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A riverless silence made the air heavy.

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.

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

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

Drive. He’s already dead.

Dude, don’t die out here.

‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.

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

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

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

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 felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

I’m not a bad person.

I recalled something I’d read a long time ago about Satan. When he appeared, it wouldn’t be as a demon but as an ordinary-looking guy with a convincing message of peace.

I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.

It’s not about winning, it’s about doing what’s right. And yes, we will do what’s right.

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

I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.

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

I was somewhere between angry and turned-on.

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

Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.

She played me with a bad hand, and I fell for it every time.

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

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.

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

There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her.

There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.

‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.

This place is Hell’s waiting room.

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.

You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.