“My story ended where so many stories have ended since the Rising: with a man—in this case, my adoptive brother and best friend, Shaun—holding a gun to the base of my skull as the virus in my blood betrayed me, transforming me from a thinking human being into something better suited to a horror movie.”
“Our story opens where countless stories have ended in the last twenty-six years: with an idiot -- in this case, my brother, Shaun -- deciding it would be a good idea to go out and poke a zombie with a stick to see what happens.”
“So much of me is made of what I learned from you; you'll be with me like a handprint on my heart and now whatever way our stories end I know you have re-written mine by being my friend”
“My rear end was blood-raw from my so called brilliant ideas rebounding on me.”
“So here I am writing my zombie story and my lead character decides to betray me.”
“My story - my own personal story - ended before my writing began. Storytelling has only ever been a way of filling in the time since everything finished.”