Imagine what could be accomplished if only the human race would shed its humanity.

Sometimes you find your path, sometimes it finds you.

We live in such a service-based, globalised economy where very few people actually make anything and the people who do make stuff... it's all part of a massive global supply chain. So what if all those chains were suddenly cut, how would you make something? How would you keep people alive? And that was something I wanted to explore.

After all we'd been through, we still couldn't take our heads from out of our asses or our hands from around each other's throats.

Of all the weapons discussed in this book, nothing is more important than your primary firearm. Keep it cleaned, keep it oiled, keep it loaded, keep it close. With a cool head, steady hand, and plenty of ammunition, one human is more than a match for an army of zombies.

My coping mechanism with my dyslexia is to use wit and humor.

I remember I used to come up to my teacher crying because I couldn't read. She would say: 'You can do this. You just don't want to do this.