She looked creepy/adorable.

The Morganville in her wanted to tell people to go home and be safe, but she knew that was verging on crazy. The world these laughing people lived in was a very different place. She was in a very different place.

Is it arrogance if one is truly superior?

It made her eyes fill up with tears, and she for a few more minutes starting it over, replaying it, watching his lips say the words: "We can be lonely together.

Even in an apocalypse like this, surely running out of Coke qualified as a disaster.

What was your name again?" "Still Eve." "No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.

You okay?" he asked me. I nodded, unable to say anything that would really cover how I felt. "Then get out of the way." "Huh?" "Your legs. Please