Zone woke up one day, had his morning coffee, and discovered to his great chagrin in the newspaper that his death had been announced, his life celebrated, and his funeral transpired all in the space of a few hours the previous day. Needless to say, he was beside himself, and was determined to rectify the unfortunate situation. After preparing himself for the day, he went out among the people to assure them that he was, in fact, still alive, and the calamity that was supposed to have befallen him had never happened.
But he was again unpleasantly surprised, as nobody seemed interested in his assertion. Nobody seemed to believe that he was actually himself! Several people remarked to their children how they ought to stay away from men like him, who unashamedly act the imposter for attention.
And then he came across an old friend. "Surely he will know me," thought Zone to himself. But the man simply passed him by, and, when confronted, insisted that he not be bothered for he had a great deal of work to do. Zone was by this time entirely mad with fright, as the whole thing seemed like some kind of nightmare. In desperation he ran across the street to the fStop, typical favorite meeting place in Silverton. He sat down and ordered a drink but was stopped by the bartender, who smiled a little when he began talking about "his old friend Zone," who had been "dead for years probably. I don't know, it's been so long since I've seen him."
It was then that Zone awoke. Of course the whole thing had been a dream, what else could it have been? But as he pulled out his phone to check the news, something caught his eye: a mysterious YouTube link labeled "Zone System dead."
Zone's morning coffee sat untouched that day.