Jason Medina Quotes

She had imagined all kinds of hellish scenarios that made getting eaten by the zombies sound like a pleasant alternative.

I promise I won't let anything happen to either of you. Not while I'm still breathing.

There were too many infected running around. Some looked as if they were dead already, but still they stumbled around like heroine addicts. Those ones did not move as fast as the newly infected, who were actually capable of running like a perfectly healthy person. They were the scary ones to worry about. All it took was one bite to ruin your day.

What the hell is this? The attack of the Planet of the Apes?

Never before did the second amendment mean so much to the people of the United States. There were many well-regulated militias that became necessary for the security of every state, which meant the right of the people to keep and bear arms was detrimental for their survival and that right should not be infringed. Otherwise, the strong would surely overpower the weak.

They held each other tight and cried, while a dozen infected took turns tearing into their warm flesh.

We just wanted to see whose dick was in yer mouth. Call it curiosity.

She shrugged innocently at him and asked, "What I do?

So, Ray... you seem like a cool cat," she said. "Are you into alternative lifestyle parties?

Who can really say what they would do in that kind of situation without ever being in it?

He began to feel overwhelmingly guilty for still being alive, while others continued to die around him.

Manhattan is basically this island in New York, where all the cool stuff is located.

Baby, I'm so sorry. You know I wouldn't feel right, if I ran away from my responsibilities. I'd have to live with that decision for the rest of my life. My being in the war could save lives. My running away will only save mine. It's a selfish decision to make. I'll come back to you. I promise.

Came back to life? I don't know," he said. "Smells more like death to me.

Hey, I knows things. I can take you places, but you gots to be willin' to do certain... things.

I know you are not perfect. Neither am I, but you are perfect for me.

I promise I will never stop loving you," he said. "I will love you for all eternity."
"Always?" She asked.
"And forever," he replied with a smile.

Outbreak or no outbreak, we're being overrun by crazies.

He saw her eyes staring back at him. Those deep blue eyes, which seemed so much older than the body they inhabited. Her eyes were locked with his. There was a connection between them. He saw her pain and he felt it, too. He wanted to cry for her.

The United States always seems to have a way of playing the international cop of the world.

It was hard to believe it had finally come down to the nuking of New York City. A virus had managed to bring about what decades of the Cold War and terrorist threats could not accomplish. The United States would never be the same. A major city had been destroyed. Millions were dead.

Wake up and smell the shit, folks. This is our reality, now. Things will not be going back to normal. We'll be lucky, if they don't get worse too soon. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? I think it's better to be safe than sorry, but if you want to go home, be my guest. No one is going to stop you.

It's complete madness! There are cars on fire, shops being looted by teenagers, people rioting and protesting over something they have no control over. And these are people that haven't even had to deal with the infected, yet! They're destroying their neighborhoods like savages, instead of preparing for the hell that's about to hit them like a tsunami! Mark my words, when the infection reaches this area, they are all going to be infected within the first hour because they are not prepared to defend themselves. They are too busy being stupid!

I wish I were a bird. I'd fly all the way up to the clouds and look down on this place, and then I'd go far away and never come back.

He had the look of death in his eyes.

He really didn't care, but he tried to pretend he did.

Feel da power swallow you whole. Let go an' lose yo'self in it.

I don't do Facebook.

Aramis liked the t-shirt he was given because it had the image of the Grim Reaper on it. He liked the irony, since the Grim Reaper took lives, while he was a saver of lives.

I won't leave you out here, if that's what you think. That's not how I roll.

They both closed their eyes and fell asleep in each other's arms. For one night, it was as if their lives were normal and for a few hours they could forget about the rest of the world.

First of all, moron. You don't know me. So, don't act like you do.

Newly infected people continued swarming the streets at a rapid pace and infecting anyone in their path.

You know? Ain't it ironic how we live our entire lives without the luxury of time, only to spend an eternity in death.

The abrupt reality of his situation was a depressing thought.

It seemed each band member was in his own world. Yet, each was in tune with the other.

He'd trade anything to be back there in the past, rather than to deal with what was going on in the present.

She beckoned for him to come closer and he did. He crawled onto the bed from the bottom and worked his way up to her legs. His hands caressed the smoothness of her recently shaven legs. She moaned at his touch. He hovered over her and she pulled him closer. Their lips met, once more, and, somehow, it was even better than before.

Iffin we meant to see each other, again, it gonna happen.

This hell on earth is unlike anything that's ever taken place. Who knows when it will end, or if it ever will? We might all be in for a lot of pain in the near future, so we need to be strong and we need to stick together. There's no telling how bad things will get.

Give them another five minutes or so. I mean, it is the Zombie Apocalypse out there and they had to go across town twice making detours, just like when we came here.

Cranberry cock-tail for me, you dirty carpet-muncher.

It is a plague of unprecedented proportions. Anyone, who is unfortunate enough to become infected by its deadly parasites, is transformed into a mindless carrier with an inane desire to feed and spread the virus to other potential hosts. Even death is no escape.

Call it one of my many useful skills and let's leave it at that.

When you open the door, shoot anything that moves.

This was, by far, the absolute worst weekend in his life.

It happened so fast. No one had time to do anything, but watch.

He was a paranormal investigator. Yes, a ghost hunter, although he never liked to use that terminology. As far as he was concerned, it was inappropriate. He didn't really hunt ghosts, although he did search for them.

Are you seriously giving my buddy, Dave, a hard time, in front of me, you prissy little pissant? Please, tell me you are, so I can crack your face in half.

The world is going to shit on a silver platter. At this rate, we'll be lucky if we can survive the week.

He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. There was a pile of mail waiting on the floor, which made him chuckle. The last memories of normal life, he thought. He picked up his mail and tossed it into the garbage.

She tried to pretend things were normal and imagined that they could have a regular courtship with dating, holding hands, walks through Untermyer Park, romantic candlelit dinners, movie dates, and trips to exotic locales. If only life could be that way, but it wasn't.

You be wise to stop yo' negative ways, mister.

Every second wasted might have saved a life.

By dinnertime, Amanda had managed to pick off all of her red nail polish purely out of habit. She was disappointed and silently cursed at herself when she remembered not having anymore to put on. She stared at her fingernails for about twenty minutes for lack of something better to do.

One could only learn from the past and move on through the present to make a better future.

He kissed her gently on her neck and said, trying to sound as romantic as possible, 'As beautiful as the stars might be tonight, they could never compare to your beauty.

The '60s were a very turbulent time for colored people. Being away at war was a chance for them to escape the racial bullshit for a while. It was a shame it came down to that kind of choice.
Don't get me wrong. There were plenty of guys, who tried to bring that racial crap over there with them. However, when the shit hits the fan, you don't give a damn about who's standing next to you, saving your ass. You certainly don't care what color his skin is or what language he speaks. All that matters to you is that he is an American G.I. Government Issued, baby!

She found herself imagining them hanging out in the backyard having barbecues and sitting together on the swing. The idea made her smile, although she kept it to herself.

Let's learn to play nice, so we can get out of here, together. I don't have the patience to baby-sit you guys.

It became a domino effect, as infected people took foolish risks, knowing full well they could spread the virus.

It seemed time flies when you aren't having fun.