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

Run being such a subjective word, they still managed to trudge and totter and traipse and trod my way, dozens upon dozens of them, all heeding, thank goodness, my command. When the front of the pack was a mere ten feet away, I added, “Block the door to the building! Put your bodies into it!”


And that’s just what they did, all of them, at least a hundred walking corpses slamming themselves into the rear of the building, blocking the exit completely, their collective grunts and groans a wretched cacophony which, all things considered, was music to my ears. Especially once I heard the banging coming from within the disco. “Take that, assholes!” I hollered as I put one hand in front of the other and slowly—seriously, slowly—crawled away on my belly.


Not a pretty picture, but at least I was safe.


Just me. All alone now. Ugh, one final time.


Chapter 51