Can you do that?” Thomas asked.
“Huh?”
“Kill someone three times.”
“I’d figure out a way.

Too bad we don't have a flashlight."
"Thanks for stating the obvious, Mr. Thomas," Minho replied.

The girl leaned forward and kissed Thomas on the cheek. “You’re sweet. I really hope we don’t end up killing you, at least.

Rose took my nose, I suppose

They called you the Glue"
"The Glue?"
"Yeah. Probably because you're kind of the glue that holds us all together

Thomas remembered the image of the Cranks at the windows back at the dorm. Like living nightmares, missing only a death certificate to make them official zombies.