David S.E. Zapanta

Some necrophobes earn their own fates.

Take it from an old cadaver. Let go of the past.

As any avid reader knew, a good read deserved a good seat.

The sooner the rebirth, the prettier the corpse.

To think that she had read the same elegiac prose he now beheld with such quiet awe made his heart sing.

Even in death she was more beautiful to him than she ever was alive.

Can__ call __m zombies anymore,_ sighed Manny. He seemed almost wistful. __ow we gotta be all politically correct. It__ like the Cold Wars never happened.

He pinched the remaining chapters_ pages delicately between his fingers and sighed. He always hated reaching the end of a good book.

Immortality was overrated, as far as he was concerned. Hardy had enough problems as it was; living forever sounded like a death sentence for someone with his practical sensibilities.