Mark Spitz had met plenty of the divine-retribution folks over the months. This was their moment; they were umbrella salesmen standing outside a subway entrance in a downpour. The human race deserved the plague, we brought it on ourselves for poisoning the planet, for the Death of God, the calculated brutalities of the global economic system, for driving primordial species to extinction: the entire collapse of values as evidenced by everything from nuclear fission to reality television to alternate side of the street parking. Mark Spitz could only endure these harangues for a minute or two before he split. It was boring.The plague was the plague. You were wearing galoshes, or you weren't.
Colson WhiteheadMots clés apocalypse blame zombies devine-retribution
Fuathan don’t come out until after dark. Sunlight kills them.’
‘Like vampires?’
‘Kind of. Very mean, sub-aquatic vampires who don’t need to drink your blood, but might do it anyway, just for fun.
Mots clés paranormal-romance alice-in-wonderland zombies urban-fantasy faerie-paranormal-romance
He's a ghost, not a carnival magician.
-Benny Imura
He never did get right all the way again. And every once in a while he'd come down all bitey.
Jonathan MaberryMots clés humorous zombies riot
There is another system, more beaded than weather or murder, that is moving up into the province. As Les leaves the chair to investigate his son’s crying a thousand zombies form an alliterative fog around Lake Scugog and beyond, mouthing the words Helen, hello, help. This fog predominates the region; however, other systems compete, bursting and winding with vowels braiding into dipthongs so long that they dissipate across a thousand panting lips. In the suburbs of Barrie, for instance, an alliteration that began with the wail of a cat in heat picked up the consonant “Guh” from a fisherman caught in surprise on Lake Simcoe. The echoing coves of the lake added a sort of meter, and by the time these sounds arrived in Gravenhurst, the people there were certain that a musical was blaring from speakers in the woods. All across the province, zombies, like extras in a crowd scene, imitate a thousand conversations. They open and close their mouths on things and sound is a heavy carpet of mumbling, a pre-production monstrosity. In minutes the Pontypool fog will march on the town of Sunderland and over the barriers south of Lindsay.
Tony BurgessHands and lips and teeth, and you'd forgotten-no, you'd never known-this way of knowing someone, this dissolution of self, this autophagy.
Alaya Dawn JohnsonWho would want to be the prey in a world full of hunters?
Alexia PurdyMots clés adventure survival paranormal young-adult apocalyptic vampire ya post-apocalypse zombies dystopian urban-fantasy vampire-hunter teen-fiction
I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys
Isaac MarionMots clés zombies warm-bodies
Fucking GUNS are fucking AWESOME and when you SHOOT them at SHIT, they fucking KILL it!
Shamus McCartyAlex: "You asked earlier why us humans fear death. I suppose it is the unknown - not knowing what awaits on the other side. But now I know, and I still fear it."
The Darkness: "?"
Alex: "But now I fear the living - in fact, I now fear life more than death!
Mots clés horror apocalypse zombies among-the-fallen
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