Please Remain Calm (This Is Not a Test, #1.5)

by Courtney Summers

“Do you have a credit card or something?” I ask because who wouldn’t have a credit card handy during the zombie fucking apocalypse.

I wonder if all hearts are made with the same pockets for fear and pain and sadness. They must not be, or if they are, maybe we all don’t know how to use them. Because otherwise so many of our stories would have ended differently.