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 shrugged. For a change I decided to follow instead of lead. After three hundred years, I figured I could use a break. “Did you go to school here?” I asked as we trudged through the layers of dust and debris, the windows barely letting in much moonlight, but just enough to illuminate our way.


“I taught here some years back.” His frown returned. “Well, that is to say, a few hundred plus some years back.”


I felt bad for the guy. None of this could be easy on him. Me, I had centuries to get used to the idea of what I was and what had happened; he had less than a day. Still, all things considered, he was doing remarkably well. Including the fact that we found what we were looking for in less than an hour, with minimal contact with any students, most of whom seemed to be locked inside of the various classrooms.


“Unbelievable,” I said when he held the jar out for me, its lone content sloshing around in some sort of preservative.


Chapter 36