Rose took my nose, I suppose,” he repeated; the bubble of phlegm in his throat made a disgusting crackle. “And it really blows.

Rose took my nose, I suppose

Anybody else wanna pee their pants and cry for mommy?

I think we should take a break, fill our little tummies and drink up.

...You'd think the little part about them supposedly killing us would be the attention getter.

Thomas remembered the image of the Cranks at the windows back at the dorm. Like living nightmares, missing only a death certificate to make them official zombies.