Blue Zone Zyracuse

Month: December 2008

  • The Lessons That They Teach

    I use to think “Christmas spirit” was a joke. To me it was nonsense, bull. Nothing more than an excuse for corporate fat cats to get that much fatter. I suppose that changed when the dead rose. You should have seen it. Christmas morning came around and it was…Well, I suppose you’d call me a…

  • Merry Christmas Zyracuse

    Merry christmas everyone, and yes I am aware this was more of a forum post.

  • Door 13.

    “So, why are goods transported via car referred to as a ‘shipment,’ while goods sent by ship are called ‘cargo’?” asked a penetrating voice in the room’s silence. All was black in the room of makeshift confinement – perhaps even pitch black, if such a difference between “black” and “pitch black” could be determined. There…

  • Home for the Holidays – The animated adventure

    Merry Christmas! Home for the Holidays – featuring the Quinns

  • Come What May

    Shit, shit, shit! How the fuck could I do that?! I threw my rifle to the ground as I fell to my knees and burst into tears. My hands covered my face, so all you could see were the X’s on my hands. Flea stood behind me and kicked my ass. She told me “you…

  • Who They Were

    Tammy Mason, 47. She was a day-shift cashier at the Onondaga Boulevard Wegmans. She’d been married to her second husband Bob for nine years. She was employee of the month in April, 1997 and June, 2004. She enjoyed recreational bowling. She was worried that her daughter Janie, 17, was not going to go to college,…

  • In the name of God

    “You really think he is a bad man Father? The way I remember it, the Soldiers helped us during the panic.” “Trust me, I’ve met this man before, He is as evil as sin itself. I could never forget his face.” Two dark figures spoke quietly, the only light was that from an old light…

  • Zombie Horrorland

    Zombies moan, are you listening? In the streets, blood is glistening. A horrible sight, we’re frightened tonight. Walkin’ in a zombie horrorland. They came, by the hundred, here to stay, are the undead. They stumble along, moaning their song. Walkin’ in a zombie horrorland. In the airport we can build our Blue Zone, and pretend…