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

I shook my head. “No, too dangerous. Best if we strike first this time. Catch them by surprise like they caught you by surprise.”


Ginger lifted her hand up. “But how do we even find them? Or, more importantly, the leader?”


The silence, apart from the distant groaning, was very nearly deafening. Sadly, though, none of them had an answer. Which meant that it was up to me. And, yes, I had thought of something, but was dread to attempt it. In any case, I turned to Dara and took her hand. “Come with me.” And then I looked at the others. “We’ll be right back.”


All of them stared at the two us, confusion spreading across their expertly made-up faces. Still, they parted their ranks and let Dara and me walk by, until we were soon alone around the other side of the vessel and away from prying ears.


“I don’t like that look on your face,” said Dara.


I grinned. “Really? Isn’t it the same look that’s been locked on my face for more than three hundred years now?”


Chapter 23