A Facebook application once told Jesse Petersen that she'd only survive a day in a zombie outbreak, but she doesn't believe that. For one, she's a good shot and two, she has an aversion to bodily fluids, so she'd never go digging around in zombie goo. Until the zombie apocalypse, she lives in the Tucson with her husband and two cats and writes snarky urban fantasy about monsters and zombies. Find out more about the author at www.jessepetersen.net.
“And then, anger gave way to pure and simple job satisfaction. I mean, when I looked at a dead zombie head on a spike, I thought, "Hey, I did that. Picasso would have been proud. Especially how I rearranged that eye”
“Yeah.” Sven said. “The stuff she just said. Let’s not get all killy.”
“Find creative ways to have fun together. Looting is really underrated.”
“Address one issue at a time.You can't load gasoline, pick up food, AND kill fifteen zombies at once”
“Give each other a compliment every day. Even when the undead attack, its nice to feel pretty. Or badass.”
“Never go to bed angry. Terrified is okay.”
“I stopped as I thought of poor Jack on my bathroom floor, just another victim of Dr. Phil.”
“Balance the world in your relationship. No one person should be responsible for killing ALL the Zombies.”
“Put the small stuff into perspective. It's better to be wrong and alive than right but eating brains.”
“I'd always thought the skinny little twerp was anorexic. But apparently what she needed wasn't a sandwich, as I'd often muttered as we left her office, but a manwich.”
“Fuck me, David! Dr. Kelly just tried to eat us!”
“I went all kung fu on his zombie ass.”
“Thank God for the second amendment.”
“I stared at him. "David, that's prison movies, not zombie movie.”
“So you killed him with what now?""I tried that Dr. Phil book at first"..."And I finished it off with the toilet seat. Just so you know, you left it up again. That drives me crazy.”
“Just because she tried to eat us doesn't mean she was wrong”