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

We didn’t see Blondella again that day or most of the day after. By then, we were getting worried that she was on to our plan, that she had figured out that Lola couldn’t sleep and couldn’t teach anyone else to, that she herself was being tricked and we were soon to be lambs for the slaughter. Worse still, as if that wasn’t bad enough, the longer we waited, the shorter our better halves remained cognizant.


And, yet, wait we did. The music, which was preset to play, was our only diversion. Then, when we couldn’t take much more, mainly because someone had programmed a Ke$ha medley, there she appeared, her ginormous wig cutting through the undead throng.


“You’re on,” I whispered to my cohort.


“Wish me well,” she whispered back.


And then Blondella was at the door of the DJ booth, motioning for Lola to follow.


Chapter 66