“If I can face a street full of rabid zombies, I can tell a boy I like him. Right?” — Alison Kemper Copy Share Image
“Thank you, Deke. You are very good to me.” “I know,” he smirks. “Can I get back in your bed now?” — Alison Kemper Copy Share Image
“S’up?” he asks. My voice rattles when I answer. “N-not much. You know, reanimated corpses chasing me on a cruise ship. Same… — Alison Kemper Copy Share Image
“If they ever turn, let them chase me for a while. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to be chased by… — Alison Kemper Copy Share Image
“You can take that needle out of my leg now. I'd like to pull up my pants.” — Alison Kemper Copy Share Image
“If I can face a street full of rabid zombies, I can tell a boy I like him. Right?” — Alison Kemper Copy Share Image
“Thank you, Deke. You are very good to me.” “I know,” he smirks. “Can I get back in your bed now?” — Alison Kemper Copy Share Image
“S’up?” he asks. My voice rattles when I answer. “N-not much. You know, reanimated corpses chasing me on a cruise ship. Same old.” — Alison Kemper Copy Share Image
“That's it. New rule: no more flirting during the zombie apocalypse” — Alison Kemper Copy Share Image
“I’m a sixteen-year-old unlicensed, inexperienced driver with a reanimated corpse blocking my view. Crazy is the only way I can drive.” — Alison Kemper Copy Share Image
“If they ever turn, let them chase me for a while. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to be chased by zombie cheerleaders.” — Alison Kemper Copy Share Image
