Night of the Living Doughnuts
Sometimes I feel guilty for eating people. It’s like I can’t stop myself, especially the more…meaty ones. I’m hungry all the time so what else am I suppose to do? This is how the world is now. Before the apocalypse, people use to eat my kind. They’d enjoy us with a nice cold glass of milk. They even had factories producing more and more of us every day. We were simply tasty treats to them until the nuclear explosion. It destroyed everything, except we became stronger. We grew legs and arms. We grew teeth, well really they were fangs. Sometimes it seems we are eating people out of hunger but sometimes I truly believe it’s for revenge. The names Krispy and I’ll show you what life is really like as a living doughnut.
I was finally able to rip of the little boys legs with my fangs. I felt guilty but there was no one around. The ripping sound of his tendons made me want to stop but I kept going. Eventually all was quiet and I knew the boy had died from blood loss. I looked at what I had done. “Carl! Carl!” I stopped moving. I hadn’t realized someone else was in this abandoned factory. People would be crazy to come in the abandoned doughnut factory, this was where we all reconvened at night since the first nights of the change but the boy had wandered in. I thought he was alone, so I just ate him, clearly he wasn’t. I quickly stood up on my two inch legs that could barley hold my body and hid around the corner. “CARL! CAR- Oh my God. What have they done to you!?” The man began to sob uncontrollably. He was wearing a sheriff’s uniform with the nametag of Rick on it. My stomach growled reminding me of what I had done to poor Carl. Rick must have been Carl’s father. Why did I care about these humans so? After the change doughnuts could communicate to each other. Fellow doughnuts told me horror stories about the humans. Sprinkles was her name. She was only half a doughnut since she was being eaten while the nuclear explosion happened. She was one of the first doughnuts I had spoken with after the change happened. She hated the humans since they had eaten her family a few minutes before they almost ate her. She said that humans used to dip us in milk which would melt our skin. They tortured us for hours before they ate us, dipping us over and over again. Sprinkles stood up and began shooting colored sprinkles everywhere; she was doing this out of frustration. The sprinkles were like bullets to humans and this was what Sprinkles considered to be her gift after the explosion. Red, blue, and green sprinkles would fly off her skin as soon as she saw a human. “Now I get to sedate and torture them” she’d say. For someone so sweet she was quite bitter (pun intended). However, it wasn’t just Sprinkles who had this power, it was all sprinkled doughnuts and not just sprinkled doughnuts, each doughnut has its own ‘gift’. Now human kind had become doughnut’s midnight snack. “FUCKING BASTARDS!!!” Rick’s screams immediately snapped me out of my thoughts. Should I eat him? I thought to myself. Before I could make a decision the grieving man started coughing. Oh no, I thought to myself. Even though I was a doughnut the smell even made me nauseous. Rick’s gun began to go off and the abandoned factory began to get cloudy. It was a powered doughnut coming to get Rick and by the smell of it I knew which powdered doughnut it was. It was “The Kreme Killer”.
I had never been in contact with The Kreme Killer but I had heard rumors of him from other doughnuts. I slid out of the back door of the abandoned factory not wanting this fight. The powdered doughnut let off a toxic white powdered substance that instantly killed humans. It was detectable to other doughnuts because of its smell. Although it doesn’t hurt us, I’d don’t like the smell. I almost felt bad for this Rick guy. He had no clue what he was getting himself into. No gun would stop us or even knife. Doughnuts made sure that humans would never find out what our ultimate weakness was. It was so simple but humans were too unintelligent and aggressive to figure it out. No, they keep using their guns and machetes to try and stop us. I grew tired of living in a world like this.
I decided to rest by some trees. Living, if that’s what you call it, in a world like this, learning not to care about anything was hard. I was just…different from all the other doughnuts.“Krispy wait up!” I knew who was calling me but I didn’t feel like talking. I only really communicated with one other doughnut on a friendly level although I considered him quite annoying. I called him Chocó for short. He was one of the few chocolate doughnuts I had met that actually liked to talk. Most of the chocolate doughnuts had little to say because they were always eating humans. Why do I hear a baby crying? Krispy thought to himself. He turned around and his dough felt like it had dropped to his stomach. In Chocó’s hand was a newborn baby. The baby had blood on it but it didn’t look like the baby’s own blood.
“What’s that you got there? I asked nervously.”
“Well what do you think? I killed its parents and saved dessert for last. I’d thought I’d share it with mah’ bestest pal” replied Chocó.
“No thanks, I already ate…I’m not hungry...And neither are you, you’re just being greedy” said Krispy.
“Fine more for me.”
“WAIT” said Krispy.
“What?!” replied Chocó.
“Ummm you sure you don’t want to save him…I mean for later. Give him…I mean IT... to me for later. I...I...may get hungry later.” I was hoping that Chocó couldn’t see that I was trying to stall.
Alright…You feelin’ okay? You been actin’ weird late-
But before Choco could even finish his sentence and hand me the newborn the backdoors to the factory burst open. It was Rick. Somehow he managed to escape the Kreme Killer. I don’t know how but he had doughnut remains on him. I watched Chocó out of the corner of my eye put the baby down in the nearby grass. “Well who’s this we-“Before Chocó could make any remark Rick pulled out two bottles of ice cold milk. He flung one bottle onto Chocó without hesitation. Chocó’s beautiful chocolate skin began to melt. As he melted all you could hear were the awful gurgling and crackling sounds of his skin breaking in halves piece by piece. I was stunned by shock all that was left was Chocó’s remains on the ground, brown crumbles slowly melting into the grass as if Chocó never existed. Rick then turned his anger on to me.
“I know it was you”, said Rick. “You killed mah’ boy.”
“Your human, how can you tell which one of us killed your boy.”
“Because, as you we’re finishing off my boy your glazed rubbed off on his skin you sick basterd.”
“And so I did, before I die, how did you find out about the milk?”
Rick stood there for a long time not sure if he should answer Krispy. Then he decided he would. Rick began to tell Krispy what happened.
“The man-sized doughnut was getting closer and closer to me and I had no other weapon. So I did the only thing I could think of. I screamed, ran up to the giant donut, and took a huge bite out of it. I didn’t care if its poison killed me. All I was thinking about was revenge for my son. The doughnut let out a bloodcurdling scream and I stumbled backwards. He was approaching me slowly when his foot began to melt and he let out another scream. It looked like he had stepped in a puddle of spilled milk. So I got up and ran around the abandoned factory until I found milk stored carefully in the back. I grabbed as many as I could. I took care of that powered monster and now I’m here. How long did you guys think you could keep this a secret? You think trying to find all the milk in the world and storing it in the back of your factory would have worked for long? Accidents happen and humans aren’t as stupid as you think” said Rick. Rick had had enough talking for one day. I want revenge for my son but before he could even throw the milk Krispy was two steps ahead of him. He rushed Rick and knocked him onto the ground. Krispy grabbed the milk out of Rick’s hand. Rick looked stunned as he fell to the ground. He adjusted himself to look up at Krispy but Kripsy did something unexpected. “I’m sorry for your Son”. Krispy opened the top of the milk jar and poured it over himself. Rick couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Krispy began crumbling slowly to the ground. Rick stood up and-
“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa Harry, What is this? The original ending had Rick killing Krispy not Krispy killing himself.”
“I know Tom, but Krispy killing himself was more experimental. Imagine a zombie actually feeling sorry for its victim. Now imagine a doughnut zombie feeling so guilty he kills himself in the end. It’s like a dark tragedy.”
“Harry I don’t know about this. This is your second revision of this story and I’m still not feeling it. There are some plot holes and some of it needs tweaking.”
“Alright fine Tom, I’ll change the ending to Krispy killing Rick but only if after killing Rick, Krispy then kills himself.”
“You got yourself a deal”
“Think it’ll be a bestseller?”
“I don’t know Harry, the zombie thing is really in right now and everyone loves doughnuts…we’ll just have to see.”
