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

“If memory serves, dear one, you don’t know how to play chess.” I sneered her way. “Or balance your checkbook, or correctly work a cell phone, or set the clock on your TV, or—”


“Enough!” she interrupted—which was something, at the very least, that she still did quite well. Bitch never did like sharing the stage, after all.


“Let them go,” I said, trying, and failing, to keep my voice even, especially as my eyes locked with Dara’s.


She nodded, repeating as she had the first time we were in this damned-similar predicament, “After you’re dead and after their salt runs out, then sure, no problem.” The bitch sure as hell had a one-track mind.


“I’m already dead,” I retorted, anger now rising, boiling up.


Chapter 50