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Think about that for a moment. They died for you. Now take a good look at the life you’re living and tell me: Did they do the right thing?
Our story opens where countless stories have ended in the last twenty-six years: with an idiot—in this case, my brother Shaun—deciding it would be a good idea to go out and poke a zombie with a stick to see what happens.
“Failure to die is always appreciated,”
“Actually,” said the senator, stepping into the room, “we’re slightly disappointed by the lack of bombs, zombies, or drugs hidden in your gear. I thought you folks were supposed to be reporters, but there wasn’t even any illicit booze.”
I met the greats the way you should meet them, through their words and the things they did,
I’ve never had a cold, thanks to Dr. Kellis, but I understand they were pretty annoying;
that they fucking are
If any zombies tried to invade this political event, she’d probably wind up giving them what-for and driving them back outside to wait their turn.
God will do as He wills, and it isn’t my place or my position to judge Him.
God is the ultimate recycler.
there was a lot of scowling going on, and that’s usually a sign that interest is warranted.
“Are you ever not a pessimist?” “Sometimes. But then I wake up.”
“You didn’t just shake us because?” I mumbled. A splitting headache was rushing in to fill the void left by my disrupted REM cycle. “Are you kidding? You two sleep armed. I like having four limbs and a head.”
They don’t look as natural, but they also don’t make me feel like I’m trying to lie about my medical condition. My eyes aren’t normal. They never will be.
No one has managed to successfully charge a security technician with manslaughter—yet—but the cases come up almost every year.
There comes a point when you need to get over the fear and get on with your life, and a lot of people don’t seem to be capable of that anymore.
Assembly-line hospitality. Maybe it’s not that welcoming, but it gets the job done.
That’s me. The eternal optimist.
I had to admit a certain affection for the Mattel booth advertising Urban Survival Barbie, now with her own machete and blood testing unit.
The difference between the truth and a lie is that both of them can hurt, but only one will take the time to heal you afterward.
“Shaun, get your sister her glasses. She looks naked without them. It’s creeping me out.”
