The Desert Peach is dead. He's been a dead postal delivery man, and now he's a dead prison guard. It's the middle of summer in the AfterReich, and it's so hot everybody's getting rid of their clothes. The harpy he was guarding was a publisher, and the books caused a lot of little children to act like Wild Indians.

For my lovely readers who have asked, Afterdead is not dead; I'm working on another story, but you know me - I do an entire story, JUST SO, and then post it as a webcomic. Because I'm never satisifed with my work, and go back and sometimes make cute changes later in the book. Although... maybe I should just WORK as a webcomics - Lord knows it might be more exciting, for me AND the reader.