This.

it’s amazing what people will get used to.  After a couple years of this, the Sci-Fi channel pulled their late night showeings of ECW and started airing actual, honest-to-Xenu isitcoms, real ones like Leave It To Beaver and Full House and shit, in place of anything with CGI monsters, staged fights, or spaceships.

After a couple years of this, babies started dying weeks before coming to term.  The joke was they caught wind of what the world outside the womb was like and died of fright, then some maybe-hoaxed studies made the rounds on the internet and said that maybe it wasn’t a joke.

After a couplle years of this, the housing market recovered by hiring private security firms to maintain a certain Habitability Rating.  it didn’t matter if it was a shed made from bricks of baked dung, it’d still cost more than a luxury car if it was in a Blue Zone.

After a couple years of this, it’s already a joke how people in Yellow Zones look down on Blue Zoners as cowards but are afraid of Green neighborhoods, people from Green neighborhoods think Blues and Yellows are pansies but never get to say it in person because they;re not allowed into those kinds of neighborhoods.  Nobody talks about Red zones, but everyone’s welcome, as the zombies aren’t prejudiced.  They don’t have a color for zones with the space fungus yet, but everyone just calls them the Blanks, because that’s what your mind must be if you want to go near one, and there’s nothing to buy iou tthere anyway, so who’d want to go?

After a couple years of this, everyone appreciates the irony of half the crazy UFO doomsday cults being right and the other half being too suicidal to pass on any of their tips for surviving a B-movie apocalypse.

Tags: dystopia, flash fiction, short story, subgenius, zombies