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

“Calm down, Creature,” Lola whispered back my way. “She can call herself the Queen of Sheba, just so long as she comes out here.” She saw me seething and patted my arm. “Breathe and count to ten, sweetie.” She realized the error in that and edited it down some. “Or just count to ten.”


As it turned out, I only needed to make it to eight because Blondella appeared a moment later. “No!” she yapped, standing fifteen feet away.


“No?” Lola replied, looking utterly confused.


“I mean, no, it can’t be,” rephrased Blondella as she pushed her way through the crush of guards. “Lola Fontaine! The Lola Fontaine!”


I locked eyes with my newfound friend. “Do you really deserve that the?” I whispered.


She nodded. “Two-time Tony winner, Creature.” She grinned. “Didn’t you know?”


Blondella was suddenly barreling down upon us, or at least teetering at a relatively unsafe clip. “Not a clue,” I whispered. “Congrats.” I leaned in a little closer. “And play it up. Blondella’s a total show queen.”


Chapter 59