Vampires, real vampires, didn't nibble on the necks of nubile young virgins. They tore people to pieces and sucked the blood out of the chunks.
David WellingtonI will not negotiate with the undead!
David WellingtonA man. A dead man. A dead man with no arms.
David WellingtonMots clés zombies
Shit rolls downhill. Bureaucracy rolls faster.
David WellingtonMots clés horror historical-novel vampires 99-coffins
All of Europe, as far as we knew, was gone. It might as well not be there anymore. Russia was gone. By the time you got to wondering where America went there just wasn't any more room for it in your brain. A world without America just couldn't happen - the global economy would collapse. Every two penny warlord and dictator in the Third World would have a field day. It just wasn't possible. It would mean global chaos. It would mean the of history as we knew it.
Which was exactly what happened.
Mots clés zombies
There are those among us who find monsters quite attractive, Vesta said.
David WellingtonWhat’s that smell?” Reynolds asked.
That smell is the stuff they grow mushrooms in.”
DeForrest sniffed the air. “Shit?” he asked.
Captain Suzie shrugged. “Manure.
Wow. So what was the vampire like?” “Pale. Big. Toothy,” the trooper answered.
David WellingtonSometimes we call it ‘Extra Chunky,’ too.”
“Why’s that?” she finally asked. “Because,” DeForrest said, barely able to contain his mirth, “when you run over a hippy with this thing, extra chunky is about all that’s left.
Hey.” He glanced away from her, instead looking down at the coffin. He looked back at her and raised his eyebrows. “Want a peek?
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