Ultra Woman: The Tell-All Autobiography of the World's Most Popular Superheroine
an excerpt

CHAPTER

The zombies shambled towards us. The sight of them terrified me, but it was the scent that was most overpowering. You never really find that mentioned often, do you? In the horror movies, people are always running from zombies as the walking corpses try to eat their brains, but they never seem to complain about the horrid stench of rotting flesh.

My friends and I ran as fast as we could, but it was dark and everyone was in costume. Of course we were, it was Halloween. We didn't expect real zombies, I can tell you that. That sort of thing only happened in the big cites like New York, Boston, or Los Angeles. Foxborough may have been a good size town, and it's a heck of a lot bigger these days, but zombie invasions just didn't occur around there.

So we ran, screaming and terrified like the little kids we were. We ran in the dark, in the rain, with the wind whipping around us and the grunting, groaning corpses following after us.

Even now I don't know how many zombies were actually coming after us. I think it was maybe three or four, but it could have just been one. It wouldn't have mattered, we still would have been terrified.

Somehow we ended up in an alley. A dead end. How appropriate, right? Trisha, Jennifer and I, all huddling with one another in our witch costumes, screaming and crying and praying. One of the zombies reached out and touched my shoulder. It's torn, maggot infused flesh brush against my bare skin and while I don't remember it exactly, I knew I'd wet myself.

The zombie's mouth gaped open, and the horrible, rancid breath hit me and I felt the nausea rise up in my throat.

I knew I was going to die.

And then there he was.

I'd seen him on the news and in newspapers and magazine, but I'd never seen him in the flesh. Nothing could do him justice other than seeing him in person.

The Olympian.