“Xenon? What kind of name is that?” – Nick“The only kind I answer to.” – Xenon“Don’t eat the help, X. We need him.” – Caleb”

“Where are the cops when you need them? (Nick)Probably eating beignets. As the old saying goes, when seconds count, the police are just minutes away. (Caleb)”

“Fine. You win. I quit. You two deal with this. I’m going home. Packing up all my personal items, and when you, Caleb, end up dead because the coach has your jockstrap or something else I didn’t steal but someone else did, don’t call me. I’m done and I’m going to hide in a bunker until all of this is over with.” – Nick“I hate you, Nick.” – Caleb“Feels mutual, Demon.” – Nick”

“I’m so overwhelmed.” – Nick“Most of us are, Nick. Even though we look calm and peaceful on the outside, most of us are barely hanging on by our fingernails.” – Caleb”

“Don’t move, and breathe only if you have to. (Caleb)”

“Glad to see you’re still breathing.” – Caleb “Glad to be breathing.” – Nick”

“Oh, gross! Zombie goo. (Caleb)Ooo, I wonder if it tastes like chicken? What do you think? (Simi)I think I’m never eating guacamole again as long as I live. (Caleb)”