“You know Dahmer was a cannibal. You think he was a zombie?”Tom smirked. “I’m no expert, but not all cannibals are zombies.”

“I think zombies are kind of cute.”“Seriously?”“I may be thinking about bunnies. Which one has the fluffy little tail, zombies or bunnies?”“Bunnies.”“Then it’s bunnies I’m thinking of.”

“It’s my husband. I think— I think he’s a zombie.” I smiled. “Believe it or not, I get this one a lot. Can you describe his behavior? Why do you think he’s a zombie?” She huffed. “He doesn’t do anything! He sits on the sofa all day watching TV and that’s it.”

“You are working up to Mr. Fantastic Fiction levels of Zombie Expert, which is like playing Guitar Hero on some level that actually melts the guitar controller, burning your fingers with searing hot plastic till you scream in pain. Only with words. And zombies.”

“Love is when you suddenly wake up as a cannibal, and not just any old cannibal, or else wake up destined for devourment.”

“Even cannibals don't like to be called cannibals.”