Snack Cake Zombie — a thriller

Chris Lowry
3 min readNov 3, 2023

Snack Cake Zombie

The world had transformed into a grim, post-apocalyptic wasteland. The once bustling cities were now crumbling ruins, and the streets were deserted, except for the eerie moans of the undead. I had been on the run for what felt like an eternity, scavenging for supplies to survive in this forsaken world.

One sweltering day, as the relentless sun blazed overhead, I stumbled upon an old gas station. It stood like a relic from the past, its faded sign creaking in the wind. It was in the middle of nowhere, miles away from any signs of life. My footsteps echoed on the broken asphalt as I cautiously approached the gas station. The fuel pumps were long dry, and the store’s windows were shattered, but I couldn’t resist the temptation to search for anything that might keep me going.

I pushed open the rusty door and entered the dimly lit store. Shelves had been ransacked, and debris was scattered across the floor. My heart sank as I thought I might find nothing of value, but then, there it was, tucked away in a dusty corner. A single, miraculously intact snack cake, nestled among forgotten cans and decayed wrappers.

The snack cake, with its vibrant packaging, seemed like a relic of the past, a symbol of a world that once existed. I carefully picked it up, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nostalgia. The cake was soft to the touch, and the wrapper crinkled as I held it in my trembling hands.

I found a solitary chair by a deteriorating table in the corner of the store. As I sat down, I unwrapped the snack cake with trembling hands, revealing its chocolatey goodness. The sweet aroma filled the air, an almost forgotten memory of indulgence in a world now dominated by survival.

Taking a bite, I closed my eyes, savoring the taste that transported me to better times. The moist cake and creamy filling were a burst of sweetness in my mouth, a stark contrast to the bitter reality outside. I couldn’t help but smile as I savored each delicious morsel.

For a moment, the world outside faded away, and I was transported back to a time when life was simple and the future was uncertain for entirely different reasons. In that small, dusty corner of a long-abandoned gas station, I found a morsel of comfort in the midst of…



Chris Lowry

Author at Runner writing books both fiction and non fiction, crypto investor, real estate and urban renewal.