Welcome to the world of Stuffed Haven, where plushies are more than just toys—they’re warriors, protectors, and survivors. In a post-apocalyptic world overrun by zombies, KoonKoon, Momo, and their brave band of stuffed animals have one mission: to protect the little ones and keep hope alive. But when whispers of a traitor within their sanctuary emerge, their fragile safety is shattered. Who can they trust? And who is the mysterious ‘Him’ pulling the strings from the shadows?

Join KoonKoon and his friends as they face dangers far greater than their stitched seams and button eyes were ever meant to handle. Adventure, mystery, and heart await in a story that will change the way you see stuffed animals forever.

Previously on KLC’s The Fluffy Dead:

Please Sir, May I have a Spy (Post 7)

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They had her this time.  She ran as fast as her little legs would carry her.  Her tiny heart beating furiously in her chest.  The zombies were right on her tail and she knew she wouldn’t be able to get away this time.  She despaired, thinking of all the friends she was leaving behind.  She looked over her shoulder and the marred, disfigured face turned into one she recognized for an instant.  Then she tripped and they were upon her.

 “Ducky… Ducky wake up”

Ducky awoke with a heart pounding jolt.  The room was spinning and as it came back into focus; she saw that KoonKoon was sitting beside her.  A dream, she thought.  Was it really just a dream?  It had seemed so real.  Wasn’t that sort of thing just something writers did when they couldn’t figure out how to start a story?  She laughed weakly to herself, still shaken.

“Are you okay Ducky”?  KoonKoon asked concernedly.  She didn’t look fine, he thought.

“I am fine, thank you KoonKoon.  Just a bad dream, she said with more confidence than she felt.

“I can’t blame you, I feel like I barely slept.  I wish I could go with you.  I don’t want you to have to go alone“, KoonKoon said crestfallen.

“She won’t have to”, said a voice from behind them.  They turned around to see Momo in the doorframe.  “I am going with her”, Momo said nonchalantly.  “It’s dangerous to go alone, take me”, Momo said, knowing they would all get the reference.

“Did you clear it with your father and our new friend”? KoonKoon asked.

“They did”, came Ron’s voice as he entered the room.  A much drier ChipChip was next to him, nodding his assent.

“Well okay then, we’re set”, Ducky replied.

“Paws in on one… two… -“, Momo started and stopped at the look from Ducky.  “Oh and wings in”, he said, returning Ducky’s smile.  “Three, let’s do this”! Momo said determinedly.

They said their goodbyes and by the end of it all three animals felt they couldn’t move their paws.  Between the many hugs (some repeated) and the plethora of supplies they were holding, they were quite exhausted.  It seemed the mysterious ChipChip was not used to receiving hugs, as he seemed a bit flummoxed at first.  Almost like he didn’t know what was happening to him.  They set off down the driveway laden with treats, trying not to think too much about the mission ahead of them. 

 “How much longer do you think we have left”? Momo asked ChipChip.

“Shouldn’t be much longer, we’re nearly there”, ChipChip replied.

Ducky was glad for Momo’s company.  They had been driving in the hot sun, for what seemed like hours.  It didn’t help that the little ATV they took moved at a slower pace, if only their paws could reach the controls in a human car.  Their new friend did not talk much, even when they tried.  He had briefly explained that before entering the new camp, they would be meeting the leaders of the rebellious group.  There they would discuss her and Momo’s covers and objectives.  That was all they had heard from him.  He just kept his eyes fixed on the desolate road ahead of them.

Momo looked over at Ducky, as if he could sense what she was thinking.  He was nervous.  This sort of thing was new to them both.  With a quivering sigh, he looked out at their bleak surroundings as the furry little mystery drove them forward. 

“We are about two minutes out now.  Wait for me to go in first, then I’ll-“, ChipChip cut off as a barely discernible groan sounded from somewhere ahead of them.  A few hundred yards out were two zombies headed in their direction.

Ducky and Momo knew that the zombies couldn’t have heard the car as it was too quiet at that distance and their stuffed animal scent was too faint.  They tensed as ChipChip began to make a chirping sound.  They both looked at each other and nodded in accord.  They cupped their paws and followed suit, knowing they needed to throw the sound to lead them away from their destination.

“Oi, are you two trying to get us eaten?” ChipChip whispered harshly after seeing the two hopping and stomping around, honking like geese.

“Sorry, we use bells at Stuffed Haven.  We thought…”, Momo trailed as he heard a similar call up ahead and somewhere to the right.  The zombies started to move towards the other noise.  After a few minutes, it seemed safe to proceed.

ChipChip motioned to the car and they resumed their drive.  He veered off the road to the right, into a copse of trees.  He held a paw up in a silencing gesture when Momo started to ask a question.  “Wait here”, he said.  He got out of the car and made another birdcall, lower in pitch this time.  A few seconds later, a rope ladder dropped.  He motioned for them to follow him and then he began to climb.