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

“Welcome,” said Blondella as she opened the door to the club, a ferocious beat instantly greeting our ears.


Up the steps we hobbled and inside we went, the water from my previous visit cleaned up, the overhead lights back on, swirling and gyrating as before. As for the music, it was very nearly intoxicating, especially considering the fact that what lay beneath was a constant groaning drone. Even Lola seemed impressed, but, then again, she’d already witnessed the alternatives.


Further inside we were led, pushing our way between the barely-animated bodies, not one of them appreciating the fine music that washed over them. Me, I ached to dance again or, better still, knock the head bitch down and go searching for my comrades. Neither, however, was an option at that very moment, at least not yet. And so I merely went with the flow. And the flow was quickly heading toward the kitchen, which meant to the elevator, which meant that we were now royally screwed.


Chapter 60