“This flu thing’s out of control,” Grady said, pointing his fork at the TV. “There’s talk of them doing quarantines.” “Quarantines?” “Yeah, like going… — Wayne Simmons Copy Share Image
“There wasn’t much to coo at when driving along a post-apocalyptic motorway. A stalled vehicle here, a mini pile-up there.” — Wayne Simmons Copy Share Image
“Well, lighten up, eh? World’s ended, honey. Swearing’s legal now. Along with thieving, drinking in public and getting absolutely wasted on coke.” She exhaled… — Wayne Simmons Copy Share Image
“The creature’s hand swung again, nails raking across the tattooist’s cheek, tearing the skin. Star cried out in pain. Swore. Spat in the bitch’s… — Wayne Simmons Copy Share Image
