Zombies can't believe the energy we waste on nonfood pursuits.
Patton OswaltMots clés zombies
Hey, Ms. P," Tad called, "what's going on?"
She let out a slow breath before she answered. "You won't believe this... Brian Murrey tried to eat Scott Morgan."
Nick's eyes widened at the unexpected explanation. Had he heard that right?
Mots clés strange weird eat zombies odd nick
All right, you deadly little ghostlings,” I muttered. “Mama says go back to bed! - Cat
Jeaniene FrostMots clés frost ghosts bones cat zombies night-huntress jeaniene-frost
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
Isn't it wonderful when people do that, when you put all your faith in their being selfish and self -centered and not giving a damn and it turns out, all that time, you were wrong?
Joan Frances TurnerMots clés zombies
No, we wern't telling Teresa. Because she had that same smell on her skin too, that dead hoocow's awful sterile rot, and until I had some answers to throw in her face I was pretending everything was fine.
Joan Frances TurnerMots clés zombies
The whole right side of his face was smashed in, concave forehead and crushed cheekbone and one eye bugging precariously from a broken socket. He was purplish-black, and dirty white: Maggots seethed from every pore and crawled across him in excited wriggly piles, blowflies waving and blooming and wilting, the bits of bone they'd scraped clean glinting like tiny mosaic tiles. Scraps of jeans and a leather jacket clung to the sticky seething mess of his flesh. He was big, big shouldered, a good foot taller; chit-chitter, he went, even standing still.
Joan Frances TurnerMots clés zombies
Nine years ago I was alive. Nine years ago Jessica Anne Porter was fifteen years old.
Joan Frances TurnerMots clés zombies
Let me make sure I have this straight. The cavalry just now rode into town and it's a Czech Gypsy porn-star zombie killer. Have I got that right?
Richard KadreyMots clés dark-humor zombies
Mother Fuckers. They're going to feel pretty stupid when they find out.
They're fucking with the wrong people.
Mots clés survival aggression zombies confrontation payback walking-dead
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