Come now, I was not about to let that thing eat you.

Watch your back.” They hissed, and he tried to move faster, his heart racing and the nerves of his body jangling painfully with fear as he fought to get beyond them.Hands reached out for his...

The abundance of small things, it’ll bury you.

I went into the living room and looked down at my mother’s torn body and shook my head. It was surreal. I guess some people in that situation would have crumbled, some would have cried,...

Hmmm… Never heard of it. Okay- you drive.

As any avid reader knew, a good read deserved a good seat.

Listen up, Little Miss Fun Hater. Off the record, if it wasn’t for our school’s strict but smarmy anti-bullying laws, I would bitch-slap you into next summer.

He never did get right all the way again. And every once in a while he’d come down all bitey.

Happy but isn’t the human factor what connexus a deeply to our past will future generations care as much for chronologies and casualty statistics as they would for the personal accounts of individuals not so...

You’re quite annoying, but I guess your company is better than no company.” Keegan presses his arm against the wall beside my head and smiles. His curly black hair stands out against his pale skin....

All myths have a basis in fact

What an excellent father you have, girls!’ said she, when the door was shut. ‘Such joys are scarce since the good Lord saw fit to close the gates of Hell and doom the dead to...

And for God’s sake, if you need to shoot make sure to release the safety ,” he murmured, as we moved across the front, careful to stick to the shadows as often as we could....

It ain’t how hard you are when you’re standing over top of someone that really matters. It’s how hard you are when someone’s standing over top of you that shows what you’re made of.

Really the only time men and women get along is when women want sex.

Of course, if I eat all of him, if I spare his brain, he’ll rise up and follow me back to the airport, and that might make feel better. I’ll introduce him to everyone, and...

Humanity is a spectator sport. God is the spectator.

What did the zombie say to the whore? Keep the tip!

Yeah, okay. You’re right. I was having dinner with Zombie Carl the other night. You know, steak, rare, and a bottle of vintage type A. He told me all his secrets, but too bad for...

She’s my sister; she got sick. She lost her kid. For all I know, she may have eaten her.

His question is pretty dangerous for me to try to answer, so I don’t—it continues to hang out there like the stained underwear at a slumber party that goes unclaimed.

This is how the zombie apocalypse starts,” Cas said. “You don’t screw with death, yo!

…the end of the world hasn’t granted the clumsiest among us any measure of grace.

I don’t like zombie movies, they’re just plain silly.