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April 10, 2008
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They were all stunned, she was really gone. Mike sat slumped and glassy eyed. He was bleeding from a gash on his arm. The blood bubbled up from the wound and dribbled down his body in spurts. He did not bother to try to staunch the flow. Charlie raged and screamed and frothed. He paced…

April 10, 2008
Rethinking the Corps

I’m having second thoughts about Corpse Corps. As it currently stands, there are 320 members, 240 of whom are on patrol and 80 are on guard duty at any given time. They fall into four battalions, led by a lieutenant. They do not loot and are full-time soldiers, so they do not do any other…

April 9, 2008
Bliss

Michael O’Keefe rose out of bed and yawned. He walked over to the window and raised the blinds. The sunlight illuminated the grass as a light snow floated down to the earth. “What a beautiful day,” he said to no one in particular. Michael looked back at his wife, lying in bed. He smiled and…

April 7, 2008
Howto: Audio

This is an open-document explaining how to set up various programs to subscribe or listen to our audio podcasts.

April 6, 2008
Blue Zone Zyracuse 01: Mouthwash

“Mouthwash” by Tallon J. Larham Read by Tallon J. Larham Music by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Right-click to download.

April 4, 2008
Zack Don’t Surf

Date: May 25, 20– Time: 1737 hours Sit Rep: Small Special ops detachment sent in to recon and secure situation inside Baghdad. All other Mechanized, Airborne, and regular Infantry are to move outside of city, secure perimeter. Orders stand to eliminate ANY trying to escape city; Living or Dead. The rotor wash of a passing…

April 3, 2008
A Girl’s Got to Eat

Montoya cruised down Wolf Street in his red ’06 Mustang looking for a pro to finish off his evening at the clubs. He saw her just as he crossed 2nd North by Twilight Nights. She looked like she was a bit wasted, which was good. He had only a twenty left. He slowed down and…

April 2, 2008
The Day the Muzak Died

Patrick Reynolds hated his job. He worked behind the counter at a gas station on the West Side. Every day was the same as the day before. The same customers came in each day, buying the same newspaper and coffee. He suffered through the same loop of lite rock songs on the store’s stereo. He…

April 2, 2008
Stir Crazy

Buck crept through the dim bedrooms of his now sagging and decaying home. He placed each foot carefully, testing each step and spreading his weight heel to toe. He gripped the pump of his shotgun and dabbed the sweat from his nose before taking another step. He rested for a moment and listened to the…

April 2, 2008
11 Down

Tom Slater finally had some time to relax. He picked up an old Stars section from the Post Standard and folded it into crisp quarters. He had four minutes to enjoy the last New York Times crossword puzzle he would ever attempt. A kid from 76th Squad named Winger burst through the door. Winger had…

April 1, 2008