Bluh-huh-huh" Minho groaned, a shudder of repulsion, like he'd just stepped in a pile of klunk.

Can you do that?” Thomas asked. “Huh?” “Kill someone three times.” “I’d figure out a way.

It’s like watching a starving pig eat his own klunk.

I don't think there is a right or wrong anymore. Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

He didn't care about the others anymore. The chaos around him seemed to siphon away his humanity, turn him into an animal. All he wanted was to survive, make it to that building, get inside. Live. Gain another day.

You scared of that pip-squeak? Dude, you got a lot to learn. Freakin' Newbies.

I love the sound of it," Trina whispers, as if speaking too loudly might interrupt the drumming patter of the rain outside. "It makes me want to sleep. Snuggle my head right up in your armpit and snore for three days." "My armpit?" Mark repeats. "Good thing we all showered up in the storm this morning. My pits smell like roses. Go ahead and get comfy.