“That is a zombie… Holy fucking shit. That's a mother fucking zombie and this shit is real.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“God damn there is nothing better tasting in the whole damn world than warm brains when you were shot the hell up,… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“A zombie pretending to be a zombie pretending to be a zombie. Made me dizzy.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I’m Angel Crawford. Coroner’s Office.” I pointed to the logo on my work shirt. “I’m partnering with Dr. Charish in this medical… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I’m pre-med,” he added smugly. “Okay.” I said again. I didn’t shrug this time, but his jaw tightened a bit as if he was… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
Still, waking up this early was just wrong. “Why can’t people be reasonable and only die after eleven A.M.?” I whined. — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“Lying on the metal table in front of me was a middle-aged man decked out in absolutely nothing at all. A dead man. Buck-ass… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“Angel, I have no idea how you can stand this stench,” he said. “Derrel’s been doing this for long enough that I think he… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“I leveled a scowl at him. “Is there anything in our agreement that says I can’t call you names?” He crouched and added a… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“Yeah, so? I was ignorant, but I’m not a fucking moron. Why would I give the shit to you just so I could buy… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
Hell, right now my only weapons were Obnoxious and Snark, and I intended to use them whenever possible. — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“The pudding lived up to its name. And nothing fell off that wasn't supposed to.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“...with that I turned into a punching, struggling, kicking psycho redneck zombie bitch.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“I clung to the pain like a badge of honor. Blood dripped in a slow splatter from a deep gash in my forearm, and… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“I just can't believe you fucked that thing !" he retorted, voice rough with what I coud only assume was utter distain. "Why... why… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“He leaned back in his chair. “Detective Gillian, what I want to say at this moment would no doubt be considered extremely inappropriate and… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“It reminds me of an old joke: What did the Zombie say to the whore?" I looked at him blankly. "Um…what?" He winked. "Keep… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“The over-weight and out of shape guy who owned the house had apparently decided that having a half-million dollar house meant that he couldn’t… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
