United Nations employee Gerry Lane traverses the world in a race against time to stop the Zombie pandemic that is toppling armies and governments, and threatening to destroy humanity itself.

Andrew Fassbach: Mother Nature is a serial killer. No one's better. Or more creative. Like all serial killers, she can't help the urge to want to get caught. What good are all those brilliant crimes if no one takes the credit? So she leaves crumbs. Now the hard part, why you spend a decade in school, is seeing the crumbs. But the clue's there. Sometimes the thing you thought was the most brutal aspect of the virus, turns out to be the chink in its armor. And she loves disguising her weaknesses as strengths. She's a bitch.
Jurgen Warmbrunn: Most people don't believe something can happen until it already has. That's not stupidity or weakness, that's just human nature.
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Gerry Lane: If you can fight, fight. Be prepared for anything. Our war has just begun.
Captain Speke: Looks like we just woke the dead. In that respect, please turn off all pagers and cellphones.
Gerry Lane: [Preparing to enter zombie-infested building] Sure you wanna do this?
W.H.O. Doctor: Course I'm not. Let's go.
Gerry Lane: You're letting people in!
Jurgen Warmbrunn: Every person we save is one less zombie to fight.
W.H.O. Doctor: You can't make a dead person sick.
Gerry Lane: Why did you sell guns to the North?
Ex-CIA Agent: Why not?
Gerry Lane: You're with CIA?
Ex-CIA Agent: But they're not with me.
Thierry Umutoni: The president is dead. Four of six joint chiefs, VP missing. Reports of gunbattles in the streets of the capital.
Televangelist: Whatever goes to hell, stays in hell!
Karin Lane: [upon seeing cramped ship accommodations] It's bigger than our apartment on 72nd.