“Remember those defective wands that only summoned berserk firecats?”

His eyes open as pudgy, perfumed hands pat down sand.

He presses play, and the Moonlight Sonata begins.

It waddles to where I’m chained on the wall.

The captain nods. “Time to the target injury?”

“Just a coincidence.” “Perhaps.”

Everest’s peak dims in Himalayan dusk.

The zombie war didn’t leave me crazy, Kid.

“You sure we’re immune to zombie bites?”