The crux of the argument was that Jenni was a bloodthirsty psycho and would waste all of the ammo while Juan was too stupid to understand guns were made to be fired.

During the meeting, Jenni paid attention only when they talked about killing zombies.

Everything is better when we’re together. Even when it’s bad.

Juan nonchalantly drove the shovel through the head of the zombified maid, and the drama was over.

You’re a strange, strange girl in a strange strange world.

Dammit," Dale cussed. "I was kinda hoping Congress got ate.

Peggy snorted. "Zombies rise and we're still doing paperwork.

I threw back my head, my hair falling about me like a great red curtain, and cried out.  My eyes felt hot and burned with tears as my body trembled with the passion for blood. 

How did I become this monster…this creature that feasts on the blood of innocents?  I stare at my bloodstained dress and feel nothing but hatred for what I have done.  To know how callously I killed before and felt no regret, now pains me.  I killed before with no remorse.  But tonight…tonight, what I have done is unbearable. 

I felt the presence of the night all about me: a living, breathing entity, whispering soft words against my flesh.  I had never before felt the silken touch of the night caress me as I did now.  It was a frightening, yet exhilarating experience.  It was as if the night itself were attempting to seduce me.