You can't negotiate with a zombie. They have only one impulse - that's to eat us or our brains.

We live, if we still do live, in a Sea of Chaos, out of which any fucking monster can evolve.

Horror, of all the genres, is the only one that can provoke an involuntary visceral reaction.

My Zombie apocalypse plan is simple but effective; I fully intend to die in the very first wave.

Seems more logical than undergoing all kinds of hardships only to die eventually anyway (through bites/malnutrition/or terminally chapped lips)

I figure anytime you put an adjective before 'writer,' it's a way of dismissing the writer.

My mom can't stand to see us playing against each other. She closes her eyes.