“Who would have ever thought I'd be afraid of a zombie, any kind of zombie? Nicely ironic that. ”
“Is it zombies that need to be destroyed for the sake of humans? Are we the monsters after all?”
“Zombie and guns—what could be better?”
“I could not be a zombie. They had no thoughts. Their brains were gruel. They said little beyond "Brrr!" unable, even, to articulate completely what they sought."Brains,"I said distinctly. "And I feel no burning urge to partake of any." Forsooth, the idea sent a wave of nausea through me. Therefore I was not a zombie.”
“So, been attacked by any vampires yet?""Not one.""Zombies? Giant spiders? Water monsters?"It's been really quiet on the supernatural front""Too bad, 'cause I got attacked by a devil dog. It was not awesome.”