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

I let go of her wrist. “We’ll go outside and do a quick sweep.” I forced a comforting smile. “Three hundred years of being with someone, Lola, day in and day out, with no sleep, no breaks, let me tell you, I know Dara, know her almost as well as I know myself. And, trust me, this little souvenir was left here on purpose.” Heck, I’d almost convinced myself. As if I had a choice, right?


“Fine, Creature,” she said, her face resigned, defeated looking. “You’ve got me this far. I trust you.”


In fact, I wasn’t exactly sure where I’d gotten her, or any of us for that matter, but I was glad she still had faith. As Huey Lewis used to sing, that’s the power of love. Then again, Huey was dead now, so what did he know?


Chapter 68