Three hundred years into the apocalypse, centuries-old zombie queen Creature Comfort and the love of her afterlife Dara Licked leave their salt factory in Utah and find themselves beneath a gussied-up Lady Liberty, surrounded by a race of fabulous drag queens. Humanity (what's left of it) is in dire trouble, attacked by unseen menacing forces, and only Creature can possibly save the day!<br><br>Thus starts this hilarious tale of mystery and heart-pounding adventure, of friends old and new, of what it means to be alive and, most importantly, in love.

Creature Comfort

One of my minions quickly approached us. “Well now, who’s this?” asked Glenn, the eldest of the humans and my frequent right hand (and left hand) man. He eyed the newcomer suspiciously, then did the same to me. “You’ve never let one of them in before.” He said it with disdain. I couldn’t rightly blame him.


I stopped and sighed. It was and will always be a forced gesture on my part. After all, it wasn’t like I needed to inhale or exhale. Still, it felt like the right thing to do. “Guess it’s about time then, Glenn.”


He looked from me to the zombie and then back my way. The slightest of grins rose northward on his wizened face. “The T-shirt says it all, you know.” The smile widened. “My company isn’t enough for you, Creature?”


I shrugged as best I could. “Not the same, Glenn, is it?”


Chapter 5