She run. Again and again she looked back, her pursuer could no longer be seen. It has been 3 years since the epidemic broke out and people were turned into the living dead. Merle leaned against a wall, panting. Breathing heavily, she looked in the direction from which she was coming. The heartbeat in her ears boomed loudly. Nothing moved. She relaxed a little, she cursed. While running, her gun had said goodbye and she had to leave her backpack in the shop she had searched for groceries. It was a big surprise when these damn zombies showed up. Merle looked around. She had no idea where she was. One look towards the sky, it was beginning to get dark. Another curse slipped from her lips. Merle was 1.60 tall, had shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes. She was slim and petite. She wore black Converse on her feet, holey jeans on her slim legs and a leather jacket against the cold over her black top.

Pushing off the wall, we continued down the alley. She wouldn't make it to her safe shelter. Slowly and as quietly as possible she went on, a shelter for the night had to be found. A little way down the alley she saw a dumpster, a window above it was ajar. Skilfully she climbed up the container, opened the window and looked inside. Except for a few dark shapes, she could see nothing. Blowing a whistle into the room, she waited to see if something moved in the dark room. When there was no movement in the room, Merle smiled. Finally some luck. She climbed into the room after her eyes got used to the dim light and looked around, a few old cardboard boxes, a moldy mattress and a rickety shelf were scattered around the room.

She was glad that she only had to stay here one night and not for longer. There was a door next to the shelf. She crept towards it, the room bordered on a hallway. After a few meters on the left there was a large double door. After a few quiet steps, Merle was at the door, it was locked. Down the hall to the right were two more rooms, in one of which she found another mattress that wasn't quite as dirty. The mattress was carefully pulled into the hallway. For one night she was better than the moldy one in the room earlier.

The other door led into a stairwell with an old rusty staircase that began to crumble when you looked at it and tested whether it would hold up. Merle didn't dare to.

She went into the room in which she had got in and pulled the mattress from the hallway into her improvised quarters. She tried to close the door to the room. In vain, it was so warped that it remained open. Sighing, Merle put the boxes in the hallway and door to hear if someone was walking through the hallway. A look out of the open window showed her that it was now almost dark. Her eyes were used to the darkness. Making herself comfortable on the mattress, as far as possible, she thought about how she should go back to the shop and her accommodation the next day. The moonlight shone through the open window while planning the way back. Merle yawned heartily and stretched. Turning on her side, she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. As she was dozing off, she heard a noise in the corridor. She sat up with a jerk, the noise was definitely not coming from the alley but from the stairwell. She swallowed, what options did she have? There! Another groan and creak from the old stairs. She thought for a moment and got up quietly, crept to the window and was about to pull herself out when she paused, startled. In the alley below, a huge group of the undead crept along. The entire alley was swarming with them.

The noises in the stairwell were getting louder now. If only the stupid stairs collapsed, but it didn't. Merle swallowed again, normal zombies so-called walkers couldn't open doors, that would be their last hope. There were still mutated undead the Docs and the chunks, the Doc's were long and thin and had a yellow pulsating ulcer on the head, their fingers were like tentacles that they could expand by about 2 meters. And they had something like intelligence. Killing the Docs wasn't that difficult, you just had to destroy the ulcer on their head, even if getting there wasn't always easy. The chunks were big, brutal, and could even razes entire buildings to the ground. They were loud and could hardly be killed by normal means.

A chunk was therefore out of the question. Hopefully a normal walker. She was still rooted to the room. Then she heard the door in the hallway to the stairwell open and the shuffling footsteps approaching.

Conicidence? Merle was sure she had closed the door. She ducked in the shadows in front of the in the window across from the door, hoping the undead would pass. When the steps were level with the door, she saw the monster, it was a doc. Tall, slim, and pale, his long arms and fingers hanging limply down his sides. He stopped right in front of the door. His red eyes scoured the room. The doc turned towards the door and shuffled into the room, groaning. Merle swallowed, waiting for a favorable moment, she sprinted past the Doc. He saw her and turned in her direction at lightning speed. Merle noticed the long fingers curling around her middle. One jerk and she was thrown onto the mattresses. Merle gasped loudly, the air draining from her lungs. She closed her eyes and looked for air. The shuffling footsteps came in their direction. The doc leaned over her and felt her body with his tentacle fingers. Merle hit him reflexively and opened his eyes, the Doc caught the hand and one of his long fingers wrapped around his wrist so that she could no longer move her hand freely. Another blow with the other hand produced the same effect. The attempts to kick away from him also failed, because the doc unceremoniously sat down on her thighs. Now, trapped in this position, freeing it by one's own hand was impossible. Tears of anger and despair filled her eyes, the tears blurred her field of vision and she assumed the undead was only blurred. She noticed how her fingers groped over and under the jacket. Clenched her teeth tightly, she writhed in her bonds. A sudden gasp on her part could be heard as the doc walked along her side with a little more pressure under her jacket. When the undead repeated the movement, Merle could not suppress a squeak, astonished he repeated the movement. He started moving his long fingers. Merle's eyes widened, an unwanted giggle escaped her lips and she began to pull her bonds and squirm. Their giggles increased. Something like a grin broke out on the doc's face.

Merle noticed how a second tentacle slipped under her jacket and began to explore her flat stomach, she shook her head and looked up at the monster in disbelief. One finger felt its way from below in the direction of her armpit. "No!", She said and tried to pull her arms up, which she couldn't, and he made his ticklish path. The other finger, which was still busy on her stomach, began to poke her side at short intervals, which made Merle laugh and giggle uncontrollably. Merle laughed out loud when the finger reached her exposed armpit and made gentle movements inside her, laughing she shook her head. When a third finger slowly ran under her jacket to then find its way under her top, all resistance to laughter fell away. The finger on her unprotected armpit and the one that was now making gentle movements on her stomach were too much. The whole time she was pulling on her trapped hands and kicking her legs wildly, which didn't impress the doc at all. Because of the tickling, she didn't notice how two more fingers opened her jacket. Through the open jacket, the undead now used all of his fingers to torture her upper body. The annoying top was unceremoniously torn by him. Now he devoted himself entirely to bare skin. Merle laughed even louder than before, in the meantime she would laugh completely silently. The attempt to stand up failed miserably. The doc was way too heavy. Merle couldn't believe it. She was often tickled. She was mega ticklish and her colleagues liked to take advantage of that, but she didn't know how long she would last. She just wanted it to stop quickly. It felt like forever and she noticed that her strength was weakening. Then the tickling became less until it subsided completely. She gasped. She looked breathlessly at the Doc with watery eyes. This looked like he was grinning. Merle looked, still out of breath and visibly irritated in the face of the Doc. He slid back a little and began to gently tickle her lower stomach with two fingers. Merle started giggling again and tried to pull in her stomach. She watched as the doc wriggled one of his fingers back past him. Panicked, she noticed how the tentacle bumped against her right foot. A grumble of satisfaction emanated from the undead. She suspected what he was up to and tried to kick her legs, but because of the changed position she hardly succeeded. "No, no please don't! I can't take it anymore!" She pleaded loudly, then she noticed how the finger slipped sideways into the shoe. Another tentacle began to do the same on the other foot. Merle giggled, it just tickled because, thank God, there wasn't much room in the shoes for the fingers. The doc quickly realized that it wasn't working the way he had apparently thought and turned his head backwards. The fingers slowly slipped out of the shoes again, only to slowly slip back into the shoe at heel level.

She quickly knew what he was up to: the fingers in her shoes were trying to push them off her feet. Desperate, she clawed her toes into the shoes, but it didn't help. A few moments later the shoes were on the floor. Merle shook her head again and pulled hard on her cuffs, she noticed how the two long fingers began to carefully explore her socked feet. Her giggling was immediately followed by a small laugh. However, their attempt to free the feet from the ticklish exploration was unsuccessful. But unlike the upper body, the undead felt its way slowly and carefully over her sensitive feet.

The tentacles slid over and over again searchingly over the heel in the direction of the balls of their feet, finally stopping briefly under the toes and then turning back. Merle no longer understood the world. How can that be: Instead of being eaten, it is slowly tickled into madness.

One of the fingers slipped into her sock. She squealed loudly. The sock had offered her bare soles some protection, but it felt a lot worse on the bare skin. Her initial giggling turned into a concert of salmon volleys through the more intensive treatment of the soles of her bare feet. Sometimes she laughed out loud, while in other places she giggled like a little school girl.

Occasionally the finger would slide up her sole and snake between her toes. This action made Merle cry out loud and uncontrollably several times. Before she knew what was happening, both of her feet were freed from the socks and the fingers slowly slid over her bare feet like snakes. These twitched wildly to and fro by the tickling stimuli.

Merle's laughter grew louder by the minute, her body was not used to such long-term treatment and was now simply overstimulated. The tickling suddenly subsided and the Doc paused. Merle lay there giggling and limp. The shackles loosened and the doc stood up. The young woman could hardly move, tears of laughter had run down her face and her hair was tousled and her breath came in gusts. She saw how the doc shuffled to the window, only now did she hear the loud moans and scratches on the walls of hundreds of hands. Suddenly her exhaustion was wiped away and she realized what danger she was in. Trembling, she tried to sit up. She looked at the Doc who was now standing at the window and looked out, growling. Suddenly the undead let out a bloodcurdling scream. Merle recoiled on her mattress, startled. Dead silence, then she heard all the Walkers running away.

The doc stopped and watched the retreating pack, who slowly shuffled and disappeared into the night. Merle saw her chance turned on her stomach and tried to crawl quietly away. Get away from this monster quickly.

Her upper body had just slipped off the mattress when the doc turned to her. Panicked, she jumped up and wanted to go to the door. At a speed that would have been thought impossible, the doc was with her, grabbed her from behind with a growl and picked her up. Kicking, cursing, and writhing like a worm, she was carried back to the mattress. In contrast to the first time, he put it down gently, Merle took the opportunity and stepped in the direction of his head. The doc snarled and caught her foot and used his strength to turn her onto her stomach. Amid loud protests from her, he sat down on her again, now with his face at her feet. Slowly her leg was bent, she tried to counteract, but she didn't have the strength. What she didn't see was the Doc's mouth split open on the lower jaw. He brought his head closer and closer to her foot. His mouth was completely toothless, instead of teeth his mouth was equipped with numerous small, rough, tongue-like cords. These now made their way to the bare foot that was twitching in front of them. Completely unprepared, Merle gasped and then began to laugh out loud. The Doc's tongue pulled her toes apart to get into the spaces, the little strings flitting and snaking across her bare soles. She drummed her fists helplessly on the mattress in front of her. Another scream from her cut the air. The doc had bent her second leg unnoticed and was now also maltreating her second foot. That was too much. Merle, screaming and shaking with laughter, tried to escape the ordeal. A deafening bang and roar interrupted the procedure. The doc immediately released her and jumped up. Merle lay on her stomach, completely exhausted, trembling uncontrollably she tried to get up. Her tormentor had his back to her, his fingers twitching, he looked kind of nervous. Then another roar this time closer!

The doc turned and picked up the shoes and socks in one smooth motion. Merle was confused and couldn't get a clear thought together. "Geeehfaaahr!" The undead rattled. Merle's eyes widened and her mouth fell open without a word. Gently, almost lovingly, he picked her up. She still held her shoes and socks against her, perplexed, and looked at him in disbelief. The doc headed for the hall with quick steps. A bang, a roar and a chunk broke through the locked double door and stood less than five meters in front of the two in the hallway. The doc yelled too and ran into the stairwell. At a speed that the undead could not expect, he climbed the stairs to the fourth floor. As soon as they had entered the hallway on the fourth floor, they heard the roar of the Brocken and the groan of the ailing metal stairs. Lovingly and quickly he put Merle carefully on the floor, ran a finger carefully across her face and went back into the stairwell, he turned around once more and looked her straight in the eye, then jumped down into the commotion.


A loud roar that was shattering to the core could be heard, one heard fighting noises and a roar that suddenly broke off. At the same moment Merle felt a vibration in the floor until the stairwell collapsed with a loud creaking noise and rumble. She sat trembling against the wall. White as chalk, she slowly put her socks and shoes back on. With her knees shaking badly, she slowly stood up. The young woman dragged herself uncertainly towards the stairwell. Stunned, she paused in front of the hole. A look into the heap of rubble below her showed that the doc had rammed one of his fingers through the neck of the chunk like a spear into the brain, which had torn down the stairs with him. He had saved her life! But there was no trace of her rescuer, not even a corpse.

Merle slowly turned around and staggered, still a little confused and in shock, into the unknown hallway. The jacket closed with slightly trembling fingers. She went into the first room in the new hallway, a small office, and sat on the old chair and looked out the window. She couldn't believe what had happened. Even if he tortured her, she owed him her life.

Merle slowly calmed down again and realized that in retrospect and from her current perspective she had been really lucky and the tickling had pushed her to the limit, but it was better than dying. She remained seated for a while and recovered from the exertion, but soon afterwards she got up to inspect the floor. One room down was an overturned table and an old leatherette sofa. She went on. In the next room she saw her opportunity to escape from the building: the neighboring roof of the adjoining building was connected to this office. She couldn't help smiling. Now she just had to make it to the shelter unscathed. Optimistically, she went into the room with the sofa, checked whether the door could be closed, which was working properly. She closed the door and pushed the overturned table under the handle. Then she lay down on the sofa. As soon as she closed her eyes she fell asleep from exhaustion.


Outside, on the opposite roof, someone stood under the cover of the shadows. One hand held the other hand tightly, the index finger was missing and syrupy blood dripped onto the roof. Before the creature disappeared into the darkness, red eyes lit up in the light of the rising sun.