Are you afraid of the dark?” I asked. “No. Monsters aren't real. This is real. I'm scared of what could happen when the lights go out.
Pretty average headlines for a worldwide catastrophe," Jane remarked as she read from Hollywood's Highest. "Some man in Africa claimed to have found the cure for AIDS, yet another politician said something about the president and now formally regrets...
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....
I wasn't the only one hungry on the road, it seemed; a single bite—even a minor scratch—from one of the infected, and we were as good as dead. (And so the cycle repeats.)
There is no afterlife for wilted flowers like me.
Not all beaches are fun and sunscreen.
Some people were simply created with the right genes and the proper social skills, I figured. They ended up at a lunch table with a group of good-looking individuals, like them, who did what all good-looking individuals managed: making the rest of us...
There's always hope. And oceans. Hope and oceans.
This jeweled coast does not shine for its gems are coated with grit.
Sleep is the only thing I stay awake for.
The weekends are too short for sleep!
