Blue Zone Zyracuse

Tag: No Zs

  • Earth Day

    Before the outbreak, we used to run around with trash bags. We used to try to make the earth prettier. It made us feel good about ourselves, or at least good enough to go back to driving our SUV’s guilt-free. This year it was a completley different story. Instead of picking up plastic bags, I…

  • Spanked

    “There’s one more thing.” Bored heads looked up around the meeting hall at the center of the two concourses. Once it had been an airport-themed playground, wasted space at the airport to teach children about the wonders of flight through space-filling models. Now, it was the only place big enough to hold full-zone meetings indoors…

  • Still

    “Oh my god. I’m in love. Hey baby! How about it?” “Johnson, I wouldn’t do it with you if you were the last man on earth.” “Come on, Jackie. At the rate things are going around here, I will be soon enough. And all you poor lonely ladies will have to fight over me. You…

  • The State of The Zonion

    Friends, We find ourselves in a terrible situation. In Onondaga County, the zombies outnumber every one of us 500 to 1. Even with our perimeter fence, we will not withstand a massed attack come springtime. We have been abandoned by the federal and state governments. The feds have moved west, into the Rocky Mountains, leaving…

  • Peeps

    I remember the good old days when I wasn’t starving to death. Remember when you could drive your car to a fast food window and get a day’s worth of calories in a single Extra Value Meal? Do you remember how a pint of that hippie ice cream–the one they made out of monkeys–went right…

  • Choices

    Left or right, up or down, soup or salad. Life is full of choices. For Tom, making the right choice was usually simple: pick the option that worked best for Tom. He never thought how his actions would affect others, only how he could benefit most. Tom always seemed to make the right choice at…

  • World Weary Still of Observation

    The black is oppressive once Brooks cuts the power for the night. No more fans whirring gently in the background or the grind of generators with worn-out carburetors to block out the moans that might be in your head…or might not be. Everyone get so frakking quiet that it makes you sick, and all you…

  • Court Martial

    “Bill, we need to see the captain.” Sergeant Bill Asher wondered why it was that all the civilians treated him like a secretary. He was Captain Slater’s adjutant, and as such, he outranked even the battalion commanders. It didn’t matter much. Let the civvies think whatever they needed to. “No, you don’t. You’d like to…