“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
