I notice you've asked for a story based on a very specific technical phrase:
Maya looked out her window. The city was still. But in the reflection of her monitor, she saw the infected from the movie—limping, laughing, pustules glowing—standing silently behind her.
The film played on.
She opened it in VLC. The Dimension logo flickered. Then the first frame of Planet Terror appeared—but something was wrong. The sky wasn't Texas brown. It was bleeding a deep, pulsating ultraviolet.