No. I Kind Of Accepted It, In

Come On," Alec Said, Already Stomping Down The Ramp. "let's Find Us A Squirrel." He Swept The Weapon Back And Forth As He Walked, Looking For Any Interlopers. "or Better Yet, One Of The Crazies Who Might've Strayed Over Here. Too Bad These Things Have To Be Charged Or We Could Get Rid Of This Virus Problem In A Jiffy. Sweep These Old Neighborhoods Nice And Clean." Mark Joined Him On The Ground Below The Berg, Wary That Someone Might Be Watching From The Ruined Homes Surrounding Them Or From The Burnt Woods Beyond Those. "your Value Of Human Life Brings Tears To My Eyes," He Muttered.

I'm Inspired By Almost Everything I Come Across In Life, And One Way Or Another They Find Themselves Sneaking Into My Stories.

Sometimes What Works In A Book Is Too "in Your Face" When Converted To The Big Screen And Sound.

I'm Gonnna Break Your Faces!

I Promised I'd Save Him, Take Him Home! I Promised Him!" . . . Thomas Hugged Chuck To His Chest, Squeezed Him As Tightly As Possible, As If That Could Somehow Bring Him Back, Or Show Thanks For Saving His Life, For Being His Friend When No One Else Would. Thomas Cried, Wept Like He'd Never Wept Before. His Great, Racking Sobs Echoed Through The Chamber Like The Sounds Of Tortured Pain. (pg 358 Hardback)