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

Ricky, who could obviously hear us the entire time, merely shook his head. And then, two minutes later, we were walking up the stairs to the club. “Go in, split up and look for some sort of communication device,” he said. “And act nonchalantly.”


My chuckle returned. “Zombies do blasé quite well, sweetie, so no worries there.”


He opened the door for us, um, ladies, and we were in like Flynn. Though Flynn, I’m guessing, had never tried to infiltrate a disco filled with mindless zombies before. Lucky Flynn. The jury was still out if we would be so fortunate.


In any case, Ricky went left, Dara went right and I went straight—um, directionally forward, that is to say, seeing as the only thing straight about me was the jacket (of the straight variety) I now so richly deserved for putting us smack-dab into the belly of the beast once again.


Chapter 49