Zombies, Satyrs and Vampires, Oh My!

his heartbeat

Zombies need love too…

Atticus

I’ve been dead for nearly two decades. Or rather, undead.

Being a zombie is not like in the movies; I don’t shuffle, and I absolutely don’t eat brains.I look different than I used to and I feel nothing.

No happiness, no sadness, no anger, I am a flatline of emotion.

Until her… Vivian Cane. I hunger for her in a way that defies logic.

Every moment I spend with her changes me.

Every touch, every kiss makes me feel human again.

I don’t deserve her, but I’m going to do whatever I can to convince the curvaceous beauty that we belong together.

Vivian

I’ve been a horror writer for a few years so I know my monsters.

Research brings me to the town rumored to be riddled with “real” monsters.

I don’t expect anything, but some quiet writing time.

What I get is chased by a feral creature and then saved by…

a zombie? Atticus Hunt might not look like a normal man, but he’s more humane than any guy I’ve ever known.

Being with him makes me feel alive in a way I’ve never felt.

But am I ready to risk it all to live in a world I always thought was make believe?