Blue Zone Zyracuse

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  • Unforgiven

    John sprinted down the street of a once quiet suburban town. Now all hell was unleashing around him. He ran past a white station wagon that had been pinned between a red truck and a Pontiac Grand Prix. The two children in the back pressed themselves against the seat as hard as they could, just…

  • Nielsen’s Gift

    Battalion B, Squad 24 trudged back into the Zone after a long day of slaughter on a breezy, pleasantly cool Syracuse September day. “Good job out there today, Guys,” Billy said, looking down at his gore-coated shoes. “What’re you gonna do now?” asked Greg. “I dunno. Tom, you still have that bottle under your cot?”…

  • FNG

    The end of Winter was official. The entrance into spring was a bittersweet fact that stuck in the minds of everyone in the Zone. The first sunrise of spring would not cause a stir of emotions among the populous, only a select few took time out of their surviving time to notice the date. Even…

  • After Math

    Christopher Avery went about his usual morning routine. He gathered his bag and headed off to work. He was a math teacher at a high school in the western suburbs. Chris walked out the door to his basement apartment and headed up the stairs. As he was leaving the building, one of his neighbors, Mrs.…

  • 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…

  • Peace

    Father Joseph Tutombu was the only member of Corpse Corps who did not complain about doing disposal duty. The man never, ever stopped smiling. As a result, Chuck usually avoided him like the plague. There was something suspicious about a smiling priest, especially a foreign-born one. But today was special. Today was the anniversary of…

  • Survival

    Date: 8/13/20– Location: North Carolina, Camp Mackall Special Forces training base. Approx 25 Mi. SW of Ft. Bragg SITREP: Special Forces Survival Evasion Resistance and Escape Training “Where is the other team!? We can sit here and beat the shit outta you all damn day meaker, all you gotta do is spill your guts.” “Meaker,…

  • Post

    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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Click…

    The rain outside had begun to slow, an unfortunate lull in the storm passing over northern Florida. The sounds of the rain were slowly being replaced by the moaning of the dead outside the sergeant’s hotel room. The skinless fingers clawing at the door…. Why wont they stop? Why wont they leave? I haven’t uttered…