The end of a gun looks very big and very back when it's staring you in the face.

His eyes were green chips of flame, and the growl was so thick it blurred the air around him, the sound of a very pissed off skinchanger.

most of us, as we undergo the growing up process, do not get what we want or even what we should. We get what we have, and no more, and we find out how to make what we have work for us.

Zombies smell worse than anything you can imagine if you haven’t been hunting things on the dark side of the world. It’s a ripe, gassy odour, like rotting eggs and meat gone bad, crawling blind with maggots. It’s road kill and decayed food and body odour all rolled into one package and tied up with puke.

I'm getting really tired of bleeding. Someone stop the world, I want to get off.

The end of a gun looks very big and very back when it's staring you in the face.

Besides, the normal people here wouldn’t see it. That was what “different” meant. It’s just another word for lonely.