I don’t know if cats understand what their owners say, but they do have a strong survival instinct.

I guess the will to survive, to see another dawn, is the trait we humans value most.

I don’t want to live in a place that saves my body but destroys my soul.

Someone has opened the gates of hell, and you can feel the heat.

The living are almost more dangerous than the Undead.

Their spirit was dead; they were completely destroyed, lost and broken, looking for a reason to live.

Before the Apocalypse, the closest I’d gotten to death was buying steaks at the supermarket.

Something will happen soon, but I don’t know what. Fear travels faster than a dust cloud... and it’s already in the wind.

Humanity was wiped off the map all because a band of wannabe jihadists couldn’t read the warning labels on a freezer.

The world is no longer ours. It’s theirs. How long will this situation last?