- Mister: You wanna live boy, you listen to me. You scream, I'll break your neck. They're dead! There's nothing to be done about it but kill that thing. Can you shoot? You shoot me I'll fuckin' kill you!
- Martin: Months passed in a blur of days and nights. We traveled east and west, but always north. Away from death.
- Martin: We avoided the cities. Mister said they were the worst, hit the hardest in the beginning. As people flocked together for safety, the plague marched through their locked gates and they became death traps.
- Martin: When Washington fell, it was over for America as we knew her. As government blew away, our great leaders ran for it. And hope was abandoned
- Martin: We were on our own now. Me and Mister. Traveling through a ruined land.
- Martin: Pockets of civilization survived. Towns locked down behind fences and guns holding the night away.
- Martin: Cults spread like wildfire across the southern states. Waitin' for the messiah, but... he never came. Death came in its stead. And it came with teeth.
- Martin: I've seen things you wouldn't believe. Things a boy shouldn't see. I was like any other kid; I didn't believe in the boogeyman. Then the world woke up to a nightmare.
- Martin: In desperate times, false gods abound. People put their faith in the loudest preacher and hope they're right. But sometimes they're wrong. Dead wrong.