An old couple came running from a motorhome, scribbling as they ran. Their sign read, Can you check on our cat, Ariel? No one would answer that, because the cats had all been eaten.

She was scared. Scared of dying.

No you sick, stupid creep, I love you. I shouldn't. I shouldn't. You're sick inside, Caine, sick! But I love you. - Diana

She was no longer theirs. She was his. And he was hers. And this was their world.

Ninth graders with machine guns: its hard to make that a happy story.

the devil does not have a fork Brianna, he has a whip

But when reality was hopeless, fantasy became more and more necessary.