HorrorHound Weekend in Cincinnati, OH (March 2013).
These things ain’t sick. They’re not people. They’re dead. Ain’t gonna feel nothing for them ‘cause all they do, they kill! These things right here, they’re the things that killed Amy. They killed Otis. They’re gonna kill all of us.
Dale could get under your skin. He sure got under mine, because he wasn’t afraid to say exactly what he thought- how he felt. That kind of honesty is rare and brave. Whenever I’d make a decision, I’d look at Dale. He’d be looking back at me with that look he had. We’ve all seen it one time or another. I couldn’t always read him, but he could read us. He saw people for who they were. He knew things about us. The truth. Who we really are. In the end, he was talking about losing our humanity. He said this group was broken. The best way to honor him is to unbreak it. Set aside our differences and pull together, stop feeling sorry for ourselves. Take control of our lives, our safety, our future. We’re not broken. We’re gonna prove him wrong. From now on we’re gonna do it his way. That is how we honor Dale.
