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“My dad gave me a present once,' Nico said. 'It was a zombie.'
Reyna stared at him. 'What?'
'His name is Jules-Albert. He's French.'
'A... French zombie?”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“One day private ringer you're going to smile at something I say and the world will break in half.”
― Rick Yancey, The Infinite Sea

“I know what you're thinking," he says.
"No. You don't."
"You're wondering if you should kiss me good-bye.”
― Rick Yancey, The Infinite Sea

“´They made a major mistake´, he blurted out, ´the dumb bastards, when they didn´t start by killing you first.´
´Benjamin Thomas Parish, that was the sweetest and most bizarre compliment anyone´s ever given me.´
I kissed him on the cheek. He kissed me on the mouth.
´You know,´ I whispered, ´a year ago, I would have sold my soul for that.´”
― Rick Yancey, The Infinite Sea

“Unlike its human counterparts, an army of zombies is completely independent of support. It will not require food,ammunition, or medical attention. It will not succumb to panic, desertion, or out-and-out mutiny. Like the virus that gave it life, this undead force will continue to grow, spreading across the body of this planet until there is nothing left to devour. Where would you go? What would you do?”
― Max Brooks, The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection from the Living Dead

“If you can't beat em. Become as crazy as a fuckin' loon and enjoy the ride.”
― Mark Tufo, An Old Beginning

“Pining for things we lost is the same as hoping for things that can never be. Both roads dead-end in despair.”
― Rick Yancey

“I didn’t have much faith in humanity before. I have even less faith now that the world has sh*t the bed.â€� â€� character quote”
― Andrew Cormier, Shamblers: the zombie apocalypse

“Black Friday â€� (AKA Zombie Apocalypse)

Is an event of subset half-dead human like beings confronted with ravenous bloodthirsty monsters preparing to pummel down the doors mid-afternoon on Thanksgiving Day.”
― Sage R Fury

“And on the eighth day, Satan laughed.”
― James Schannep, Infected

“I had a dream about you; you were a zombie in a post-apocalyptic world. I was the only human left, you tried to bite me and I said no. We became good friends.”
― Rodney Jenkins

“The night was blustery and raw, with a chill wet wind blowing down the avenues, and when Rose and I met Françoise and her son and a friend at La Lorraine, a glittering brassiere not far from L'Étoile, rain was descending from the heavens in torrents. Someone in the group, sensing my state of mind, apologized for the evil night, but I recall thinking that even if this were one of those warmly scented and passionate evenings for which Paris is celebrated I would respond like the zombie I had become. The weather of depression is unmodulated, its light a brownout.”
― William Styron, Darkness Visible: A Memoir of Madness

“One fine day you’ve got to give your body to somebody, or turn into a fully-fledged zombie.”
― James Purdy, Eustace Chisholm and the Works

“Posthumous retention of copyright is really a gangrenous foot-in-the-door for the coming zombie apocalypse. And who in tarnation really wants that?”
― Pansy Schneider-Horst

“I had watched him single handedly rip the head off a zombie as he had simultaneously prayed for its soul. When you witness a man do something like that, it changes your perception of them.”
― Andrew Cormier, Shamblers: the zombie apocalypse

“We’re trying to rebuild society, not plunge it back into chaos.â€� â€� character quote”
― Andrew Cormier, Shamblers: the zombie apocalypse

“I didn’t smoke often, and had never smoked before the apocalypse, but now I had more pressing health issues to worry about.”
― Andrew Cormier, Shamblers: the zombie apocalypse

“You have a better chance getting a crack at undead pussy than the real, live thing.â€� â€� character quote”
― Andrew Cormier, Shamblers: the zombie apocalypse

“Someone had bashed his head in, perhaps to put him out of his misery, but more likely to keep him from coming back as a zombie.”
― Andrew Cormier, Shamblers: the zombie apocalypse

“I stuck one of my backpack straps into my mouth and bit down on it. I knew that no matter what I did, my attempt at playing doctor was going to f**king hurt, but I didn’t feel like dying here.”
― Andrew Cormier, Shamblers: the zombie apocalypse

“His leg split like a piece of lumber being hit with an awl.”
― Andrew Cormier, Shamblers: the zombie apocalypse

“Lionel was filled with awful remorse. He asked where had Thomas been last seen, and the boy told him he was headed for the church. Lionel nodded and went home to fetch his shotgun. Throughout the crisis he had done no violence, preferring to preach the sanity of pacifism to the flock. This was different. This was a requirement of the father to the son. He prayed over the shotgun while Darla wailed with the children in the living room. He got in his truck and drove to the church. -- From "The South Fork Penance”
― L. Joseph Shosty, Swallow the Evil

“But the future is uncertain, and he can't get up enough enthusiasm even to masurbate.”
― M.R. Carey, The Girl with All the Gifts

“The absence of wish, to analysis yourself,
the surrounding world,
and what you are doing.
Is the logical, and philosophical proof, of zombie mind, and consciousness.”
― VicDo

“NO BOY WANTS TO TALK TO YOU WHEN YOUR LEG LOOKS LIKE IT WAS BIT BY A ZOMBIE.”
― Mr. Hardleben Mah Awesome Teacher

“I killed a couple of people,â€� Scooter said. “Wanna play cards?”
― Forrest Carr, A Journal of the Crazy Year

“A crush of bodies surrounded the featureless monument. The enraged dead clambered atop their ghastly kin. Caiaphas tucked his knees to his chest and hugged his legs tightly, staring at the scores of ragged, flailing hands as they scratched for purchase over the edge of the cylinder. Metal thrummed and thunder roared, filling his head.
Now there were words within the deafening roar.
“Straaaange,� they seemed to say.
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â€Âٳٰù²¹²¹²¹²¹²Ô²µ±ð°ù°ù°ù°ù…â¶Ä�
Then a quick, awful chant: “CAIAPHAS! FOREVER! CAI—�
And with a piercing whistle it ended as his eardrums burst.”
― Scott Kaelen, Island in the Sands

“A grey-suited figure with badly-scuffed shoes was squatted over a woman’s body, obscuring her face and upper torso. A loose, white dress; torn, now mostly red. A pattern of rose petals, drenched in blood. One of her sandals was missing, scarlet streaks and spatters on her jade-green polished toenails and pale, slender ankles.
Another step took him around the hunched and twitching figure. It ignored him, intent on its work. Then its victim came fully into view â€� and he saw her ruined face.”
― Scott Kaelen, The Lingering Remains

“By definition, fifty percent of every large group that let's anyone join is below average.”
― Jack J. Lee, Year of the Dead

“Now you walk in Paris alone among the crowd
Herd of bellowing buses hemming you about
Anguish of love parching you within
As though you were never to be loved again
If you lived in olden times you would get you to a cloister
You are ashamed when you catch yourself at a paternoster
You are your own mocker and like hellfire your laughter crackles
Golden on your life's hearth fall the sparks of your laughter
It is a picture in a dark museum hung
And sometimes you go and contemplate it long”
― Guillaume Apollinaire, Samuel Beckett