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Earth Day
Before the outbreak, we used to run around with trash bags. We used to try to make the earth prettier. It made us feel good about ourselves, or at least good enough to go back to driving our SUV’s guilt-free. This year it was a completley different story. Instead of picking up plastic bags, I…
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Cleaning Service
I vividly remember a classmate slapping a twenty bill face up on the middle desk of my 12th grade English class declaring the world would fall into disrepair, for some reason or another. There really was no way in predicting it, a notion maybe but no real psychic ability behind this one whatsoever. It may…
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Fear and Loathing in Zyracuse
It was official. We were definitely in the ass end of nowhere which, contrary to popular belief, is the best part of nowhere. I had been collecting mushrooms off piles of cow shit for the better part of the day, while my attorney slept in the car and was now cruising down the Thruway dodging…
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In Pace Resquiscat
I found this notebook at the bottom of my bag this morning. I was looking for my last can of tuna. There’s not much in here, a to do list from a few months ago: groceries, gas, dentist appointment. I wish I had used the space for another can of beans. I think I’ll try…
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Hitman
Whenever anyone asked Jake Rogers about his life before the invasion, he always responded the same way. “I was a hitman.” No one really believed him, but they would play along and listen to his stories anyway. Everyone assumed that Jake had a normal job in his past life and that he created his stories…
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World Weary Still of Observation
The black is oppressive once Brooks cuts the power for the night. No more fans whirring gently in the background or the grind of generators with worn-out carburetors to block out the moans that might be in your head…or might not be. Everyone get so frakking quiet that it makes you sick, and all you…
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Home for the Holidays
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Z-Cuse All the Zombies were frozen; they stood like statues. They say for Christmas, there’s no place like home, And with Zack frozen stiff, we’d be safe alone. The children were nestled back home in their beds, And dreamt Santa would bring them shiny new ZEDs And…
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Mouthwash
Do know the only thing that smells worse than undead? Untreated halitosis.Yes. I’m serious. All those people, crammed into Zyracuse Central like cattle — everyone scrambling to meet their chore quota, getting ready to cash in their ration tokens, or worse just sitting there, rocking back and forth muttering to themselves. A thousand “survivors” in…
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Welcome To Zyracuse
I should have gone with the others. We heard about the evacuation, but I didn’t go. We had plenty of notice. I had time to barricade the doors and windows. I had to protect my home. It wasn’t the ghouls that I was afraid were coming: I’ve seen the movies and figured I could stop…