Look, Hell is taking over Richmond, and soon, Virginia, not long after, the U.S., and from there, maybe the world. So, get over it. Larry is not fake. He's a demon, plain and simple, but maybe you can't comprehend it. I know I couldn't at first. That means no more people checking out books, no more Christmas, cute fluffy kittens, no more anything good and right for humankind. Just demons, Hell, and the end of life as we know it.

A vortex opened not far from here and downtown Richmond is turning gray and I don't mean Confederate gray either. Richmond's new address is now a part of the Hell dimension. The whole world is doomed

This library is for humans only. I mean, non-human things can't get a library card issued to them.

Damn you, girl, you're human. Why can't you have human buddies like the rest of us? It's just not natural. What's next? Group hugs with zombies?

With the apocalypse ended, Connor and I could have explored our connection further. Other couples had met under weird circumstances before. Okay, most people didn't have an apocalypse to start a relationship.

Just as I made a turn into my driveway, a gigantic quadrilateral of swirling neon colors—reds, purples, and hot pinks—appeared out of nowhere right smack in the middle of the street. It created a gale that blasted the neighborhood. Trees uprooted and flew into it, along with a couple of cars, a bicycle, and one yodeling cat.

He's seen Larry. This won't be good.

At age thirty-three my life was boring. Then the vortex opened.

Now it looked like I would become Purina monster chow for some demonic creature and the world would be destroyed. My life sucked. I'd give anything to have my boring old existence back.