#zombie

Cry no tears for us, my friend.” I pry at her fingers, panicking to be released in fear that she may drag me into death with her. She croaks again, “Lend no aches to the dreams of yesterday.” From the corpse of Warren, his greyish gums smack from whatever goo has settled in his mouth, “Allow the tide sweep free the bay.” Then together they sing in zombie choir, “And home the ships sailing send. ↗

— Nathan Reese Maher

#cityspire #death #dreams #gothic #romance

You and I are victims of the same disease. We're fighting the same war, just different battles in different theatres,and it's way too late for me to hate you for anything, because we're the same damn thing. My soul, your conscience,whatever's left of me woven into whatever's left of you, all tangled up and conjoined. We're in this together,corpse. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#corpses #hate #partnership #zombies #conscience

The sound came again. There was a whistle to it, and a moan. It was almost a hiss, and it could’ve been a strangled gasp. Above all, it was quiet, and it seemed to have no source. It whispered. ↗

— Cherie Priest

#zombies #science

Of course, if I eat all of him, if I spare his brain, he'll rise up and follow me back to the airport, and that might make feel better. I'll introduce him to everyone, and maybe we'll stand around and groan for a while. It's hard to say what 'friends' are any more, but that might be close. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#zombies #zombies

I will not negotiate with the undead! ↗

— David Wellington

#zombies #zombies

Hooking on scuba gear and blindly diving into zombie-infested water is a wonderful way to mix the two childhood terrors of being eaten and drowning. ↗

— Max Brooks

#the-zombie-survival-guide #zombies

I am a total zombie just after I wake up. It takes me half an hour even to get my eyes open. Ask anyone who knows me. I can't see; I can't talk properly; I can't do anything without help. The only think I can do properly is think. And I know how to exploit my condition. I've had years of practice. ↗

— Diana Wynne Jones

#zombies

Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#zombies

If your Soviet neighbor is trying to set fire to your house, you can't be worrying about the Arab down the block. If suddenly it's the Arab in your backyard , you can't be worrying about the People's Republic of China and if one day the ChiComs show up at your front door with an eviction notice in one hand and a Molotov cocktail in the other, then the last thing you're going do is look over his shoulder for a walking corpse. ↗

— Max Brooks

#zedhead #zombies

Francis Bacon is a good-looking young man. I don't think he has a girlfriend but I don't know. I don't think he has a boyfriend, either, but I don't know. If he has a group of friends at school, that where he keeps them. He doesn't get many phone calls here. He doesn't go out often. He keeps to himself, even in the family. He's pleasant and polite. Sure, he and I get into fights. He doesn't have his music loud enough. He doesn't drink or smoke enough. We never walk in on him having sex with some girl. It's regular family stuff. "Francis Bacon, are the cops ever going to come looking for you?" You know. That sort of thing. ↗

— James Marshall

#family