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A beauty beyond words,” whispered Rini, mesmerized by the view.

A few infected were able to slip past the quarantine, leading to outbreaks in Astoria and East Elmhurst.

After everything they had been through the past few days and all the selfless acts of bravery, it felt really nice to do something selfish.

All she really wanted to do was sleep, but it seemed her awareness level was operating at peak efficiency, for some reason.

All the cops were tied up trying to maintain control, but it was already lost.

All those plans you made for the future mean nothing. Life becomes like death. It’s the hardest thing in the world.

Amanda had way too much time to think being at the hospital without any friends. She didn’t want to dwell on her thoughts for too long lest the wrong ones might emerge. She was hoping to forget what happened to her.

Aramis liked the t-shirt he was given because it had the image of the Grim Reaper on it. He liked the irony, since the Grim Reaper took lives, while he was a saver of lives.

Are you seriously giving my buddy, Dave, a hard time, in front of me, you prissy little pissant? Please, tell me you are, so I can crack your face in half.

A sea of dead infected surrounded him like a pile of sandbags in a machinegun nest.

As far as they were concerned, big changes were coming on the horizon. The virus was playing a huge role in that. They had to see the full picture. This was about their ultimate survival.

Baby, I’m so sorry. You know I wouldn’t feel right, if I ran away from my responsibilities. I’d have to live with that decision for the rest of my life. My being in the war could save lives. My running away will only save mine. It’s a selfish decision to make. I’ll come back to you. I promise.

Believe me, I’d like nothing more than to tell you things will be back to normal soon. The sad fact is, I don’t think things will ever go back to how they were, at least, not for a long time.

By all accounts, she should be dead, but she was moving. How was that even possible?

By dinnertime, Amanda had managed to pick off all of her red nail polish purely out of habit. She was disappointed and silently cursed at herself when she remembered not having anymore to put on. She stared at her fingernails for about twenty minutes for lack of something better to do.

By the time she awoke she couldn’t even remember if she had a dream or a nightmare. There had only been a deathlike peace.

Call it one of my many useful skills and let’s leave it at that.

Came back to life? I don’t know,” he said. “Smells more like death to me.

Cemeteries can be creepy, creepy, ‘specially at night.

Charles never felt more helpless. To hear a cop calling for help and not be able to respond in what may very well be a life and death situation, drove him insane with anger and frustration.

Come on in. The water’s fine.

Cranberry cock-tail for me, you dirty carpet-muncher.

Daammnn! That’s some cold ass shit, right there.

David hadn’t realized it, yet, but Day One of the Zombie Apocalypse had begun.

David shook his head in astonishment. Steve had not lost his flair for words, he thought. Not even in a Zombie Apocalypse.

David was the sort of man that he would follow into the very fires of Hell. The crazy thing was it almost felt like they were already there.

Do not shoot anyone, if you are unsure! If you can save a life tonight, then you would have done your job well!” At this point, he was not sure they’d make it out of this alive, but he was prepared to die. “It was a pleasure working with you gentlemen! Make me proud!

Don’t make me sic the Voo-doo on you.

Do you really think this will be over someday and things will go back to normal?

Each of these patients counts on us to help them to the best of our abilities. We have an obligation to them. We shouldn’t turn our backs on them and give up. It’s not fair to them, nor is it fair to ourselves.

Everyone knew he had become the equivalent to a ticking time bomb. The only question was when?

Every second wasted might have saved a life.

Feel da power swallow you whole. Let go an’ lose yo’self in it.

First of all, moron. You don’t know me. So, don’t act like you do.

Food. I want food. Steak. Burgers. Roast beef. Chicken. I can taste it all! I want meat! I’m so hungry!

For a while she cried silently until she tired herself out and the overwhelming feeling of sleepiness overcame her. The room around her was fairly silent, although she wasn’t the only one crying herself to sleep. It was quite common at places like this to hear cries in the dark. There were so many saddened and lonesome souls around her. It was usually at night when they were reminded of just how sad and lonely they actually were.

Get this disgusting bloody meat sack off of me!

Give them another five minutes or so. I mean, it is the Zombie Apocalypse out there and they had to go across town twice making detours, just like when we came here.

Great! Now, that the crybaby whining bullshit is settled, let’s load up on one of these buses and head for the sewers!

Guilt was written all over his face. He could see it in his reflection.

Guys, I hate to sound insensitive, especially considering what just happened, but we really have to leave here, now. We are extremely pressed for time, if we plan on escaping Manhattan and the Bronx, before nightfall. And make no mistake that is the plan.

He began to feel overwhelmingly guilty for still being alive, while others continued to die around him.

He blamed television, movies, and books for his love of ghosts. It was a fascination that’s been with him since his youth. He always loved watching or reading anything that had to do with ghosts and haunted locations, especially historic sites like New Orleans, Salem, Tombstone, Gettysburg, and Old San Juan.

He closed his eyes and wanted to cry, as the reality of his situation set in.

He could have been invisible and it wouldn’t have made a difference to them. He didn’t care, so long as he felt at ease, which was his original intention. He wasn’t there to make friends, nor did he want to.

He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found a girl like her. She may have been the perfect woman for him.

He decided to tell her some of the truth, without being too specific.

He didn’t want to see any more reminders of dead friends.

He’d trade anything to be back there in the past, rather than to deal with what was going on in the present.

He fell backwards from the force of the shots, but he did not die, for how can you kill what is already dead?