Jill Valentine, dressed in a tight fitting blue tank top, and equally tight jeans, ran through the lab. The walls were covered in living muscle and flesh - the virus was spreading and had almost completely overtaken this section of the building.
She had to find enough fuses to get the power back on, so she pressed onwards. Ahead were a group of infected. Jill readied her shotgun, and approached. The first swung for her, but she ducked and squeezed the trigger - its head exploding into a cloud of red paste. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her leg - it pulled hard. “Shit!” Jill fell to the ground, her shotgun clattering away. She hadn’t seen one or them, lurking in the shadows.
Turning her body, she reached for her holster and drew her sidearm, firing two shots into the skull of the monster grabbing her leg. Seconds later more hands grasped for her, Jill grimaced as the hands reached for her wildly, clutching onto her breasts and shoulders, trying to pull her in for the fatal bite. She tried to turn but another zombie was clawing at her waistband, tugging on her belt. Firing her pistol, a third zombie pinned her gun arm to the ground.
Fortunately, Jill was trained to keep calm even in situations like this. With her free hand she drew her knife, and jabbed it into the throat of the zombie holding onto her chest, who was getting dangerously close to her exposed neck. It wasn’t dead yet - In its final moments, the zombie pulled at her top and tearing part of Jill’s vest, revealed her white bra on one side, her boobs covered in sweat. It grasped onto her necklace, trying to find anything to hold onto, before another stab in its head finished the job.
Without even a breath, Jill turned her attention to her other two attackers. She plunged her blade into the zombie holding onto her gun arm, the monster screeched and slashed at Jill‘s midsection. Its nails tore through Jill’s vest, but luckily missed her now exposed stomach. In the struggle, Jill’s gun was free, she pulled it and fired, finishing off the second zombie and aiming at the third. Click. Click.
No ammo. “Oh shit..” Jill muttered. The zombie was tugging at her legs, its hands still wrapped around her belt. Thinking fast, she undid the buckle, and slipped up, and out of her jeans. No time for modesty. The zombie was faster than she thought, no sooner had she turned over to her front did she feels hands reaching for her ass, she tried to crawl away but the zombie had a finger stuck under her panties - it was pulling them down, accidentally or otherwise. “No no no!” Jill was disgusted, feeling this thing’s hands all over her round ass, digging into her crack. She kicked, stunning the monster, and freed herself. Jill kicked the zombie again, and then stomped it, gore splattering her naked legs and toned stomach.
“Goddamn it.” She muttered, taking a sigh of relief. Adjusting her panties, she bent down to retrieve her jeans and pulled them back up. Unfortunately, her belt was torn, and the button had popped off in the struggle - so they were hanging a little low, and the hem of her underwear was visible. “First world problems.” She shrugged. There wasn’t much she could do to cover her navel either, and she brushed her exposed tummy to knock some of the dirt off.
Taking an extra clip from her bag she reloaded. Back to finding the fuse.
Above Jill, a Drain Deimos was waiting.
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