“Grenades! Please tell me grenades!” I said, almost jumping up and down like a schoolgirl that found out the captain of the football team liked her.” — Mark Tufo Copy Share Image
“Ugh. That smell. It always conjures up hated memories of the stupid jar of pennies my father had kept on the window sill in the den whenever he was home. The stench of the copper pennies baking in the hot sun stunk up the room even more than he did. I hated going in there. Even after he went back… — Mark Tufo Copy Share
“BT came up to the rear of the truck. “Who made you boss?” his voice boomed. “You know what, BT?” I said as I tried to make myself as tall and intimidating as possible. Not an easy trick to pull off when I was pretty much looking him in the sternum. “No, what?” he asked. “Rhetorical, BT, rhetorical. Nobody made… — Mark Tufo Copy Share
“I do not want to die, Talbot,” a heaving-chested BT said to me as we watched the zombies chase after Gary. “You just took… — Mark Tufo Copy Share Image
“Tommy might be a boy in outer appearance but he was 500 years my senior and significantly more powerful than me. "We" had a… — Mark Tufo Copy Share Image
“Where’s here, Tommy? I’m going to need a little more information than that.” ‘In the apartment, where are you?’ “Tommy, you’re right here. I can hear you…how is this happening?” I was more than a little confused. Which in itself isn’t all that difficult a thing to do. ‘We’re family now, Mr. Dad.’ “Holy crap! You can talk to me… — Mark Tufo Copy Share
“I heard your jokes, Doc, good thing there were breasts involved.” “I guess I always thought the cheers were for my witticisms.” “Oh yeah,… — Mark Tufo Copy Share Image
“Close your mouth when you’re nodding, Talbot,” Tracy said, “You look like the village idiot.” — Mark Tufo Copy Share Image
“I guess zombies were a lot like stoners; neither did much in the way of action until food was involved. At least I would… — Mark Tufo Copy Share Image
“The bullet didn’t come out. I’ve got to go in and get it.” “Have you ever done that?” she asked, quickly thrusting the bottle into my hands. I guess she thought whoever possessed the bottle had to perform the surgery. “I filled in pot holes, Jen. Not much call for field surgery in that line of work.” “What about before… — Mark Tufo Copy Share
“Mike…you awake?” “What is it with hospitals?” I asked with my eyes closed. “You keep giving me sedatives to help me sleep, tell me… — Mark Tufo Copy Share Image
“That leads out?” I thought I had asked it, but maybe I had just been thinking it. Peter’s mother seemed to be the one… — Mark Tufo Copy Share Image
