An Update

Grace’s eyes fluttered open. She felt strange. Not because she had slept. Even zombies had to take the time to recharge their bodies. But instead because of how she slept. Ever since she had come back to consciousness, every time she slept she had been plagued by nightmares. Or maybe nightmares were the wrong thing to call them. They very likely could have been memories. Terrifying memories where people screamed and pleaded until their cries of fear turned into cries of pleasure. Grace was haunted by these memories, by the things she did and how she didn’t regret them.

Grace pulled herself upright. She felt horrible, sick to her stomach. Her body felt like a prison, holding her hostage and making her do things against her will. Not entirely against her will, however. The dark side of her still whispered, urging her to fuck these people. This voice horrified Grace, especially how much she wanted to give into it.

Grace threw off the blanket on her. Where it came from she had no idea. It certainly wasn’t there when she blacked out. Grace paced around the room, trying to get a hold of all the thoughts and voices running through her head.

Grace’s panic was cut short by the intercom coming back to life.

“Oh good you’re awake. I hope you enjoyed the blanket. Carly was really mad I gave it to you, something about it being contaminated now,”said Dr Olivia happily.

Grace didn’t respond. She was fixated on the way Dr Olivia’s breasts moved up and down as she talked. God Grace wanted to have sex with her. To turn her into a zombie slut. Grace shook her head, trying to push down the thought.

“Anyway,” continued Olivia, “we’ve got some news for you sweetie. Here, Carly you tell her, after all you’re the one who figured it out.”

Olivia shoved the microphone into Carly’s hands, who, despite looking disgruntled by the fact, took it anyway.

“We’ve managed to determine the cause of your improvements. It’s been discovered that the virus needs a certain human brain chemical to replicate itself. This chemical is only released by the human brain during sexual orgasm, meaning that if an infected stops having sex, the virus can’t replicate, and eventually begins slowly dying off, losing control of its victim’s mind in the process. This is the reason the virus encourages sexual activity, it’s not just a way to spread itself, it’s the only way to keep itself alive.”

Grace was shocked. The virus inside her was dying? Did that mean she could one day be free of it? Grace felt a newfound hope that she hadn’t ever expected to have.

“We need to run one last test one you to confirm our findings, but we think we could start work on a vaccine to block the release of the chemical, we could cure everyone who’s been infected!” interjected Olivia with a smile.

Grace couldn’t help but smile alongside her.