You are reading this story for the wrong reason.

Let's call a spade a spade here, shall we? The most obvious reason why anyone in their right mind would read this is because they (read: you) actually get off on hot, filthy, dirty, nasty, sweaty mutant zombie sex. In that case, you will be disappointed. This is not JUST smut – although it gets pretty steamy – and it's a lot less raunchy than I could have made it, because even I have limits. Of course, framing it as a romance, I suppose it's even worse, and perhaps, it heightens the comedic value.

I digress.

But, okay. Maybe you're not some kind of pervert sex maniac. Perhaps you're just intrigued by the romantic ideal. Maybe, just maybe, you like the idea that love survives death and zombification; perverted, grotesque, distorted almost beyond recognition, but still there. Between rotting flesh, tenderness. Between infected minds, passion. In death and mutilation, finding love. If this isn't the very thing which I am trying to express, in all my pretentious wit, what is? Zombie sex? Well, there is that. There's also more.

So maybe you're reading this story for the right reason after all.