Wait, is the one eating brains the work key or the locker? Or is that the bullet wound? Zombies, you're so confusing!
Death never smelt so good
You can probably catch me, I'm the zombie-bread man!
Moar brains! Less military!
Is that a zombie dog dressed up as a bear? Fearsome!
I know this is important... I just can't remember why.
When good bread goes bad, and fights back!
How are you standing there without a spine?!
Kitty ran out of lives but still scratches at the damn door all night anyway.
Just don't hold it against me if I get turned into a zombie first and go straight for you. It's ingrained at this point!