It’s true.  To catch solar rays and turn a different shade requires the production of melanin. Without cellular metabolism, a zombie’s complexion is perpetually pasty.

Featuring “Zombies Don’t Suntan,” by Chanté McCoy
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“In a small town, a spree killer is on the loose. Bodies litter the ground, while others, including a jazz-playing musician, are reported missing from their graves. Is there a connection? Officer Ruston is in pursuit, while struggling to hold down his lunch.”

But zombies like sun tanners.

Thus begins “Zombies Don’t Suntan,” a cheeky short horror story recently published in Dark Moon Digest #8.

The low down:

In a small town, a killer is on the loose. As the body count rises, Officer Ruston adjusts his view on reality to narrow down the list of perps, including a jazz-playing musician reported missing from his grave.

So, if you need your horror fix, check out the new Dark Moon Digest. The issue also features a novelette by this year’s Bram Stoker Award winner, Joe McKinney. Mine is the comic relief.