Zombo the Zombie



Before we get to Zombo, a quick word about myself. I'm 27 years old and have been infatuated with horror movies, monster movies, whatever you want to call them since the tender age of 5. I grew up in the Sandusky, Ohio area and gorged myself on double doses of "Thriller Double Feature" which came out of Detroit. "Thriller" served up hearty helpings of Hammer horror and rare stuff like "Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things". This started a lifetime obsession with all things pertaining to monsters/horror films, etc. Years later I have decided to enter full fledged geekdom, allowing my obssesive compulsive disorder to take over and put up a site of my own horror film reviews. However, enough about me....onward to Zombo.

Ah, Zombo. What better friend can a guy ask for than a dead and rotting zombie? This page will entail all of Zombo's past and future antics. Zombo's been with the Apocalypse for almost three years now, and we're a better web site with him on board. Thanks for everything buddy.


Rabid Ryan Meets Zombo The Zombie

It never fails. Whenever Zombo and myself attend a party, three things happen. One, Zombo gets all the damn chicks. I don't know if it's the natural "undead" phermones he emits, his zombie charm, or what...but the guy gets the ladies. Second, he always gets way to drunk and pulls the classic "I have a lampshade on my head, WHOOO-HOO bit". Now if I did that, I'd be an idiot. Not Zombo...he's the frigging "life of the party". Everyone just points and laughs while exclaiming, "that Zombo...what a guy!!" No one ever seems to notice that his jaw is falling off his face and his complexion rivals that of ground up hamburger. Can you tell I'm somewhat jealous here? Anyway, the third thing is that everyone always asks how myself and Zombo came to the partnership that we have here at the Apocalypse. I've finally decided to tell of that fateful night so everyone can now learn about the time Zombo and I joined forces to spread the gospel of the horror film. One last note: The following was part of a previous press release sent out to inform the horror community that after a lengthy period of inactivity from myself, the "Horror Apocalypse" was still alive and kicking, as well as a way to introduce Zombo to the masses.


Horror Apocalypse Press Release From 7-6-02: Rabid Ryan has been off the scene for awhile, engaged in a heated battle with the scourge of the planet, enemy to all who want to have a good time...the dastardly "moral majority". Those bastards tracked me down to Apocalypse Headquarters where I sat enjoying a cold Coors and my bootleg of "Dr. Butcher M.D.", not knowing an evil presence was lurking on the premises. Somehow getting past the alarms and guard dogs, and taking full advantage of my drunken stupor, I was apprehended and tried before a bogus court, which judged me guilty of "mass crimes against society". Branded a social deviant, I was then dragged to the gallows, hung, and buried in a shallow grave somewhere outside of Cleveland. I would have surely stayed there amidst the worms and dirt, rotting away while Apocalypse Headquarters fell to the wayside if it was not for a very special, um, person. While those uppity bastards were digging my "grave", a sympathizer to the Apocalypse cause lay quiet as a corpse, observing things from afar. This individual waited till the angry mob left, and then performed a black magic ritual over my grave, allowing me to rise from the dead and thus greet my savior. Immediately shaking his hand, I thanked him and offered to buy him a beer...which he eagerly accepted. After many beers we left, heading back to Apocalypse Headquarters to watch Lucio Fulci's classic "Zombie", upon the insistence of my friend. He apparently had a small role in the film and filled me in on all sorts of behind the scenes gossip. Seeing that my newfound friend shared my enthusiasm for trashy horror films, and even starred in one of them, I realized then and there that I must make this guy my partner in crime. So, with no further ado, please welcome ladies and gentlemen, the newest member to the Apocalypse Army, my friend and savior, the witty and very handsome...Zombo the Zombie!!


Zombo Get's A Job

Not to long ago, utter disaster struck here at Horror Apocalypse World Headquarters. During a screening of Umberto Lenzi's classic "City of the Walking Dead", just as the zombies are about to attack those jazzercise chicks doing their disco number...the damn power went out! My first thought was one of pure and utter panic. Perhaps those high and mighty church groups had finally found the secret location of the Apocalypse, and were prepared to burn both Zombo and myself at the stake? Or mayhap my archenemies from the dreaded "moral majority" had gotten wind of my resurrection from last year and finally tracked me down yet again? But no, I found out that it was something even worse...the damn electric bill was never paid! Now, having been recently laid off from my highly esteemed janitorial position, the finances of The Apocalypse have been under some recent stress and strain. You have no idea what it costs to supply power to this vast empire Zombo and myself call home. After some thinking, I found the answer to the problem. Sure, I could go and get another job, but I'm more needed here at the Apocalypse to watch and review various films for all you freaks. No, the answer I was seeking was sitting right across the room from me. "Zombo" I said, "I think it's time for you to get a job". A look of utter shock and horror crossed over my undead friends face, and I soon realized he was not going to enter the workforce willingly. "Look" I said, "it will only be for a short time, just until I find another high paying janitor job, then you can go back to being unemployed and such". Of course, I had no intention of going back to work, but Zombo was apparently clueless to my little scheme. So, rather reluctantly my undead friend started scanning the help wanted ads, and the results are what you see below.

Zombo's first venture into the workplace takes place at a machine shop. Zombo's a blue-collar kind of guy, and this job fits him perfectly. The man brings his lunchpal, punches in, and gets right to work. He also is working the "graveyard shift"...you expected a zombie to work 9 to 5 maybe? Sure it takes time away from his usual nightime habit of walks in the local graveyard, but I got bills to pay dammit!







Vacation 2003

Since summer is upon us, I decided it was high time for myself and Zombo to take a vacation. What with Zombo stressed from his new job, and my brain basically fried from way to many bad flicks, a little getaway was way overdo. Planning our weekend retreat, I knew Zombo and myself needed to go someplace special, a place that offered both wild, drunken parties while at the same time offering some piece of mind. After talking with our travel agent and looking at all the various places to go, none had the certain appeal that I was looking for. Miami Beach? Nah. Cancun, Mexico? Nope. Then one day, while flipping through the travel brochure, Zombo found the perfect spot. Eager to see what had my rotting buddy so excited, I grabbed the paper to take a look for myself. "Alien Orthodox Cottages Presents Beer Season" proclaimed the ad. "Come and enjoy wild, drunken parties (wow, just like I wanted!) in our state of the art Beach Houses, and if things get to rowdy, treat yourself to our gorgeous sandy beaches for the rest and relaxation you deserve". With a tagline like that, how could we resist? The pics below are some reminders we have of our summer vacation. Special thanks need to go out to owner and proprietor Dave Serfozo for tending to our each and every need. Thanks Dave...and we'll see you next year! For those interested in rooms and reservations, check out Dave's site here.






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