The Purge of Babylon

Money. What the hell were we thinking?

Sure, not like I got some place to be. Like with Carly, on top of Carly, possibly even inside Carly…

Will decided it wasn’t the cross that was doing all the damage, it was the silver along the edges.

So much blood. Where did all the blood come from…?

God is God. He doesn’t need me to believe in him for him to do what he does. If that were the case, he wouldn’t be God.

There’s a lot you don’t know, Kemosabe. Like women. Kids. And how to avoid women with kids.

It is said that if you know your enemies and know yourself, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles; if you do not know your enemies but do know yourself, you will win one and lose one; if you do not know your enemies nor yourself, you will be imperiled in every single battle.

What are you staring at, mister?” “You don’t know, do you?” “Know what? What are you talking about?” “That you’re beautiful.

I was thinking how happy I am. Right now. At this moment with you. Even before everything happened, I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.

This is what I do, Will. I sell people on things.

She smiled back, and for a split second she wanted to grab his hand and tell him to ignore what was happening out there, to stay with her instead, that they could be happy here, just the two of them.

Thanks for coming,” she smiled up at him. “I had no choice. It was either this or find a new girlfriend. As you’ve probably noticed, my history with girlfriends in the post-apocalypse has been pretty hit and miss.

One at a time. In a gunfight, your best asset is your ability to aim and fire.

They were everywhere. They were simply…everywhere.

He put his arms around her, and she felt warm and wanted very much to just let herself be lost inside his arms, to be with him like this forever, the ghouls be damned. Who were they to say who she could or couldn’t be with on the last night of her life?

Ready?” “Thanks for coming,” she smiled up at him. “I had no choice. It was either this or find a new girlfriend. As you’ve probably noticed, my history with girlfriends in the post-apocalypse has been pretty hit and miss.

I need to get a Kindle version…

The place that was supposed to be her salvation had become her prison. She realized that now, more than ever.

No shit, Doc. Tell me something I don’t know.” “I once dated a lesbian in college.

She smiled back at him, and before she realized it, she blurted out, “I love you.

After all, how could you scream if you weren’t even breathing?

Would it be better if she couldn’t see what was happening? The end was coming, and she’d rather let it all end in the dark. It would be more merciful that way.

Blood was hard to get out. Blood was forever. So what’s the point?

She wasn’t that woman anymore, but she was still a woman and they were still men, and that still mattered. Probably even more so now.

She wished she knew, and not knowing made it somehow much, much worse.