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

“Stop,” I said to him. He froze in mid-shuffle. “Drop the cane.” He tried, he really did, but his hand had been locked like that for too long. In other words, he needed some help. From, yuck, me. “Sorry,” I said as I wrenched each finger loose from the wood, the sound of popping knuckles and cracking bones almost too much to bear. Still, eventually, the cane went from his hand to my own. “Um, thanks much.” He didn’t reply, just stared into the oblivion. “Guess your intermission went on a bit longer than expected, huh?” I got a groan for my troubles. Hard to tell if it was for my dark sense of humor or not. I was going with the latter.


Chapter 53