Blue Zone Zyracuse

She screamed. She grunted. She bit into the gag. For hours, they watched as she rocked back and forth, jumped into and out of the bath they prepared. She sweated. They mopped her brow. They waited. Finally it was over. In a burst of bloody gore, it ended. They all breathed a sigh of relief.…

The heat was incredible, burning Rhine’s face as if he had stuck his head inside an oven. The normal heat of the Afghan desert was complimented by the flames licking up from the burning Humvee. Through the flames, Rhine could see the corpse of one of his men burning in the passenger seat. The head…

The front cab of the M939A2 cargo truck smelled like the Army. It was a mixed smell of metal and  some type of oil or grease. It was comforting and took Lieutenant Rhine’s mind back to more pleasant times in his life; times when the term “Zombie” had only been  a stupid movie gimmick. The…

People used to rake leaves out to the curb into giant piles to get sucked up by giant vacuums attached to dumptrucks.. Kids would play in them and get killed by passing cars. It made me wonder what kind of idiot parent would let their kids play in the middle of the road and what…

I thought I saw a zombie today. Don’t worry though, it was only a false alarm. Sometimes when I get cooped up for too long, I think about things that are highly unlikely. Today was especially eccentric. You’d think being stuck in the middle of an uprising hoard of the undead would be a little…

Rhine watched the wind carry away the cigarette smoke as he stood atop the M1128 Stryker armored vehicle. Below the cliff top they occupied, the highway was clogged with cars and people slowly making their way forward. The only change of pace from the monotonous flow was when every couple minutes a vehicle that had…

The Marine Corp CH-53K Super Stallion banked low over the Arkansas River, dodging trees and telephone poles as the thirty members of Lt. Rhine’s platoon sat in the back holding on for dear life. Rhine pulled himself to his feet and made his way up to where the pilot and copilot were weaving the massive…

Lieutenant Rhine hated Syracuse. He hated everything about it; from the arrogant people he was sent here to protect to the winter cold that made bones ache down to the marrow. In hind sight he knew that he should never have agreed to lead this operation, but the deal they had offered was too good…

The residents of Tipperary Hill have a tradition of gathering underneath the green on top traffic light at midnight as St. Patrick’s Day begins. They would make their way to the corner of Tompkins and Burnet Park Drive to paint a shamrock in the intersection. The tradition had been going on for as long as…