Slawter

But stories don't end. They continue as long as you're alive. You just have to get on with things. Turn the page, start a new chapter, find out what's in store for you next, and keep your fingers crossed that it's not too awful. Even if you know in your heart and soul that it most probably will be.

I'm starting to understand that fear is like cancer - you can beat it back, but if it returns, it can be worse than ever.

I'd like to do something to help the worst afflicted, but I can't. It's not possible to save everybody. Even heroes have their all-too-human limits.

Never trust fairy tales. Any story that ends with ‘They all lived happily ever after’ is a crock. There are no happy endings. No endings, full stop. Life goes on. There’s always something new around the corner. You can overcome major obstacles, face great danger, look evil in the eye, and live to tell the tale–but that’s not the end. Life sweeps you forward, swings you around, bruises and batters you, drops some new drama or tragedy in your lap, never lets go until you get to the one true end–death. As long as you’re breathing, your story’s still going.

As long as you’re breathing, your story’s still going.

You can’t save everyone. It’s not an option.

a greyish substance that might be blood. Remembering the spray I caught earlier, I wipe a hand across my face and it comes away wet and sticky with the same grey liquid. “I’d kill for a shower,” I mutter, chuckling darkly at the sick joke. Juni cuts a long, jagged line through the creature’s flesh,

Bill-E his knife. He grimaces and tries to wipe the muck off on his

pants. Juni looks at me and grins shakily. “I wanted to be a vet