Probably the horror film that made the biggest impact on teenaged me was DAWN OF THE DEAD. The concept fascinated me, not just of the dead coming back to life, but the end of civilization with all the trappings of civilization still being there. Some of the first stories I wrote as a teen were of me and my friends hunkered down at our school or in a shuttered spook alley (sorry) or the barn near Steven's house, while the zombies took over the world outside.
I have written a couple since then, such as one set when I worked in a call center, one set in a Toys R Us, and this one, "Christmas Day of the Dead," set in a sporting goods store.* It's another of those tales where the POV character is a girl, which pretty much guarantees I'll never narrate it for my podcast, but I did sit down and record it for inclusion in my first Christmas story collection.
If you're inexplicably interested, check it out HERE.
*It's the one with the name that best describes the drivers of Cybertrucks, though I never spell it out in the story.
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