairies are hope. Our werewolves are … what again? Something

Everything good or bad in my life had started and ended within the limits of that town. It was over now, though, and a new chapter was beginning. Nothing would ever be the same as...

If I had a dime for every time I heard someone say that they’re tired of a genre (zombies) because it’s only a fad, I’d be rich. #DeadRising

The toughest part about riding a horse is overcoming the urge to eat it.

The burning red taste of blood floods my mouth. The sparkle of life sprays out of his cells like citrus mist from an orange peel, and I suck it in.

Are you going to rape me at any point or anything?” I just figured it was good to get things out in the open, get myself in the right headspace. He whipped his head around...

A man. A dead man. A dead man with no arms.

He first noticed it on the plane ride. There was an odor about her and it was becoming more pronounced with each passing hour. It was like the smell of rotting meat.

Alice is fictional. This isn’t.

We are in the middle of what looks increasingly like the zombie apocalypse. Moaning people don’t need help. Moaning people are intending to eat us.

You know what would be awesome? . . . If I could have a machete.

Beth from accountingis just sitting in her careating spaghetti.

A father’s only dream is to hear his daughter ask to kill some zombies. Go for it, sweetie. Make this old man proud.

Mother Fuckers. They’re going to feel pretty stupid when they find out.They’re fucking with the wrong people.

That puke was the most wonderful thing I’d ever seen. It was green and a little red. Technicolor, really, the color puke is supposed to be. It definitely wasn’t black, and it didn’t smell like...

This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.

I turned on Fox News and jumped when I saw that they had one of those things in their studio. “Are you people crazy?” I screamed at the television. “Get out of there. Somebody shoot...

You had me at ‘blood allergy.

Even as zombies, ridiculous prom gowns were the downfall of teenage girls, crippling them at the knees.

We always kept in our hearts the most noble, beautiful feeling that sets human beings apart: hope.

Often, a school is your best bet-perhaps not for education but certainly for protection from an undead attack.

Studying wine taught me that there was a very big difference between soil and dirt: dirt is to soul what zombies are to humans. Soil is full of life, while dirt is devoid of it.

Maybe they’re not as mindless as we thought, or so dedicated to turning every last human into one of them. Like Kalyn says, they were just bored, waiting for something better to happen.And that better...

Hey, Ms. P,” Tad called, “what’s going on?”She let out a slow breath before she answered. “You won’t believe this… Brian Murrey tried to eat Scott Morgan.”Nick’s eyes widened at the unexpected explanation. Had he...

It was dark enough that I couldn’t make out their features, but I could see that someone was cutting through the links of the fence. There was a sense of urgency about those that watched...

When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.

That’s it. New rule: no more flirting during the zombie apocalypse

The more I know about people, the more I love zombies.

Guns are not the problem. The species is the problem.

they’re kind of scary,” and now I’m vaguely disappointed that we’re not here to watch a zombie movie.

If zombies eat brains, then they’d love me, because who doesn’t like a buffet?

The zombies were like Canadians, in that they looked enough like real people at first, to fool you.

This is the moment I have dreaded, the very reason why we kept running, even when it seemed hopeless. We all seemed to believe if we kept running, we would never die. But what exactly...

I’ve been waiting for you,” he murmured.Aphrodite slowly walked across the balcony, as her mind raced, trying to think of the perfect thing to say in return. All of a sudden a thought came to...

His eyes danced like a teenager. “Eat anyone alive today?” her father joked.Ruby returned his wicked grin and sauntered into the living room. “Not today, but tomorrow’s another day.

Let me make sure I have this straight. The cavalry just now rode into town and it’s a Czech Gypsy porn-star zombie killer. Have I got that right?

Shall I kill her now? Shall I not even investigate, but kill her and burn her?His throat moved. Such thoughts were a hideous testimony to the world he had accepted; a world in which murder...

Jane woke, stretched, and decided to kill herself. If she hadn’t found a reason to live by the end of the day she would jump from the rig. It felt good to have a plan.