“So, despite the fact that my survival instinct was hollering like a drunk town crier, I started to accept that if I wanted to find out more about my father, I would have to go out and hobnob with the zombies.”

“Anyway, the sickness kick-starts the brain, reanimates the body after death. I could go into more detail,but you know, we have these great visual aids out here, which would really help me out...""Nice try."I heard him chuckle. I willed myself not to like the sound. And I undid one of the locks.”

“I decided that my initial survival strategy would involve declaring my complete ignorance of what was going on. This would not,naturally, be terribly hard to do.”

“The fact that she made this beeline for me both warmed my soul and made me want to turn around, walk out the door, and find a cliff to fling myself off of.”

“… as well as a tiny brown glass vial of perfumed oil. It smelled of violets and chocolate. Yeah, like i needed the zombies to find me any more delicious. That'd be like a cow wearing 'eau de gravy'.”

“I was surprised by the growl that wanted to well up in my throat.... I told myself it was stress, not my illness's way of saying, Get your own take-out.”

“I know for a fact that many are in hiding. Until this moment my wife was in hiding, and my son still is."He stroked his wife's yellowed hand. "And I would kill an entire living army for one more moment with her.”