"Okay, so why are you all zombie-ish?" I asked Red. "Like, why aren't you dead?"
We had escaped my house, and in a creepy, zombie way, Red had reattached all of her limbs. We sat in a junky alley in the part of town where most people like us - werewolves, zombies, vampires, and extraterrestrials - hung out.
Yes, there's more of us.
There were a series of alleyways, one branching off the road on every block. There was one for every type of creature, and we had marked our area by spray painting our letter on the walls. W was werewolves, Z was zombies, V was vampires, and E was extraterrestrials. But I guess you figured that out. There was one alleyway that was a free peace alley - the one where we sat in right now - marked with a drawing of a W, Z, V, and E morphed together.
Red thought for a moment. "I don't know," she gurgled. "One second I'm dead, the next I'm bursting out of my coffin gasping for air."
"Well, I have no idea what makes a corpse a zombie. I think we might to have to go to the Dark Library for some research."
"The Dark Library? Sorry, I'm new to this creature stuff."
"Follow me," I got up and headed deeper into the junky part of town.