When you're going to play with dead things, do it during the daylight.
In my defense, the corpse was entirely unexpected.
We are a nation equally afraid of gathering together and being alone.
There will always be people for whom hate is easier when it’s not backed up by anything but fear.
I really don’t think you should put your hand inside the manticore, dear. You don’t know where it’s been.” –Enid Healy
Our story opens where countless stories have ended in the last twenty-six years: with an idiot -- in this case, my brother, Shaun -- deciding it would be a good idea to go out and poke a zombie with a stick to see what happens.