Kirsty McKay

“I saw a bear once. I was peeing then, too.”

“Alice's face widens in horror. I left my candy Coture bag on the table!' 'Oh, the tragedy! Smitty joins in, girlying it up. The dead people might be.... touching it!”

“Could you just go downstairs and lock up the headless body first, please?" It’s reasonable request.”

“I’m evil, but I don’t care”

“Here’s Lego Zombie Chef! Here’s Lego Zombie builder! See their grasping hands and posable limbs!”

“Maybe he’s got a nicotine crave on. That must really suck: being a zombie who can’t get a smoke”

“i open my eyes and blow a straggle of hair out of my face. Not my hair, smitty's. his head is buried in the crook of my neck and he's out cold. he uses raspberry shampoo? what a big girl.”

“Alice finds a packet of scotch eggs in someone's bag. And then there's nothing more to do other then to put on as many clothes as we can fit into, and wait: for the troops, sleep, or asphyxiation from pete's toxic egg farts, which ever comes first.”

“silence falls. i open my eyes and ready myself to move, glancing down at me feet bridging the toilet bowl. it's gross that i haven't been able to flush, but if it's yellow, let it mellow...and run like hell-o. i have to make a move for the door, and fast--undead Kirsty Mckay”

“‎'let me in, she says!' pete laughs, hysterically. 'let me in so i can chew on your arm! would you like fries with that? i dont think so.' he cackles to himself, wicked crazy-- undead kirsty mckay”