If you go to the Atlantic.com's Culture page right now, you'll see featured a story by BBLL author Darcy Courteau:

"Give me your hand," Chrissy says from behind her pickup's steering wheel. When we pause at a stoplight she pulls a bottle from her purse, opens it, and starts dabbing Band-Aid-colored liquid latex on me. She twists a wisp of tissue paper and lays it on the putrid-smelling latex, then dabs more over the paper. My newly rotting flesh will have to dry.

I've just flown in to my former home, New Orleans, and we're driving to Goodwill for zombie costumes, preferably comfortable stuff that we can dance in.