Let me make sure I have this straight. The cavalry just now rode into town and it's a Czech Gypsy porn-star zombie killer. Have I got that right?

I've come a long way to get nowhere at all, I thought. And I've spent everything I have to get here.

He wore his fear on his skin for everyone to see.

That's what Glocks are. High-precision killing machines that scream "Daddy Issues.

If I learned anything Downtown, it's this: the only real difference between an enemy and a friend is the day of the week.

Chasing a burning girl down a city street is a lot harder than it sounds. Civilians tend to stop and stare and this turns them into human bowling pins. Slow whiny bowling pins.

I guarantee you I'm not going to forget your voice. We're going to run into each other down the road sometime, and when we do I'm going to pop you apart one rivet at a time." "There's the monster. Hello, monster.