Your wife and kids are zombies: what is the psychological cost of surviving a #zombieapocalypse ? #TheChangedNovel – http://amzn.to/1ptNTod Continue reading
Category: The Changed: A Novel
“They are us. We are them. Only now, they are Changed.” #TheChangedNovel – http://amzn.to/1ptNTod Continue reading
“Yeah, Jesus saves… but he likes surprises, so he always does it the hard way.”
“‘There’s a cure…’ Linda says breathlessly. ‘You call that a f[…]ing cure?’ Heitcamp nearly shrieks, fishing the pole out of … Continue reading “Yeah, Jesus saves… but he likes surprises, so he always does it the hard way.”
“God has a sense of humor… that’s a charitable way of describing a deity who makes us breathe tiny corpses.”
“Indoor air is even worse. It’s filled with everything you find in the city and outdoors, then seasoned with the … Continue reading “God has a sense of humor… that’s a charitable way of describing a deity who makes us breathe tiny corpses.”
“… I see Kelli holding her missing, big-eyed fetus in her arms like a decaying Madonna and Child, reminding me what Kelli is probably eating these days.”
“Kelli’s been bothering me these past few days a lot more than I care to admit. Part of it is, … Continue reading “… I see Kelli holding her missing, big-eyed fetus in her arms like a decaying Madonna and Child, reminding me what Kelli is probably eating these days.”
“We notice the color of his tie, the white of his shirt, the tone of his eyes. They are not faded, but they are odd, like paint made from ingredients no one uses anymore.”
“We know the man. We don’t want to see him, but he sees us and talks to us anyway. Dressed … Continue reading “We notice the color of his tie, the white of his shirt, the tone of his eyes. They are not faded, but they are odd, like paint made from ingredients no one uses anymore.”
“If I had any doubt about the Schrodinger-ness of Lil’ Bumpkins before, Rutledge had collapsed the animal’s waveform into a greasy, smoking smear on the asphalt.”
Rutledge gives her a quick, disgusted up-and-down, and says, “What’s that?” He points with his chin at the cage in … Continue reading “If I had any doubt about the Schrodinger-ness of Lil’ Bumpkins before, Rutledge had collapsed the animal’s waveform into a greasy, smoking smear on the asphalt.”
“He is looking right at me, and the ferocity in his eyes makes me forget all about the zombies.”
“Rutledge. The man glances down at me and says, ‘Chamber a round this time. And remember they don’t have names.’ Dumbass. … Continue reading “He is looking right at me, and the ferocity in his eyes makes me forget all about the zombies.”
“…If we cannot create, we must destroy, if not something else, then ourselves.”
“I squeeze the trigger, feel the rifle kick against my shoulder, then watch the form take three staggering steps and … Continue reading “…If we cannot create, we must destroy, if not something else, then ourselves.”
“… we are just disposable, fungible goods, like so many ears of corn — all of us consuming and waiting to be consumed, until our husks are thrown away.”
“Sometimes I look back five months ago to that day at Jill’s and think that, maybe, we had all gotten … Continue reading “… we are just disposable, fungible goods, like so many ears of corn — all of us consuming and waiting to be consumed, until our husks are thrown away.”
“Universes in boxes… Everyone has them. But we usually don’t understand the physics until too late.”
“To celebrate, I’m sitting on a roll of fiberglass insulation in the attic, and opening cardboard boxes of clothing next … Continue reading “Universes in boxes… Everyone has them. But we usually don’t understand the physics until too late.”
“…we live between the tick and the tock of their lungs.”
They’re so close that I can hear the percolation of their breath leeching through the windows. They’re listening. Sniffing. Grinding … Continue reading “…we live between the tick and the tock of their lungs.”
“I miss meals…”
“I miss meals that don’t have to spooned into our mouths like pale, dog-food defeat.” #TheChangedNovel #AJBlackwell – http://amzn.to/1ptNTod Continue reading “I miss meals…”
“And what the hell do we do…”
“And what the hell do we do when the water that refills our toilets is worse than the stuff we … Continue reading “And what the hell do we do…”
“Silence. It’s the other red meat.”
“Silence. It’s the other red meat.” The Changed by Anthony Jay Blackwell Visit: amazon.com/author/anthonyjayblackwell Continue reading “Silence. It’s the other red meat.”
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