I’m just happy to have experienced life; to have had a beautiful son and to have loved.
Aaron B. PowellMots clés life experience love beauty children death child dead happy boy kids beautiful loving the-end post-apocalypse son post-apocalyptic kid experiences loved end-times experienced live-lived
The world is a goddamned evil place, the strong prey on the weak, the rich on the poor; I’ve given up hope that there is a God that will save us all. How am I supposed to believe that there’s a heaven and a hell when all I see now is hell.
Aaron B. PowellMots clés rich strong world belief evil god heaven hope hell believe weak earth save apocalypse beliefs apocalyptic armageddon pray poor post-apocalypse believing post-apocalyptic give-up prey wealthy damn new-world-order doomsday week doomsday-diaries doomsday-diary evil-place given-up god-damn goddamn goddamned nwo save-us
You can't take highways during the apocalypse, because they'll be packed with panicky people.
J. Cornell MichelMots clés road people panic apocalypse apocalyptic zombie automobile car cars roads zombies freeways post-apocalyptic road-trip highway zombies-life zombies-hope zombie-apocalypse freeway auto apocalipse panic-stricken panicked panicky zompoc autos vehicles vehicle highways zombies-are-people-too
I like living in my head because in there, everyone is kind and innocent. Once you start integrating yourself into the world, you realize that people are nasty, mean creatures. They're worse than zombies. People try to crush your soul and destroy your happiness, but zombies just want to have a little nibble of your brain.
J. Cornell MichelMots clés innocence kindness happiness reality world humanity people human-nature live human living happy crazy yourself brain humans apocalypse apocalyptic craziness zombie mental-health brains integration mean mental-illness realization living-life zombies innocent kind post-apocalyptic creatures like head nibbling nasty realize zombie-apocalypse nasty-people mean-people integrating zompoc little-nibble nibble
It was as if some great ocean of destruction had rolled its unyielding tide through the city and then, upon its terrible recession, left behind only a shoreline of concrete sand and crushed humanity.
Jay PoseyMots clés destruction ocean post-apocalyptic crushed-humanity
Getting a new version of the answer every day, Artyom was unable to compel himself to believe what was true, because the next day another, no less precise and comprehensive one, might arise. Whom should he believe? And in what? ... Any faith served man only as a crutch supporting him. ... He understood why man needs this support. Without it, life would have become empty, like an abandoned tunnel.
Dmitry GlukhovskyMots clés religion post-apocalyptic phylosophy
This is the legacy of a compassionate bunch. Our fate now rests on the whims of men.
Leot FeltonMots clés dystopia young-adult post-apocalyptic social-science-fiction
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