Brad

You are a twenty-three year old college graduate on a honeymoon with your new wife in a bar in Puerto Rico. You sigh as you stop paying attention to the LCD television behind the counter. You don’t know whether or not to trust the media anymore these days; the stories seem to get crazier and crazier. But you aren’t entirely convinced that the reports of this 'BimboPocalypse' are without merit. Why would the World Health Organisation even bother with a formal investigation if it was all just the product of rampant fiction from someone who writes for a porn film company?

You sip your cold margarita in the humid air and listen to a steel drum band play outside. You peer out the window and see a naked woman run by in the corner of your eye. You twist around to see what’s going on, but it’s too late.

All you hear is loud laughing and cheering outside.

You turn away and look up in time to see...