This story came to be during one of my regular Tim Horton runs. I was walking and a song by former Horror Punk Band Left For Dead came on called The Dead Are Coming For Me. I thought it would be cool to do another Zombie Horror story. So here is the result. I am very happy with the ending despite it being an open one. Hope you all like it.
The Dead Are Coming For Me By P.C. Snider
Tim Baker loads up his Double-Barrel shotgun. He knows he is going to be needing it very soon. He takes a sip of his French Vanilla Cappuccino he made himself in his apartment’s kitchen.
He has no idea where they all came from... the walking corpses. More like shambling you could probably say, or even better the stumbling corpses might be more accurate.
He takes a look outside his balcony door, so far he doesn’t see any wandering about.
He sees the donut shop just around the corner. The craving for one is sitting in.
Especially a double-chocolate one. Those are his favorites.
He also sees the short tunnel he has to walk through to get there. He has always been afraid of the tunnel. Don’t know what’s going to happen.
Once he had a homeless guy came after him. He had been after his cell phone. He quickly put it in his pocket so the homeless guy wouldn’t see it, almost like he never had one on him, nothing had happened.
Man I sure could go for a double-chocolate donut. He thinks to himself.
I can make it there. He thought.
I can make it!
Those donuts are as good as mine.
Here we go!
He opens the apartment door, and runs outside. Gun in hand. (Just in case).
Thankfully, no-one in sight for the need of the shotgun. Homeless, or dead people walking.
“Here I come donuts!” He yells.
He doesn’t even hesitate at the tunnel this time, just runs though gun in hand.
He finally reaches the donut shop.
So far the close is clear.
Just as he decides to open the front door to the shop.
A walking corpse sneaked up behind him from around the corner.
He screamed. Not like a man, but like a girl.
It would have been funny for anyone who would’ve witnessed it, and very embarrassing for Tim. Thankfully no other human was around.
He blasted the corpse with the shotgun. Close range to the head.
Tim managed to stay clear of any blood splatter.
He opened the door to the donut shop.
Luckily no other corpses were seen.
Most likely the donuts are probably stale by now anyway. He thought to himself.
He ran behind the counter to see what was left.
There were no double-chocolate donuts to be found. “Dang it!” He yelled as he kicked the booth filled with donuts.
He ended up grabbing six of the old fashioned plain, and six more of the honey ones.
“I’ll have to settle for this.” He muttered to himself. He took a bite out of one of the honey ones. Still not stale yet.
He grabbed an empty container to put the donuts in since he has to carry the shotgun back as well. He used his left arm to carry the donuts, the right arm for the shotgun. Since his dominant and stronger arm was his right.
He hesitantly opens the front door again, peers outside, no one to be seen, human, or walking dead people.
As Tim opened the front door, his mind had decided to give him kind of a flashback episode.
He has no idea—why people are coming back to life, and attacking other people. It just randomly happened. Kinda like the Movie Night of The Living Dead.
He couldn’t believe it when he saw the first one.
The dead guy was dressed like a homeless person, his face all mangled into different pieces of skin flaking off, also looked like someone, or something had bit it’s right ear off.
The dead guy’s right arm was broken in two places. Just dangling.
Tim didn’t have any weapons on him to defend himself.
So he just took off running, he knew the dead guy wouldn’t have been able to catch him.
So off he went to his apartment.
As he came back to the present moment, he realized he wasn’t at his apartment but still at the donut shop.
So he decided to go back.
This time he froze at the tunnel, looking in. It was dark, weird, strange writings on the walls with spray paint. Graffiti.
Not sure why he was so hesitant this time, perhaps because he was excited the first time, as he really wanted the donuts. Now he has the donuts, the excitement has worn off, now fear has consumed him again. Just like it had the first time going through the tunnel with the homeless man attacking him for a dumb cell phone.
Just breathe. He thought. You can do it. You went through it before, you can do it again. Don’t over think it. “Here we go.” He said softly.
He walked through slowly. Almost zombie-like himself.
He managed to reach his third floor apartment with no problems.
See. Not a problem. Not a problem at all.
He takes a bite of one of his donuts.
He sighs.
“Sure wish it was a double-chocolate one.”
The End.
Copyright 12/29/2025
