Best 143 of Zombie apocalypse quotes - MyQuotes
Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.
For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.
Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.
Drive. He’s already dead.
She really talks to you, doesn't she?" She asked. "it's not just you talking to her. She talks BACK." "hel, half the time she starts it." I said, half-defensively. "I know it's weird." "Well, yes, it's weird. Technically, I think it's insane. But who am I to judge?" Maggie shrugged. "I live in a house most people view as the setting of a horror movie waiting to happen, with an army of security ninjas and a couple dozen epileptic dogs for company. I don't think I'm qualified to pass judgement on 'weird'.
You take all of our pain, you are the spine. You are the blood soaked rag that holds closed the wounds in our soul.
Thank you, Deke. You are very good to me.” “I know,” he smirks. “Can I get back in your bed now?
There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.
I stuck one of my backpack straps into my mouth and bit down on it. I knew that no matter what I did, my attempt at playing doctor was going to f**king hurt, but I didn’t feel like dying here.
If I can face a street full of rabid zombies, I can tell a boy I like him. Right?
Black vomit came gushing out Samantha’s mouth, adding to the puddle already on the floor. Samantha was covered in a sheen of sweat, crouched on all fours on the wooden hallway floor, like an animal. Her thick yellow fingernails made deep scratches in the wood as her body convulsed with each new expulsion of the black vomit. Her hair was long and thick and full; thicker and fuller than he had ever seen it. It reminded him of a lion’s mane. Her skin was a sickly pale grey with disturbing red boils the size of grapefruit and weeping puss-filled black blotches where others had burst. Spider webs of blue veins were visible under the skin all over her body.
The seven habits of highly effective zombies. Hint - most of them involve eating your brains.
When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.
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.
You have a better chance getting a crack at undead pussy than the real, live thing.” – character quote
People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy.
Partnerships don't last forever. The zombie apocalypse just might.
Ebola then turns the insides of its host into jelly: you begin to vomit black junk which is basically your dissolved liver and internal organs.
Rich dad, poor zombie.
What’s more insane? Hearing imaginary voices? Or not hearing the real ones?
I have to get stronger, harder, and faster. The only way to get hard enough to walk the Apocalypse Road is in the crucible of battle.
The question: What color is my parachute? The answer: blood red, brains gray, sludge black.
I've heard rumors that if we get too weak to give blood, they feed us to the zeds." Hannah just stared at her in horror a moment before asking, "The zeds?" "Yeah. You know, like how the Brits say the letter z? For zombie?" "Oh." "What do you call them?" Hannah thought about it a second before saying, "The scary dead things that ate my parents. But yours is catchier.
Profits are everything; but to get them you have to catch a zombie.
Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.
She found it sort of amusing. There was a time when she never would have thought to date a cop. She could not imagine how it would be having to worry every day or night and wonder if her boyfriend would get shot or killed in the line of duty. Yet, here she was lying in bed with one that she only knew for a weekend during the Zombie Apocalypse. Of course, she had a new fear. Would he get infected or killed by zombies. In a way, that also seemed funny to her. It’s something she never dreamed she’d have to worry about.
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.
Do what you love and the zombies will follow.
‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.
Todd’s wife was one of those women with a forced smile perpetually cemented on her face. Even after being chased by a mob of homicidal maniacs and attempting to barricade doors with barstools she kept up appearances, practicing for the days when her husband would be running for public office. When she saw her son poking at their former mail carrier’s dead body a look of utter horror came across her face for the slightest instant. She caught herself and put that smile back on so quickly Will wondered if she might have pulled a few cheek muscles. “Trevor!” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Trevor, you get away from that this instant! You don’t know what kind of diseases that man had. Children shouldn’t play with dead things.” Will looked at Todd and smirked. “Cute kid. How many of those things do you think are out there?
If they ever turn, let them chase me for a while. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to be chased by zombie cheerleaders.
Fake it til you make it. Just make it.
Powell’s face appeared on screen. “It’s true, the doomsday crowd is a little crazy,” she said, looking thoughtful. “But that doesn’t mean they’re wrong.
I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.
The stars are always shining...even when you can't see them.
She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil.
...the guns and the eyes of the guard were facing inwards, not outwards, an observation that made little sense and was disregarded at the time.
Yes, because in a zombie apocalypse, there's a lot of downtime to get your hair done.
No more running, no more half living, starving or fear. You have it better than me now, I think.
The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.
I didn’t have much faith in humanity before. I have even less faith now that the world has sh*t the bed.” – character quote
We don’t go in for that psychodynamic stuff around here. Those guys will talk you to death, clean out your bank account while they are doing it, and then invite you to come back and express your innermost feelings about being broke.
... 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.
Dress for success. Also arm yourself for it.
Unfortunately, it was far too late to contain the virus. It was already nationwide.
As far as plans went, it was like facing the zombie apocalypse with a nail file and a bag of Skittles. It might work, but chances were good that I'd die a horrible, painful death. At least the end would be filled with fruity, candy goodness. And for my dramatic death scene I could whisper, in a creepy, quivery death rattle, taste the rainbow. Boy would those zombies be confused.
Some of the slow zombies nearby noticed the door open and began rushing toward them, as fast as they could. They did not run, but they were moving fast enough to be a threat.
All of her days were full of strangeness here at the end of the world, but this day was standing out as one of the stranger ones.
Presents? Cake? I could use a new bat, maybe some good work boots or running shoes.
Sometimes its the crazy side that accomplishes things!