Contents

 

Prologue

WHAT YOU HOLD in your hands is a zombie memoir,…

Chapter One

BRAINS. AFTER I was resurrected, my first thought was, Brains.

Chapter Two

OH, THE HUNGER. So hungry. Waking up, my body was…

Chapter Three

I HAVEN’T SHAT since my transformation. The phenomenology of feces.

Chapter Four

THE TRUCK STOPPED at a TA Travel Center in the…

Chapter Five

WE REDUCED LOVER to his essence, a pile of bones…

Chapter Six

THE CORPSE CATCHERS came and the corpse catchers caught us.

Chapter Seven

SUDDENLY AND LIKE that, the world was different. Reality shifted…

Chapter Eight

THE CAGE REMAINED motionless for days. I didn’t try to…

Chapter Nine

JUST A FEW short hours after my conversation with Joan,…

Chapter Ten

AT A REST stop near DeKalb, we spotted two young…

Chapter Eleven

MY FATHER NEVER took me hunting. Dad and I read…

Chapter Twelve

AS WE NEARED the chain-saw sculpture garden, we heard an…

Chapter Thirteen

MY FEAR: WHAT if Isaac doesn’t grow?

Chapter Fourteen

PICTURE AN AERIAL view, white everywhere, as thick as television…

Chapter Fifteen

OURS WERE THE only footprints on the snow-covered asphalt, and…

Chapter Sixteen

BRAINS! BRAINS, I tell you. We needed a thalamus for…

Chapter Seventeen

WE DROVE NORTH on 41, following the shoreline, running away.

Chapter Eighteen

THEY BOMBED ALL night: firebombs, cluster bombs, smart bombs, cherry…

Chapter Nineteen

WE FLOATED AND swam like mermaids. I slipped in and…

Chapter Twenty

DAYS PASSED, WEEKS, a month, who knows? Water is timeless…

Chapter Twenty-One

THE WATER WAS all kinds of blue, the blue of…

Chapter Twenty-Two

THE STARS LIT the sky like so many dynamos. The…

Epilogue

ANNIE AND I—our bellies full for the time being, content,…