The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and Zombie Jim [Paperback]

THERE WARN’T NO HOME LIKE A RAFT, AFTER ALL.

THE MONSTERS CAIN’T GET YOU THERE. NOT SO EASY.

Free at last! Huckleberry Finn and Bagger Jim, his dearest, deadest friend, have set sail on a great adventure once again, but this time rattlers, scammers, and robbers are the least of their worries. The pox is killing men and bringing them back meaner and hungrier than ever, and zombies all over are giving in to their urges to eat. Huck can’t be sure that friendship will keep him from getting eaten up too, but with a price on Jim’s head for the murder Huck staged of himself, they’ve got to rely on each other and the mighty Mississippi to make their great escape. . . .
CHAPTER I

The people used to own other people, an’ they had a word for those people. Really mean. I think the only thing I was ever taught that managed to stick with me was that the widow better never hear that word come out of my mouth. Eventually, I learned that lesson good cause o’ the whuppins I got when I tried it. Can’t say I ever uttered it again. I believe not. All my days. Like I say, it was the widow’s whuppin’ what did it.

Other than that, she was always very kind. Strict, but kind.

I remember the widow now, sure I do. An’ Miss Watson, too. An’ pretty much everyone else. And that’s sayin’ a big deal ’cause the world was full-up of people in those times.

You don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name ofThe Undead Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another, without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt Polly—Tom’s Aunt Polly, she is—and Mary, and the Widowl3.