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

“Which was a foot in front of your face and considerably thinner,” said Dara.


I shrugged. “Any other ideas?” Not surprisingly, there was no response. “Thought so.” And then, once again, I concentrated, constricting the radiation into a sort of internal beam, building it up, Up, UP. And then, when I could no longer hold it in, out it shot, through my pupils, two invisible rays that lanced everything in front of it, slicing through long-dead skin like the sharpest of knives.


You could smell it before you saw it, the stench of searing flesh, worse as the water seeped inside and mixed with the radiated tissue within. Then came the steam, the groans notching up, the zombies crashing to the floor as I shifted my head this way and that, taking them down one by one by one. Heck, Wyatt Earp had nothing on this old queen.


“Can I say it?” asked Dara, finally smiling.


Chapter 43