Zombie Outbreak Quotes

Indeed, one concern would be that the initial neoconservative response to a zombie outbreak would be to invade Iraq again out of force of habit.

He wasn't my type -- my type was more the skinny hipster boys in girl jeans and thick glasses, a.k.a. the first ones to go during the outbreak -- but the sight still had me staring.

When approaching a prospective human, first ask them what their name is. * If it replies "Brains," blow its fucking head off. * If it replies "Brian," ask it again, as you may have encountered a zombie with a speech impediment, or a zombie that was mildly retarded in life. * Keep in mind that it is entirely possible that you did encounter a human named "Brian.

I had spent hundreds of hours gazing out at the calm, conquered suburban landscape surrounding my school, silently yearning for the outbreak of a zombie apocalypse, a freak accident that would give me super powers, or perhaps the sudden appearance of a band of time-traveling kleptomaniac dwarves.

Viruses are the undead of the living world, the zombies of deep time. Nobody knows the origin of viruses—how they came into existence or when they appeared in the history of life on earth.

The majority of them simply melted into the host country’s underbelly. The low-income areas? If that’s what you want to call them. What better place to hide than among that part of society that no one else even wants to acknowledge. How else could so many outbreaks have started in so many First World ghettos?

This is not a zombie outbreak. Get all those goddamn movies out of your mind. This is not an infection. It is not viral. Not in a COVID cough-cough kind of way. This is like some…some…I don’t know. Some sort of social plague.

Call them whatever you like: Walkers, the living-dead, the undead, biters, flesh eaters. It's a zombie.

Somehow those who get the chance to do something good in the end manage it.

Viruses are the undead of the living world, the zombies of deep time.

You see, ever since the first day of kindergarten, I had been hoping and waiting for some mind-blowingly fantastic, world-altering event to finally shatter the endless monotony of my public education. I had spent hundreds of hours gazing out at the calm, conquered suburban landscape surrounding my school, silently yearning for the outbreak of a zombie apocalypse, a freak accident that would give me super powers, or perhaps the sudden appearance of a band of time-traveling kleptomaniac dwarves. I

A virus particle is a very small capsule made of proteins locked together in a mathematical pattern. The pattern of the interlocking proteins in a virus is far more complicated than a snowflake. The protein capsule is sometimes wrapped in an oily membrane. Inside the capsule there is a small amount of DNA or RNA, the molecules that contain the genetic code of the virus. The genetic code is the virus’s operating system, or wetware, the complete set of instructions for the virus to make copies of itself. Unlike a snowflake or any other kind of crystal, a virus is able to re-create its form. It would be as if a single snowflake started copying itself as it falls, and those copies of the snowflake copy themselves, creating ever-growing numbers of identical copies of the first snowflake, until the air is filled with falling snow, and each flake is a perfect replica of the first flake. Many virologists feel that viruses are not truly living things. At the same time, viruses are obviously not dead. Virologists like to describe them as life forms. The term is a contradiction: How can something be a form of life that isn’t alive? Viruses carry on their existence in a misty borderland that lies between life and death, a gray zone where the things we encounter are neither provably alive nor certainly dead. One way to understand viruses is to think about them as biological machines. A virus is a wet nanomachine, a tiny, complicated, slightly fuzzy mechanism, which is rubbery, flexible, wobbly, and often a little bit imprecise in its operation—a microscopic nugget of squishy parts. Viruses are subtle, logical, tricky, reactive, devious, opportunistic. They are constantly evolving, their forms steadily changing as time passes. Like all kinds of life, viruses possess a relentless drive to reproduce themselves so that they can persist through time. When a virus starts copying itself strongly and rapidly in a host, the process is called virus amplification. As a virus amplifies itself in its host, the host, a living organism, can be destroyed. Viruses are the undead of the living world, the zombies of deep time. Nobody knows the origin of viruses—how they came into existence or when they appeared in the history of life on earth. Viruses may be examples or relics of life forms that operated at the dawn of life. Viruses may have come into existence with the first stirrings of life on the planet, roughly four billion years ago. Or they may have arisen after life started, during the time when single-celled bacteria had already come into existence—nobody knows.

Unfortunately, it was far too late to contain the virus. It was already nationwide.

The city was starting to resemble a ghost town. If you saw anyone out on the streets, chances are they were probably infected. The majority of fast infected had spread out to the south and north, which happened to be where they were heading. In between, it was mainly the slower zombies that ruled.

The chances of a zombie outbreak beginning in a daycare are alarmingly high. Toddlers are walking Petri dishes. Every major illness starts with them. They are so contagious that NATO’s current germ warfare policy is to parachute preschoolers into enemy countries. A single runny nose could wipe out North Korea. Little kids have undeveloped immune systems and love to eat food off the floor. To diseases, they’re Disneyland. Put twelve toddlers in a room together and you’ll have the deadliest germ laboratory in the world. Everyone knows the bubonic plague started in a daycare. I don’t see why the first case of zombieism will be any different.

Some people played “What would you do if there was a zombie outbreak?” I played “Where would you go if it became illegal to be gay?

How come, when the dead began coming back to life, we didn’t know about it until they were breaking through our living room windows? Where the hell was the goddamn CIA!?!

the undead? Zombies? The Walking Dead? Whatever you want to call it, I

I’ll never forget that first report, the Cape Town outbreak, only ten minutes of actual reporting then a full hour of speculating about what would happen if the virus ever made it to America. God bless the news. I hit speed dial thirty seconds later. I met with some of my nearest and dearest. They’d all seen the same report. I was the first one to come up with a workable pitch: a vaccine, a real vaccine for rabies. Thank God there is no cure for rabies. A cure would make people buy it only if they thought they were infected. But a vaccine! That’s preventative! People will keep taking that as long as they’re afraid it’s out there!

He continued his vicious assaults on West 135 Street attacking every person in sight and spreading the infection to nearly fifty other people, before his body began to die and he was reanimated as a zombie. Even then, he would continue to spread the virus over the weekend.

All it took was one bite and you were done.

And after all the work I did, you’re thanking God?” Dr. Fowler seemed annoyed at her response. “Well, you’re welcome.

Wow,” Stella said, wrapping her blanket more tightly around her body. “I hope they do have it contained. That’s all we need now is a deadly virus running through this world.” “I’m sure it won’t affect us over here,” Dana said, reassuringly.

There must be some strange new virus spreading around down there. It scared Nick to think that if they didn’t get it under control soon, the next thing you would see on the news is that it would be here, in Newfoundland.

Let’s get to the chopper!!” Jason tried his best Arnold impersonation.

Everything he had seen in the news was true, and it was happening here in Corner Brook.

Yeah… those things you’ve been hearing about? That virus that’s taking over the world? It’s the fucking zombie apocalypse!

The virus went through that crowd faster than a California wildfire.

Man sharpens man, as steel sharpens steel. Even you can’t stand alone the entire time, son.

Let’s keep it real. You can buy a standard hunting rifle and then with a couple hundred bucks, the right parts, a screwdriver, and a quick perusal of a few videos on YouTube, convert your standard hunting rifle into an assault rifle. Let’s keep it real. You can buy a standard hunting rifle and then with a couple of hundred bucks, the right parts, a screwdriver, and a quick perusal of a few videos on YouTube, convert your standard hunting rifle into an automatic firing high-capacity ammo magazine assault rifle.

And I have no sympathies for these kid-infested people whatsoever, always looking to show me how cute their kid is—No! Keep that thing away from me!

Zombies do not avoid water or fire. They can easily become trapped in holes, cages, rooms, closets, bathrooms, and cars. Imagine, a zombie chases you into a bathroom. You push the bathroom door to get in and then turn around quick and exit after the zombie enters. It’s very likely this zombie will be trapped in the bathroom. It is not capable of processing that it needs to pull the bathroom door to get out. It simply will push and bang against that bathroom door until some idiot comes along to check and see what all the banging on the bathroom door is about.

I saw a strange and odd-looking little guy walk in to a gun show in Fort Worth, pay cash for a 50-caliber sniper rifle with nobody asking him any questions before he walked right out the front door with that thing strapped over his shoulder; I thought it was extra odd that he was such a little puny fellow and the sniper rifle was actually bigger than he was, making that very memorable for me. I’m not saying this little fellow can’t legally have a sniper rifle; I am saying we would all have much better security in knowing that he was legally cleared to have it and in knowing that if he gets weird on us, then someone will show up to legally take the sniper rifle out of his hands.

shoot that fucker immediately priority list.

stay the hell away from sick people, and watch out for kids. Kids are the germiest, nastiest, cesspool petri-dishes of viral outbreak potential and almost everyone has them or knows someone who has them. Just watch kids for a short while and see what they do. They don’t wash their filthy little hands, they put crazy things in their mouths all the time, and they touch and drool and sneeze and spit on everything.

Alan said the zombies are in Worthing.

Not only do the zombies reveal us at our worst, but the behavior of the surviving humans do as well. What is interesting about World War Z is that both of these characteristics are eventually reversed. The story focuses on the quest to find the cause of this outbreak, which leads the protagonist around the world. In addressing the root of the problem, a violent defense proves useless, and weakness saves the lives of those who survive. Religion News Service blogger Jana Reiss recognized something Christlike here: “Weakness becomes strength. Actively choosing weakness—especially when every cell of your body is screaming to cling to power instead—leads to life. Huh. That sounds a whole lot like Jesus.”5

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