Fight the dead. Fear the living.

“Mankind's been fighting plagues from the start. We get our butts kicked for a while, then we bounce back. It's nature correcting itself, restoring some balance.”

“We're facing a long, hard journey, maybe even harder than I can imagine... but it can't be harder than our journey's been so far, can it? A hundred and twenty-five miles. That's what lies ahead.”

“This is it. We all die. It's a question of surrender or survival. Acceptance or denial.”

“Please, let me explain the rules of the boat. Rule number one, it's my boat. Rule number two, it is my boat. And if there remains any confusion about rules one and two, I offer rule number three, it's my goddamn boat.”

“I've seen it. I've seen what it does. The bites don't turn you, but the infection's not treatable. The infection kills you like anything else. Then it happens. It doesn't matter how you die, you come back. We all come back.”

“There was a fence just like the one surrounding us now. Inside the fence was a building. In the building a room. And in the room a chair, just like this one where you sit. This is where they bring me. I was young. The man with the blade and the man in the chair, they're not different. They both suffer. Their lives are changed forever. They bring me in and they give me a choice. Which man will I be?”

“I saw something today, something that horrified me. At first, I thought it was unnatural. I thought it was an aberration. But I was wrong. What I saw was prophesized. What I saw was godly. And I think it's overdue. I wish you were here, but I will see you soon. And you will hold me. If you find this, I am sorry. If you find this, I love you.”

“I was wondering where her husband is. Wondering what it'd be like if you'd come home last night, found me like this. When he comes home, finds her...”

“The looters hit pharmacies first, then gun shops, liquor stores. The less you go out, the less chance you get exposed.”

“Wouldn't it be kinder, to be more compassionate, to just hold your loved ones and wait for the clock to run down? ”

“Atlanta isn’t what we thought. It’s not what they promised. The city is… do not enter the city. It belongs to the dead now.”

“The people here, they all look to me now. I don’t even know why.”