zombieland

Chase
I need you to come to the prison.

Olive
You doing okay?

Who would I need to speak with about procuring some new books?

I should hope there would still be plenty of books out in the world somewhere.

I don't mean to be so unforgiving, but the state of this library in this place is devastating.

And since we do not have a librarian, I have taken it upon myself to appoint one. That is to say, myself.

I trust no one would have any disagreements about that? If so, I do not mind sharing the work.

More the merrier, after all.

Not that I'm complaining about the lack of a need to work, but it gets really boring around here pretty fast, doesn't it?


Susan

So, there's apparently a party for the fourth. Want to go with me?

Also, how are you holding up? I feel like we haven't talked much since we came in together. Can't say I blame ya for seeking out better company than myself though. Heh.


Veronica
So, any change you're as good a cook as you are at making end-of-the-world coffee pretty damn good (considering)? I just got back from raiding and I'm starving. Who knew a symbiote scarfing down zombies would make me hungrier. Ugh.


Crowley

I wasn't going to say anything, thinking it would be obvious but I realized I'm dealing with people from other places... other universes so I can't be too careful.

I'd like you to keep what you saw to yourself. I'd rather not raise an alarm among the people I live with when I've got the symbiote under control.

If anyone sees baby clothes while you're out, can you bring some back with you? For a boy, newborn to a few months. That and baby stuff. I guess just general baby things.

You know... it sucks when it feels like it comes back ten fold. Maybe it was good to be normal for once. Though, no. I prefer this over normal any day.

The things we find out about our ancestors. Mine? He was a bastard.

[Caleb Danvers]

I have something that belongs to you.

You might want to get your boy. It's not good when the youngest is trying to get someone to will him their power.

What the hell?

What the hell is his deal?

Now what do you get the boyfriend who killed you? That's quite the dilemma, isn't it?

Well... isn't this interesting.

This is a fucking joke right? Zombies? At a train station?

Sounds like the beginning of some cheesy sci-fi movie.

This is definitely not Ipswich. I don't even think I'm in Massachusetts anymore.