Dearest Readers, Last Thursday I promised you all an explanation for why we’ve been out of touch. Here is how it happened. Do you remember Mr. Young Jr.? He was my romantic interest last November before getting kicked out by Mr. K in January due to his inability to, well… contribute. We hoped we had … Continue reading
Drawing by Mr K. Cannibals are an unfortunate reality of our apocalyptic world. Statistically they make up a smaller portion of the post-panic population than our other foes — zombies, marauders and rabid dogs. While we may spend most of our time fending off the undead, I want to take a page or two to discuss … Continue reading
Mrs. K has asked me, the Governor, to talk a little about expelling someone from your group. I don’t like to brag but I’ve done a fairly awesome job of governing our survivor group for the last few years. I’ve instituted mandatory weapons training, set up fair laws and resource rationing systems. We have a … Continue reading
Mr. Young Sr. has finally kicked the bucket and died this morning of black lung at the ripe old age of 68. While I can’t pretend I really enjoyed his endless mining stories, I do have a lot of respect for his persistence. He is the oldest person in our colony—possibly the oldest living person … Continue reading
Mr. Young Sr. is dying of black lung. The timing of his death appears rather convenient to me, as our Governor, Mr. K, politely asked the two Young gentlemen to leave our survivor group a week ago (after several weeks of a trial period). Why are we turning the men out? Well, resources are tight … Continue reading
As First Lady, it naturally falls to me to make our living guests feel welcome and at home. Of course it is important to keep a watchful eye for any signs of cannibal tendencies, thoughts of robbery or any other indecent intentions, but there’s no reason to be rude about it. As Miss E has already informed you, we … Continue reading
Gracious Living in a Zombie World: A Ladies’ Handbook 