When the Dream Where I Burned Someone Who Was Only-Probably-A-Zombie Alive is the Pleasant One of the Evening I Feel Like There’s Something Wrong

I am dead. Paul killed me. I know, you’re thinking, It happens. You’re fighting crime, you duck at the wrong moment… I should consider myself lucky. And it’s true. This was a relatively kind fate. Honestly. You don’t want to know what he’s done to other people we know when they’ve appeared on the page. […]