“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… — 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… — Mark Tufo Copy Share Image
“BT came up to the rear of the truck. “Who made you boss?” his voice boomed. “You know what, BT?” I said as I… — Mark Tufo Copy Share Image
“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… — Mark Tufo Copy Share Image
“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… — Mark Tufo Copy Share Image
“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
