Zombie Apocalypse Quotes - Page 2

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.

I don’t know why I told you all those things, but I did. Maybe it was because I’m a drunk, and sometimes drunks like to confess.

This place is Hell’s waiting room.

Black Friday – (AKA Zombie Apocalypse)Is an event of subset half-dead human like beings confronted with ravenous bloodthirsty monsters preparing to pummel down the doors mid-afternoon on Thanksgiving Day.

You’re drunk. They’d arrest you on the spot.”t“What? There’s no law against driving a car when you’re drunk.” He swayed back and forth while he spoke. “Besides, I’m not drunk.”t“Fine, you’re not drunk, but you’ve been drinking and there is a law that says you can’t drive when you’re drunk. It’s called driving while intoxicated or driving under the influence or something like that. I’ll drive.”t“Hmmm… Never heard of it. Okay- you drive.

I killed a couple of people,” Scooter said. “Wanna play cards?

What’s more insane? Hearing imaginary voices? Or not hearing the real ones?

Guns are not the problem. The species is the problem.

Sometimes you have to do something ugly so that something beautiful can grow.

The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.

We’re trying to rebuild society, not plunge it back into chaos.” – character quote

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

This is the strange thing about life, when people are confronted, they all say that the truth is what they want but when the truth disagrees with them, they balk at it as if it were an unwanted zombie apocalypse that only wants to destroy civilization.

If they ever turn, let them chase me for a while. It’s always been afantasy of mine to be chased by zombie cheerleaders.

If a fae sorcerer, or sorcerers, are using necromancy to raise the dead they need to be stopped. No matter what happens, we need to bring a reckoning.--Catherine

Zombies don't bother me, sir," Faith said, dimpling cutely. "They're insane, hungry, angry animals. They won't kill me from professional courtesy, sir.

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

I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.

If you're not learning how to live off the land, then you're only learning how to survive in the short-term. (During a conversation with someone in regards to surviving a zombie apocalypse, 2017)

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

‘Can’t you see what they are?’ I said. ‘They’re all dead.’

She watched as the dancing lights of madness swirled and flickered in his eyes like the fires of hell, and she knew that there would never be anything that could quench those fires except death. Vanessa knew that Jango had become his own Grim Reaper.

If I can face a street full of rabid zombies, I can tell a boy I like him. Right?

You can’t get the blood out.

Listen up, Little Miss Fun Hater. Off the record, if it wasn't for our school's strict but smarmy anti-bullying laws, I would bitch-slap you into next summer.

When approaching a prospective human, first ask them what their name is. * If it replies "Brains," blow its fucking head off. * If it replies "Brian," ask it again, as you may have encountered a zombie with a speech impediment, or a zombie that was mildly retarded in life. * Keep in mind that it is entirely possible that you did encounter a human named "Brian.

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.

People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy.

I’m not a bad person.

They all call me "Excuse me," even though my nametag clearly says "Jordan." It's like people don't actually exist while they're working. Workers are just tools who aren't supposed to have feelings or personalities. You don't become human until your shift is over. Until then, we're all just zombies. We're dead to the world: infected people who need to be avoided, unless, of course, someone needs to know where the paintbrushes are located.

One day, and it may be long off, but one day there will be bacon again. It might be mouse bacon, but that will do for me.

... Have you considered that maybe this is the birth of a new world, that what happens next is a golden opportunity to change the nature of man in a fundamental way?”“Those are brave words, Tiresias.”“New parents can’t afford to be anything but brave, Eddie.

There is a child - a baby - who long since kicked off her blankets. Her skin is ashen and her mouth open in a perpetual yet silent scream. She isn't old enough to roll over, to sit up, to climb. So she lies there kicking her fat legs against the footboard of the crib, eternally calling for her mother. For food. For flesh.

The rumor claims that the shambler virus is now airborne. It can be contracted without getting bitten now.” – character quote

I like living in my head because in there, everyone is kind and innocent. Once you start integrating yourself into the world, you realize that people are nasty, mean creatures. They're worse than zombies. People try to crush your soul and destroy your happiness, but zombies just want to have a little nibble of your brain.

I do care. That's why I hunt them. But if you've seen what I have, then you learn to deal with the murders and disappearances. You learn to push it aside and move on. The other life isn't here anymore. This new world has its own rules. Survival of the fittest is one of them. If you're hoping for kindness and pity, don't hold your breath.

Come now, I was not about to let that thing eat you.

Mia,' she whispered. I turned around. 'What?' I whispered back.She smiled at me a little. 'LEEERRROOOY JEEENNKKIINNNSS!' she shouted, then spun around and ran toward the Z's in the lighting section.

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

We’re not a people worth saving, plain and simple. We’re completely beyond that—both the undead and the few still living. Yeah, 'living.' Some life, huh? But it’s the only life we could ever possibly live if we want to stay alive another day. It’s our life that terrifies me.

Wouldn't it be ironic if everyone who got a radio up and running just sat around waiting for everyone else to transmit a message?

You got what you deserved. Now be a man and confess to what most of us already know.

When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.

If she did bitch-slap me, I'd bitch-slap her right back, but I resented the word bitch and all its familiar forms, as it was degrading to women and dogs everywhere.

Drive. He’s already dead.

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.