From the Author
When trapped in an elevator together, Jeffrey and Darla learn that misery doesn’t always love company. With the screams of death and chaos echoing from outside, they find themselves slowly slipping into a world of fear and darkness they may never recover from. All the while, something is terrorizing the convention outside and turning the guests and celebrities into psychotic monsters.
D: Four posts in 1 day A? Shouldn’t you be writing?
A: This is writing.
D: I mean with words that will be added to my story.
A: Um, yeah about that. My brain died sometime in the night.
D: . . . You’re not going to try to eat mine, are you?
A: No, sorry – I’m not sure it would help.
D: Are you saying my brains aren’t good enough for you, A? Because I happen to know that my brain is of excellent quality.
A: First, not a zombie. Second, you’re a character, a figment of my imagination. No matter how real or annoying you seem, your brain does me no good as it is not real. But don’t worry, D. If I were a fictional zombie, I’m sure I’d find your brains quite tasty.
D: Gee A, I think that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.
A: I will never understand you.