The Truth About Zombies
My name is Erin and I am not a zombie, though my boyfriend, the gangster, Ryu, and the ghoul, Clément, tried to make one of me. They nearly succeeded, too, but Clément blew it—as he usually does—and although I no longer speak, appear to be totally apathetic, and exhibit other zombie-like behaviors, I was not really “made” in the traditional sense. I still have my will. If you read the official accounts, you’ll find that Erin Orison, the talented and rebellious only daughter of American ambassador,...
Dead Love: Brainloaf à ...
Ever find yourself high and dry and brainless? In my attempt to keep you zombie types well nourished, I’m going to share my latest discovery: brainloaf. Yesterday I was treated to this delicious dish. Looks like a brain and is much easier to score. It’s also less likely to...
Dead Love: Rodent Rant
Needed a squirrel hit today, so I decided to indulge in a bit of the ranting rodent, and by that I mean that savage little Sciuridae: Foamy. Foamy is generally so horrible to Germaine that it’s really funny when he gets his—which is not that often. Still, you have to love the...
Dead Love: Zombie Natio...
Oh, all that talk about brains. How about a little FRIVOLITY today … something totally zombilicious? For that, we need to listen to the German techno and electro beats of Munich-based DJ and music producer Florian Senfter or Zombie Nation. Yes, it’s time to join Splank in a...
Dead Love: Brainy Thing...
I went there looking for brains … and boy, did I find them. But not in the manner expected. No one wanted to eat the brains—not that I do, either, I’m just saying—they wanted to study them. This brain-tech is certainly exciting. It just gets those neurotransmitters to popping...
Dead Love: Goblin’...
Eine kleine Nachtmusik … no, not Mozart; this is a little night musik of a different sort. Thea Munster shared this link. Thea is the brains (gotta love those brains) behind the Toronto Zombie Walk … more to come on that, so practice that shuffling gait. This is from Dario...
6. Hide and Seek (5)
She was quick, and the element of surprise was in her favor. She grabbed the knife, waved it aloft and squealed. The sharp blade glinted magically in the rheumy quarter-light. White teeth flashed in all the dark faces. Screams broke out. Brandishing the knife the woman charged at Ryu and...
Dead Love: Cocktail Hou...
Ryu is currently caught up amid the vodou and the bokors and the hounfours of Haiti. It’s an exhausting business, as you’ll see in Chapters. So, I decided it would be a good idea to do what I think everyone should do when the going gets rough: break for cocktails. And in...