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, with a detour to the liquor store and mortuary.
The zombie apocalypse has arrived. Three months in, Andrea posts her story from a basement in Salt Lake City, telling her tale of survival. She’s already lost her husband; she may have lost her son.
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.
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.