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

My grin widened as I took the transmitter into my hand and pressed the button on the side. “Um, any requests?” I asked. “Some Barbra might be nice, yes?” Now, wouldn’t you know it, but my voice boomed out in all directions and every last zombie in the reach of it promptly froze, still and lifeless as mannequins. It was the effect I’d always had on them, ever since the beginning of all this, except magnified now by the speaker and magnified even further than that by the steel and concrete buildings that bounced my voice hither and yon. “Move off the sidewalk!” I bellowed. “Now, bitches!” I gazed down at the metal in my hand. There was a repeat switch near the top. I hit it. Move off the sidewalk! Now, bitches! It played and replayed, over and over again.


Chapter 52