A story about obsession and zombies. Cherry Vanilla, Part 6. Solo felt the zombie grab his left shoulder. He waited for the bite on his neck to happen. He was prepared to spend the rest of his life a zombie, wandering the streets looking for ice cream that was sugar free and brains. The hand squeezed his shoulder before patting him on the head.

A tale of a vampire and a were-squirrel. Franz walked into his bathroom, which was connected to his bedroom, and checked his hair. He knew that he had no reflection, but it was a force of habit. He ran his fingers through his slicked back blond hair and slapped his face, hoping to bring some color back into his lifeless pale skin. It was a quick drive back to his apartment. He parked and brought two of the squi.