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

Now, I’m not sure what ZAM! is, but it slashed a nasty-looking gash right through the side of the speaker, the smell only minimally better than that of the company that surrounded me. “Too much POW! not enough ZIP!” I told myself as I started in on attempt number two. This time I willed the radiation to a lower level, the mental setting switched from ten to five. Again I felt the familiar sensation, but this time all I got for my troubles was a crackling noise, like static. Again, it was better than the sound the current company was making, but not what I was going for.


Attempt number three was a mixture of POW!, ZAP!, and ZAM!, but this go around I managed to modulate the three, forming, it felt like, a wave of some sort instead of a constant beam. I stared at the speaker, bombarding it with this new sort of ray that shot forth from my eyes.


Chapter 61