Book Review: Dying to Live: Life Sentence
Unmutual Fallout
Dem zombies! Dem zombies!"
Dem dry zombies!"
Dem zombies! Dem zombies!"
Dem dry zombies!
Now hear the word of the Lord!
"Where am I?"
"In the Universal Village."
"Who are you?"
"The Burgomaster."
"What am I doing here?"
"We need information. You must explain yourself."
"Explain myself? Why? What for?"
"You've been very naughty to the absolute degree. Writing about zombies that think and feel will not do, you know. It goes against the natural expectation and sense of every zombie fan, against the foundations of good, clean, commercial horror itself. It simply won't do, you know. You must cease being different and join us. Embrace us."
"You'll get nothing from me. I've got tenure."
"By hook or by crook, we will. Follow me please."
College professor Kim Paffenroth shrugged his shoulders. He'd been called on the carpet before, and by bigger critics than this Burgomaster. Compared to them this guy was simply a number two; another cog in the great horror machinery waiting to be greased quiet. He followed the Burgomaster through the village square, where someone with a feather in his hat was singing as people danced round and round.
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