In a zombie apocalypse, I expect insane things to happen.

Holy shit." Rehv shook his head and muttered, "Now we know what the zombie apocalypse looks like.

Plus, I wondered if any of these celebrities were alive; or if Brangelina was now a zombified couple.

One day, and it may be long off, but one day there will be bacon again. It might be mouse bacon, but that will do for me.

You take all of our pain, you are the spine. You are the blood soaked rag that holds closed the wounds in our soul.

Seventy-five percent of the time when I'm ordering my "almond milk matcha latte with no sugar added, lukewarm, please," I'll be recognized by an employee. And yes, my order is a pin in the ass, but I'm determined to enjoy the liquid indulgences of modern life. Might as well take advantage of it all before the zombie apocalypse. I have no practical skills; I'm fully aware that I'll be one of the first ones "turned." Instead of learning motorcycle repair or something else disaster-scenario useful, I'll order the drink I want until I become a shambling corpse.

AND I WON'T BE DEFENSIVE ABOUT IT, OKAY?