Chambers took a deep breath, her hands gripped tight to her service weapon. First mission and she was already separated from her squad in a train carriage full of rotting corpses.
Not the start she’d dreamed of since joining the force.
She used her forearm to brush back her cropped hair, and stepped forwards, flashlight in hand. She was a top student at the academy, and she might be scared, but what she lacked in experience she made up for in guts, she wasn’t gonna back down now. Contacting the others on the radio was no luck. Nothing.
Wait, movement. Her breath quickened and her grip on the pistol tightened. On the ground ahead of her there was a dead body, covered in wounds. It’s mouth agape, with what appeared to be some kind of leech falling out. Rebecca felt sick, and without thinking opened fire, obliterating the leech and the corpse’s skull alike. “This is Chambers, there’s something wrong here. Like, really wrong.” Rebecca said into her radio, knowing there’d be no response. Worth a try.
Suddenly, she heard the screeching of metal behind her. She spun, aiming her pistol. A man was opening the carriage door, headed her way. “Stop what you’re doing!” Rebecca tried to sound fierce. “Don’t move!” No response. He’d opened the door all the way, and started stumbling towards her. “I said stop!” Something looked off about him. “I’ll shoot!” No answer. He was getting close. “Stop!! NOW!” Rebecca aimed. The man lunged for her. She yelped, firing wildly. Shots thudded into the man’s chest and shoulder but it didn’t stop him.
Rebecca was knocked onto the ground, her gun clattering to one side. The man pinned her down. That’s when she knew he wasn’t a man. His eyes… dead. Rebecca screamed.
“Oh my god!” She struggled under its grasp, but her small body was too feeble. Its meaty hands were like a vice, keeping her skinny arms pinned. “No!” Rebecca pleaded. Its hands moved down - she was waiting for them to close on her neck when instead she felt it clutching at her Kevlar vest. “W-what are you doing?!” she kicked at it, knocking it away temporarily, turning onto her front she crawled towards her weapon. Strong hands gripped her tiny waist and pulled her back down. “Nooo!” The Kevlar vest was torn from her chest and tossed to the side. The zombie pushed her firmly back onto the ground, its face just above hers. Drool began to leak from its mouth, to Rebecca’s disgust. “Ugh.. get off me!” She turned her head to the side, feeling the liquid on her cheek, barely even able to struggle under the zombie’s weight.
It began to slowly move down, growling. Rebecca was panting from the effort of trying to escape. She didn’t want to die - she was only 18. This couldn’t be the end for her. She braced for the inevitable sinking of the teeth…
The zombie clumsily grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it up, ripping it in two and revealing her perky tits, exposing her bare stomach and small waist. “What the hell?!” The zombie’s drool slid down onto her ample boobs, staining her training bra and dripping down onto her vulnerable navel, which she instinctively sucked in. The monster’s mouth opened wide. Rebecca screamed when she saw what was emerging.
A leech. Like the one she saw before.
“NO!” Rebecca struggled harder than ever. “GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!” She writhed in its grip as the zombie positioned its head above her sensitive bellybutton. “What are you doing?!” The leech was stretching from its mouth towards her taut belly, which was now covered in a mix of drool and her own sweat. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP! Rebecca sucked in her stomach trying anything she could to get away from it, but it was no use. The zombie clamped its mouth around her bellybutton and her eyes rolled back as she felt something wet, and slimy pressing into her innie. “GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFFFF!” She squealed, feeling the leech force its way into her navel. “NOOOO!” There was nothing she could do, she tried swaying her stomach from side to side to make it harder for the zombie to grip her but it only caused it to tighten its hands around her thin waist. Rebecca squirmed, fighting as hard as she could to stop the leech from getting inside, groaning as she felt it burrowing deeper into her navel. Her stomach muscles were tight from years of training in the academy, but no matter how hard she tensed her core, Rebecca couldn’t stop the parasite.
“Please stop! Pleeeeaaaseee! Someone help meeee!” She screamed to no one in particular, watching in horror as the leech’s tail slimed across her flat tummy, and then disappeared into her bellybutton, her hands still pinned to the ground, her belly searing with pain. “Uggghhhh!”
The zombie’s grip loosened, and it let go. Rebecca kicked it in the face, and ran for the pistol, diving to the ground to grab it, her STARS necklace bouncing on her chest. She span and fired rapidly, emptying the clip till she was sure it was dead. “Ewww, oh god!” She looked down at her stomach. “It’s… it’s inside me…”
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