The tears were back, stinging just behind my eyes. There was blood all over my penguins. I didn't give a damn about the walls and carpet. They could be replaced, but I'd collected those damned stuffed toys over years.
Death, especially violent death, will turn the meanest bastard in the world into a nice guy. Why is that?
Death didn't bother me much. Strong Christian and all that. Method of death did. Being eaten alive. One of my top three ways not to go out.
People are supposed to fear the unknown, but ignorance is bliss when knowledge is so damn frightening.
His eyes widened just a bit, his lips flexed. I realized he was trying not to laugh. I hate it when people find my threats amusing.
He'd kill you all right. No sweat. But for the wrong reasons. Amateur's reasons. Of course, you'll be just as dead.
Stupidity isn't punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop.
The sunken grave would fade away, probably in my lifetime. If I could avoid killer zombies for a few years. And vampires. And gun-toting humans. Oh, hell, the hot-spot would probably outlast me.
What do you do with a master vampire that won't leave you alone? Good question. Unfortunately, what I needed was a good answer.
