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

“Liar!” shouted the first Blondella.


“Bitch!” shouted the second, the faces in the crowd moving from one to the other and back again, like a good—or perhaps bad, as in very bad—tennis volley.


The first Blondella, the unfortunately real one, paused, grinned and then responded by lifting her hand up into the air. In it she held a pistol, the same pearl-inlayed one she held in the mural, the one every islander recognized all too well. She fired it, the sound exploding all around us. “Yeah, I am a bitch. Too bad for you.”


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