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

She shook her head, flowing ebony wig swinging in sync. “We keep a fire burning in homage to the goddesses. It’s my duty to tend to the eternal flame. My duty, in fact, and my mother’s before her, to make sure the fire stays lit, the fuel source below ground never running low.” Her smile went reverent, eyes suddenly closed, just as Topaz and VaVa had done at the mention of my friends. Funny because, in life, said friends never needed stoking; their flames were always set on high. Always. When Ginger’s eyes again opened, she added, “I heard a noise and came in to investigate.” The smile vanished. “What with, well, all that’s happened lately, I mean.”


I nodded. I knew that I could’ve mentioned the clothes in the case, but thought the better of it. After all, it seemed an intentional ruse. The why was something we’d have to find out on our own, though. “Can we see the flame?” I asked instead.


Chapter 21