Blue Zone Zyracuse

Author: K

  • Storytime?

    How about I tell you a story? There once was a man… He was just a man, not a great man, not an evil man, nor was he a good man. He was just a man, because most men are. It is hard to look at someone for who they really are. Many can see…

  • They Lived, Felt Dawn, Saw Sunset Glow

    In the field an old man toils. His back is bent and crooked. His hands are calloused and brown. His face is drawn and leathery. His body is broken but his arms are strong. He works among the grasses and the pale yellow flowers and the neat rows of bleached crosses. He raises a shovel…

  • So it’s the End of the World

    US Government Publication – Airborne Informational Leaflet (AIL) – 1A The US Government, through FEMA, has enacted a ten-step plan to combat this new and rapidly spreading threat. Step 1 is this rigorous airborne leaflet campaign designed to combat the spread of Solanum and aid survivors of the plague through public awareness and preparedness. Unfortunately…

  • Eight Times Over Miss October

    I hate Magritte. I never understood why until I was an old man, felt like an old man at least. Then I figured out just what a smug son of a bitch he really was. When the outbreak hit I ran, like everyone else. I ended up deep in the mountains. I found a cabin.…

  • Questions from K

    We need to get more concrete details set down about the zone. I know one reason that I’ve been leery about writing more zone related stories is that there is too much up in the air right now. I think we have to make some decisions and stick with them. Have we really decided on…

  • About FNG and Other Issues

    I would have just posted a comment but wordpress wouldn’t let me. The story shows great improvements in terms of technical writing, you’ve made it flow a lot smoother, but I’m afraid that’s all the praise I can offer. In terms of character development it only serves to make the character even flatter than he…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Lucky Numbers

    Sherman trudged through the iced over snow. The thin film crackled as his feet broke through it and sank beneath. He climbed over makeshift barricades and wound his way through the cluttered mess of slowly rotting vehicles. He wandered down the road careful not to tread on large lumps in the snow here and there.…

  • Not Yet

    Fitz and Eve were meant for each other. In another time they would have been… Wait. There’s no use in dwelling upon the could have beens or the should have beens. They are all gone, burnt up and laid low. This was not another time. It was this time; the hard present, the cruel reality.…

  • Paralysis

    Anderson was a cripple. He had lived his life in a chair. When the dead came, the news said to stay indoors and stay quiet. Anderson did as he was told. He couldn’t speak anyway. A few days after the outbreak, the power died. The lights faded away, one by one till none were left.…