EXTRACT FOR
The Quarantine Zone
(Kelly Addams)

The pandemic had been brought to a halt with over half of the world's population vaccinated. 

Victory!

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, the darkness lay behind, the future was looking brighter.

The virus had been defeated... or so mankind believed.

But an organism as complex as the virus was not going to disappear as easily as that. Rather than die it had adapted and mutated, and it had manipulated the vaccine designed to destroy it... in the most frightening way.

Those who felt that they were immune were being slowly changed at a cellular level, the mutation gradually shut down every vital system sending their host into a deep coma-like state. Death came shortly after. 

And then, like rebooting a computer, signs of life returned. 

But not life as we know it, this was life straight from the pages of a horror novel, the impossible had happened, the first time since Lazarus, the dead had risen...

And the word Zombie suddenly shifted from fiction, to terrifying fact.

***

Jennifer grinned as she read about Rule 34. 

Which states that, if it exists... then there will be internet porn associated with it regardless of how mundane it is.

Or even more apt... Rule 36: There will always be more fucked up shit than what you just saw.

And porn is driven by fetish she understood. There had always been mainstream fetishes... big tits, or blondes, or teens. Preferences that most people could understand or accept. 

And then there were the more niche fetishes like pee play, foot worship, chubby girls or interracial sex. 

And then there was a more secretive and usually quite disturbing fringe to the porn scene, those fetishes that questioned morality and sometimes even sanity. Some people became aroused by the most mundane of objects, vacuum cleaners, rubber gloves, velvet material... things that most would agree could never have any sexual appeal. 

Others were turned on by things that most would fear. She had read about some girls who rather than run from spiders and bugs actually invited them into their vaginas. She had never done anything like that herself but she understood how those girls' minds worked. Because we are almost the same she admitted silently as she rode the bus home from her receptionist job in an insurance firm.

Through the window she stared out at the high electrified fence that now encircled almost half of the city. On the other side were her own disturbing fetish. Since seeing the first news reports when the zombie outbreak began she had felt strangely attracted to the shuffling brutes. And I can't really explain why I feel the way that I do she added as her nipples stiffened at catching a fleeting glimpse of pallid skin. But if she understood the attraction or not Jennifer knew that she wasn't alone in her desires.