No one should be posing for duck-lipped selfies with the plaque of the dead. That wouldn't be right.

I am a zombie fan, but all of the zombie stories Ive enjoyed started when the dead rose and ended three days later with everybody looking exhausted. I was thinking, What happens in 20 years?

Some lines were never meant to be crossed, however good your cause may seem.

She told the truth as she saw it, and she died for it. I came along for the ride, and I lived. It wasn't worth it. But it was the truth, and it was what had to happen.

You can't kill the truth.

Running around in the grass near an unsecured structure and a bunch of trees is a good way of taking yourself out of the gene pool.

Think about that for a moment. They died for you. Now take a good look at the life you're living and tell me: Did they do the right thing?