RESIDENT EVIL 01:

HOMESTRIKE

"Hey! Stone! You hear the one about the hooker and the zombie?" yelled the chopper pilot over the roar of the aircraft's blades.

"No," replied Lt. Nessa Stone, looking out the exit hatch window, trying to ignore the annoying pilot.

"If your cock was any riper, I'd be sucking down orange pulp along with your cum!" said the pilot before he howled with laughter.

"Yeah, funny," smiled Nessa weakly, hoping the pilot would finally shut up.

"There it is, S.T.A.R.S. HQ," pointed out the pilot as he banked the chopper to starboard.

Nessa concentrated on the ground, barely making out the squat concrete shape of the compound.

No lights were burning, the building was completely obscured by darkness as the transport began its descent. A flash of landing lights flared quickly, breaking the blackness of the night, guiding the pilot to one of the landing pads. Nessa held tightly to her restraints, gritting her teeth when the pilot dived towards the ground way too quickly for her liking. The chopper touched ground with barely a jolt, the pilot glancing back at Nessa, smiling smugly. Nessa unbuckled her restraints and grabbed her kit bag where it lay on the deck beneath her seat. Thanking the pilot swiftly, Nessa yanked open the side-hatch and jumped down to the welcome ground.

A single male soldier walked up to meet Nessa, saluting smartly a few feet from the young woman.

"Lt. Harris, welcome to S.T.A.R.S. Headquarters," said the man, who looked about the same age as Nessa.

"Lt. Stone, reporting for assignment," replied Nessa, returning Harris' salute.

"Fresh from boot?" inquired Harris, guiding Nessa to the landing pad entrance of HQ.

"Does it show?" grinned Nessa self-consciously.

"A little. Don't worry, nothing happens on HQ duty. It's been quiet my entire tour here," said Harris, holding the door open for Nessa.

"Who's our CO?"

"Commander Goldsmith is your immediate CO. He's head of HQ security. He's a bit of a tight ass, but he's fair."

"Have you heard anything new about Umbrella?"

"They're still refuting the evidence brought against them after the Caliban Cove op. The Feds have Umbrella under a microscope. It shouldn't be long before those bastards go down."

"That's good," nodded Nessa just as they reached a checkpoint station.

"Lt. Stone's arrived. I'm taking her to see Goldsmith," reported Harris to the duty officer.

"Go on," replied the guard woman, waving Nessa and Harris through.

"Things have become intolerable. S.T.A.R.S. interference with our research operations must be stopped, once and for all," declared Mr. Moriarity from his seat at the meeting table.

"That might prove difficult with the FBI watching our every move," retorted Mr. Trent, CEO of Umbrella Inc., standing near the large wall length window at the end of the meeting room, looking out into the clear night.

"We have to take out the heart of the enemy, their headquarters," smiled Moriarity coldly.

"Umbrella security will be recognized," pointed out Trent.

"Something more covert. The G-Virus."

"S.T.A.R.S. still has samples of the T-Virus. They'll be able to trace the G-strain to us."

"Nonsense. This will be the first use of the G-Virus outside of our main research center, it's completely untraceable."

"I'm not entirely convinced."

"Let's put it to a vote. All in favor?"

Eight hands went up without hesitation.

"Opposed?"

Trent turned to face the rest of the executive board, raising his right arm.

"The majority is in favor of the operation. My division will prepare the required G-Bombs for deployment. Stealth aircraft will penetrate S.T.A.R.S. surveillance and deliver the weapons," said Mr. Moriarity, his face cloaked in shadow.

"You're all fools," warned Trent before he marched out of the dimly lit meeting chamber.

"Perhaps we should discuss the possibility of electing a new CEO," suggested Moriarity after the oak doors of the room slammed shut. "Someone with a greater…vision, perhaps?"

"You will be a welcome addition to HQ Security, Lt. Stone," said Cmdr. Goldsmith, standing up to shake Nessa's hand. "Report to the Infirmary for your physical. You've been selected to undergo an experimental treatment that could help the entire organization if our conflict with Umbrella escalates."

"Thank you, sir," acknowledged Nessa, hiding her discomfort with being an "experiment", no matter how prestigious it might be. Saluting crisply, Nessa turned on her heel and left the commander's office, entering a brightly lit hall where Harris waited patiently for her.

"I'll show you our barracks where you can store your kit," offered the young man, walking down the empty passage.

"What's this experiment that Goldsmith mentioned?"

"Research has been working on an immunization for the T-Virus. It's worked well with animals, but now they want a human test subject. Guess you got the short straw," chuckled Harris.

"Lucky me," growled Nessa, glaring daggers at Harris' back.

"Just kidding, Stone," apologized Harris, detecting Nessa's acid tone. "Here we are."

After stowing her gear, Nessa followed Harris to the infirmary, where a Dr. Angela Wallace waited for her. Nessa endured a quick physical, then waited on an examination table dressed in a paper smock while Dr. Wallace prepared a syringe with a dose of the T-antidote.

"This won't hurt," smiled Wallace warmly, rubbing a cotton ball doused in alcohol over Nessa's bare left arm.

"That's what they all say," grinned Nessa wanly right before Wallace jabbed the syringe into her flesh. Nessa winced, she hated getting shots.

"All done," replied Wallace, rubbing Nessa's sore arm with the swab, then putting a small band aid over the injection point. "Want a sucker?"

"Ha, ha," retorted Nessa, hopping off of the exam table. "Can I get dressed?"

"Sure, although I bet young Harris would like to see your cute little butt peeking out there."

"He has to buy me dinner first," giggled Nessa as she retrieved her discarded uniform.

A dull thud reverberated over the ceiling. More rumbles followed, then silence fell over the infirmary.

"What was that?" asked Nessa, glancing at the ceiling warily.

"I don't know. I'll call the nearest checkpoint," replied Wallace, leaving Nessa alone in the room.

Nessa quickly tore off her smock, pulling on white panties and bra. After tugging on her trousers and fastening her combat vest over her blue uniform shirt, Nessa checked her pistol, making sure it had a full clip and a round in the chamber. Pulling her ponytail of red hair out of her vest, she let it fall over her left shoulder as she quickly walked to the exit door. Pulling the door open, Nessa walked into a short hall. Moving to the end of the hall, Nessa entered a small waiting area. No one was in the room, the entire area was eerily quiet. Nessa went to the workstation facing the waiting area, picking up the nearby phone. Static hissed in Nessa's ear until she slammed the receiver back down into its holder. She booted up a nearby PC, discovering that the HQ network server was also down. Biting her lower lip, Nessa left the infirmary, marching down an empty hallway towards one of the security stations. The hall lights flickered briefly, then returned to full power. Nessa frowned at the lights, her right hand resting tensely on the butt of her holstered pistol.

Nessa reached a security station, the lone guard on duty slumped over his console. Nessa entered the c-shaped work area, grabbing the officer's left shoulder and pulling him back into his seat. The guard looked up at Nessa, his eyes bloodshot, his skin peeling off in long, grey strips. Nessa screamed, hastily backing away from the guard as he moaned weakly and stumbled to his feet.

"Stay…stay back!" shouted Nessa, trying to pull out her pistol, her fingers numb and clumsy with terror.

The guard groaned deeply, shambling towards her, arms outstretched. Nessa freed her pistol, aiming it at the guard's stomach just as his fingers touched her shoulders. Nessa fired, the shot roaring in her ears, the bullet blasting a hole in the guard's belly, blood spurting out to splash against Nessa's vest and face. The guard zombie crushed Nessa's shoulders in his grip, forcing her to the floor. Nessa gasped in pain, trying to bring her gun up for another shot. The zombie knocked her weapon away, then slapped her hard across the face. Prone and dazed on the floor, Nessa was helpless as the zombie grabbed her belt and yanked off her uniform pants.

"What…what are you doing?" groaned Nessa while the zombie ripped off her panties.

"No!" screamed Nessa, pushing at the zombie as he tore open her vest and removed it from her torso.

The zombie moaned, his eyes vacant as he pushed Nessa onto her back, holding her arms down by the wrists. The zombie lowered his face close to Nessa's, dry flakes of skin falling onto Nessa's cheeks before he licked her neck with a thick, discolored tongue. Nessa grimaced with revulsion, struggling constantly, but unable to shift the heavy body pressed over hers. The zombie ran his thin fingers through Nessa's red hair, undoing her ponytail, letting her tresses spread out beneath her head. He ripped open her shirt, licking her breasts, tearing her bra apart with his teeth. Nessa whimpered while the zombie sucked on her tits, gnawing on her nipples painfully. He reached down to his pants with a trembling arm, unbuckling his trousers, releasing his huge engorged grey cock.

Nessa's eyes widened when she beheld the quivering shaft, green ichor dripping from the bulbous head. She redoubled her efforts to get away from the mutated monster, but the zombie's dead weight was too much. The zombie moaned forlornly, grinning at Nessa with dry, bleeding lips. He held her arms down as he thrust himself into her pussy, his member filling her vagina. The zombie began humping Nessa's cunt, his cold grey skin slapping against Nessa's warm, pink flesh. Nessa groaned, closing her eyes, feeling the zombie's cock stab into her belly. The girl and the zombie moved back and forth on the floor, the undead staring at Nessa, drool escaping from his slack lips to stain her bare breasts. Nessa's fingers worked vainly, her wrists held in a vice grip while the zombie fucked her cunt, his rotting meat caressing the moist pink walls of her slit. The zombie climaxed quickly, releasing a thin stream of green cum into Nessa's uterus. Nessa moaned as the cum burned the walls of her womb, her pussy itching with agitation. The zombie released Nessa's arms, preparing to turn her over onto her stomach.

Nessa moved quickly, sliding forward on her bare belly, grabbing her discarded pistol and rolling onto her back, aiming for the zombie's head.

"Eat this, fucker!" snarled Nessa, firing three rounds into the former guard's forehead. The back of the zombie's head exploded, blood and brains splattering against the far wall. The zombie fell onto his back, his limbs twitching briefly before death claimed him.

Nessa lay on the cold floor, the zombie's cum drying on her bare inner thighs. She idly wiped the zombie's drool from her breasts, then staggered back to her feet. Nessa slid back into her pants, but had to discard the torn blue shirt. She fastened her vest over her bare torso before holstering her weapon and walking to the zombie's motionless body. She took all of the guard's ammo clips, then slid the extra pistol underneath her belt near her spine. Searching the workstation, Nessa found an access card and an electronic notepad with the complete layout of the HQ building.

"I have to get out and let another S.T.A.R.S. unit know what happened here," muttered Nessa to herself, drawing her pistol and carefully advancing down another hallway in the direction of the nearest exit.

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Nessa reached an intersection in the hall. She peeked around the corner, her pistol held ready in both hands. The lights overhead flickered again, the length of each blackout seemed to be increasing. Discovering nothing but empty hallway, Nessa sighed with relief, taking out her notebook and flicking it on. The map schematic placed her on the second underground level of S.T.A.R.S. HQ, the living quarters level. She had to reach the level above her, ground level. She could either take one of several elevators, or one of the emergency stairwells. Not trusting the elevators with the electricity going crazy, Nessa decided to take the stairs.

The nearest staircase was down the passage directly in front of her, so she tucked away her notebook in her vest, checked her pistol one more time, then cautiously proceeded down the target passage. The hallway was quiet, just like everywhere else she had been since the explosions had sounded from above. As Nessa approached the end of the hall, she detected moaning and the sound of tearing clothing.

Standing on the left side of the doorway, Nessa peered inside the square room, another guard checkpoint. She bit her lip when she saw Dr. Wallace sitting on the floor, surrounded by two…things. The creatures were humanoid, but they moved on all four limbs like animals. The monsters had no skin, just exposed, glistening muscles and bones. Their brains pulsed atop their heads as they removed the last of Dr. Wallace's clothes and spread her legs apart. Angela sat in a daze, a deep cut bleeding across her forehead. One of the creatures lowered its bleeding face next to Angela's pussy, licking at it with a very long, green tongue. The other monster turned to face Nessa, hissing angrily at her.

"Good lord," whispered Nessa, leveling her pistol at the thing watching her.

The monster smiled at Nessa, revealing its razor sharp, dripping fangs. It lashed out with its tongue, the appendage stretching to an unbelievable length, wrapping around Nessa's right wrist. Nessa yelled out, tugging at her tightly bound hand. The monster jumped up onto the guard workstation, then dived at Nessa, spreading out its arms and legs, claws open. Nessa screamed, firing her pistol wildly. Bullets smacked against the far wall, but one round did graze the right side of the attacking creature. The monster hissed as it fell atop Nessa, driving her to the ground with its weight. It pried the pistol out of Nessa's hand, transferring its tongue from her wrist to her neck. Nessa shuddered in revulsion as the creature's tongue slithered around her throat, cutting off her air, making her dizzy. The monster opened her vest deftly with its claws, then grasped her heaving breasts, scratching thin red tracks down to her belly. Nessa gasped for air, consciousness slipping away, her vision becoming dark.

The creature released Nessa's throat just before she fainted. It grabbed her booted feet and dragged her across the room to where its companion was playing with Dr. Wallace. Angela groaned weakly, her lips trembling while the monster between her legs probed her cunt with its agile tongue. The slimy green tendril dug deep into her uterus, making her pussy wet and musky.

The monster dragging Nessa sat her up against the wall next to Angela. Nessa moved her head from side to side, her brain foggy from her near strangulation. The creature in front of her stood up on its two hind legs, pressing its front claws against the wall above her, positioning its long, engorged cock in front of her face. The monster shoved his cock into Nessa's open mouth before she realized what was happening. She groaned in protest, the creature's shaft ramming deep into her throat. The creature hissed with pleasure, pumping its hips back and forth, its member staining Nessa's lips and chin with sticky black goo.

The monster tongue-fucking Dr. Wallace's pussy turned the doctor onto her stomach, positioning her ass high enough for his own dripping shaft. Holding Angela in place with its fore claws, the creature thrust his cock into her moist hole, violently humping the raven-haired woman's ass while she moaned in vain protest.

While the monster in front of her filled her mouth with his wide meat pole, Nessa slowly reached behind her back for her spare weapon. Seizing the butt of the pistol, Nessa whipped it around, pressed it against the creature's belly, and fired three shots in succession. The monster howled in agony, its cock yanked out of Nessa's mouth as it fell onto its back near the workstation.

Nessa aimed her gun, firing three more shots into the thing's head, exploding its exposed brain like a melon. The second monster hissed sharply, slashing out with its left claw, ripping Nessa's bare left leg. Nessa rolled away from the surviving creature, sitting up to aim and fire two shots at its head. The bullets slammed into the monster's face, jerking it back. The thing continued its charge, claws extended searchingly. It lashed out with its long tongue, wrapping it around Nessa's slim waist, reeling itself in towards her. Nessa ground her teeth, firing three more times at the creature, blasting its brain to a pulpy ruin. The monster fell between her legs, squirting green ichor over her thighs. Nessa made a disgusted face, quickly climbing to her feet to go check on the naked doctor.

Angela lay on her stomach, her buttocks wet with the monster's cum. Nessa pulled the doctor into a sitting position, gently slapping her cheeks to return the woman to her senses.

"What…What happened?" groaned Angela, reaching up to touch her cut forehead.

"Looks like you got ambushed," replied Nessa, crouching down next Angela, pulling her battle vest back on.

"The phones were dead. I came here to try the phone, but those…things attacked me. They used to be men! They mutated right before my eyes! It was horrible!"

"It's okay, they're dead now," soothed Nessa, squeezing Angela's shoulder. "You better come with me. I'm getting out."

Angela nodded, then gasped when she saw her cum drenched pussy. She looked around fearfully for her discarded white coat, snatching it frantically when she found it. She withdrew a syringe, popping the cap and jamming it into her left arm.

"What's that?"

"The T-Virus cure. That guard was infected by it."

"That means Umbrella was behind this attack on HQ."

"Without a doubt. We've become too much of a threat to them."

"We better go so we can alert the other S.T.A.R.S. units."

Angela closed her torn dress the best she could before draping her coat back on.

"Can you fire a gun?"

"I've had some basic weapons training."

"Take this," said Nessa, offering the doctor a pistol and some ammo clips from one of the mutated guard's belongings. Nessa replaced the gun next to her back, retrieving her primary pistol from the corner of the room.

"The stairs are this way," remarked Nessa as she led the way through a doorway opposite the entrance she had come through.

"Is the building locked down?" inquired Mr. Moriarity from his richly appointed oak desk.

"Yes, sir. The phones and the computer systems have been disabled as well."

"Excellent. Purge the main computer core of all information pertaining to Umbrella and the T-Virus, then activate the virus designed to purge the rest of the S.T.A.R.S. databases when they attempt to link in with their HQ system," ordered the obese executive, watching while a young girl in a french maid uniform entered his office and refilled his crystal glass with wine.

"I'll have it all done in a few more hours. The virus seems to be very effective, almost eighty-percent of the building's personnel have already mutated in just the first hour after the bombing."

"Very good," smiled Moriarity, motioning the blonde girl to kneel in front of him. "When you evac and return to us, you will be well rewarded for your efforts."

"I look forward to it, sir. You have quite a reputation for your generosity when rewarding success."

"I do indeed, my friend. You have much to look forward to," chuckled Moriarity, cutting the comm line just as the young girl unzipped his trousers and placed her small mouth around his hardened cock.

"The door's locked," frowned Nessa, tugging on the door at the top of the stairwell.

"Automatic security protocol. It must have sealed all the doors in the building."

"Guess I'll have to use my key," replied Nessa, aiming her pistol at the lock and firing two quick shots. The door opened easily, granting entrance to another guard station. Nessa searched the room carefully for zombies or any other monsters, but the room was thankfully empty. Dr. Wallace checked the phones and the terminals, but everything was still off-line.

"Can I use this card to get us out?" asked Nessa, brandishing the access card she had found earlier.

"Ordinarily yes, but someone has activated an ultra-violet lock-down, only General Asim has ultra-violet clearance."

"General Asim? The commander-in-chief of S.T.A.R.S.?"

"Yes. He's on the command level, level four."

"Great. Now we're stuck here. Guess we better get back down," shrugged Nessa, leading the way back down the stairwell.

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Nessa hugged the wall of the passage, pistol held between her breasts with both hands.

"It's clear."

"Do you really think we should stop here to wash up and get clean clothes?"

"I don't know about you, but I'm sick of sneaking around here covered in slime and blood, dressed in only my combat vest and some torn pants. We'll watch each other's backs while the other person takes a quick shower and changes clothes."

"You go first," replied Angela skeptically.

"Suit yourself. Hope the water's still hot after I'm done," grinned Nessa as she walked down the adjoining hall and opened the door that led into a barracks.

Angela held her gun in trembling hands, her eyes darting from one end of the hallway to the other, her ears straining to hear any sound of the zombies that wandered the halls of S.T.A.R.S. HQ.

Nessa gratefully peeled off her gore-covered vest, tossing it as far away as she could. She climbed out of her ripped uniform pants on her way to the communal showers. Placing her gun and holster within reach next to the shower doorway, Nessa walked naked into the large shower room, twisting one of the shower knobs and sighing in contentment as warm water ran over her sore body. Angela stood near the outer door, peeking from behind the half-open portal, the barrel of her pistol resting against her pale cheek.

"Hurry up, Nessa," murmured Angela tensely.

Nessa finished washing the last of the soap lather from her tender, pink skin. She ran her fingers through her shoulder length red hair, relishing the sensation of being clean again.

"Your turn, Angela," called out Nessa, wiping water out of her eyes while she emerged from the steaming shower room into the cold barracks. Looking around, Nessa froze when she failed to find Angela near the door or anywhere else in the room. She grabbed her pistol quickly, flicking off the holster and brandishing the weapon with both hands.

"Angela? Where are you?"

The only exit out of the barracks was the door to the hallway. Nessa walked quickly to the door, toeing it open, jutting out quickly to scan the passage. No sign of Angela anywhere.

"Dammit! She has a great talent for getting caught!" hissed Nessa, turning her back on the door in order to search for some new clothes.

Nessa was engrossed in one of the bed lockers when the door to the barracks moved aside quietly, allowing four zombies to shamble inside. Unusually silent, the first zombie managed to get within grasping range, lowering a heavy decomposed hand on Nessa's bare right shoulder.

"Aw, shit!" cursed Nessa, slapping the hand aside while raising her pistol.

The zombie released a loud moan, his rotting breathe washing across Nessa's face. He slapped her hard, knocking her back onto the floor. Nessa raised her gun, firing three shots into the zombie's grey chest. Holes spurted in the zombie's flesh, he staggered on his feet, then continued to advance towards her. Nessa snarled as she fired two more rounds into the zombie's forehead, blasting out the back of his head in an expanding cloud of gore.

While the brainless zombie fell, two of his companions rushed forward, staggering as they bent down to grab the prone, naked girl. Nessa blew a hole in one zombie's open left hand, but his right hand clasped around her throat. Nessa choked for air, her vision blurred while she pressed the muzzle of her gun into her attacker's belly and fired off the rest of her magazine. Blood splattered over Nessa as her bullets tore ugly holes through the zombie's stomach. Uncaring, the zombie tightened his grip on Nessa's throat until she blacked out and released her weapon.

As the gun clattered to the floor, the two zombies dragged Nessa across the floor by her ankles while a third zombie hurled beds against the walls, clearing a large area in the center of the room.

"No, not again," moaned Nessa, her eyes glazed as a zombie pulled her bare legs apart, exposing her sex.

The second zombie knelt down on Nessa's right while the third unzipped his pants above Nessa's head. The zombie between Nessa's legs groaned pathetically before he nuzzled the girl's pussy, his fat green tongue licking up and down her cunt. The second zombie dug his fingers into his torso, ripping a wide opening within his rotting flesh. Glistening pink intestines quivered like eager snakes before they slid wetly from the zombie's belly and wriggled over Nessa, wrapping around her warm tits, squeezing them painfully. The third zombie stroked Nessa's left cheek with his moldering hand before he pried her mouth open and pushed his reeking cock into her sensual mouth. Nessa's eyes widened in disgust, she moaned weakly as the zombie shoved his member down her throat, filling her mouth was his rancid meat.

The zombie kneeling between Nessa's smooth thighs licked her skin with his bloated tongue, leaving a trail of sticky slime across her young flesh. He pried her cunt lips open with his bony fingers, pressing his melted face over her slit, probing her vagina. Nessa groaned, struggling vainly to break the zombies' grip. Wet intestines wrapped around her stomach and hips, holding her in place. One smoking pink tendril coiled around her neck, while another poked the opening of her anus. Helpless tears escaped from Nessa's eyes as her mouth wrapped around a zombie's engorged cock, the shaft slithering up and down the inside of her throat. The zombie holding Nessa down with his entrails caressed the soft flesh of her belly and arm with his cold hands, drooling in ecstasy. The zombie sucking on Nessa's pussy knelt up, prying the girl's legs apart until her crotch ached. He rammed his tool into Nessa's cunt, filling her vagina with his throbbing shaft. He pumped violently, every thrust of his decaying hips making Nessa's bound body jerk. She moaned with every stab, she could feel his cock ramming the wall of her uterus, filling her belly with his unwholesome cock-flesh.

"Undead bastards!" shouted Angela, firing her pistol, blasting the top off the skull of the zombie holding Nessa on the floor.

Brains oozed down over the dead zombie's face as he fell to his side, his intestines becoming limp around Nessa's prone body. The zombie fucking Nessa's pussy turned to hiss at Angela's interruption while the zombie with his cock in Nessa's mouth removed his member to re-fasten his pants shut. Angela shot the zombie near Nessa's head five times, four times in the chest and once in the throat. He fell heavily to the floor, a pool of thick blood forming beneath him. The last zombie staggered to his feet, reaching out to grab Angela. She smiled before she shot him three times in the head, only a stump of bloody neck remaining as he fell onto his stomach.

"Nessa! Are you okay?" gasped Angela while she slapped a fresh clip into her gun and knelt at Nessa's side.

"I'm still breathing," replied Nessa, coughing zombie cum out of her mouth.

"I think you need another shower," smiled Angela, examining Nessa's blood-drenched breasts and stomach.

"I'll wait until I'm in a nice motel room far away from here," retorted Nessa, rising to her bare feet with Angela's help, then walking stiffly to the locker where she had found some spare clothes. Moving slowly, Nessa pulled on a clean blue uniform shirt, white panties, and blue pants.

She tucked the edges of her pants into her worn combat boots, then draped on a new, clean combat vest. Transferring her ammo to her new vest, Nessa re-belted on her gun holster, but kept her weapon in hand.

"Let's go visit the boss before anything else goes wrong," said Nessa, leading the way out into the hall.

"Too late, I think," smiled Angela grimly.

"Where were you when I came out of the shower?"

"Patrolling the hall," replied Angela, rubbing a sore spot on the back of her neck.

Angela stood near the half-closed door, guarding the hall while listening to Nessa shower in the next room.

"I hate to admit it, but I'd kill for a shower right now, too," murmured the doctor, running her left hand through her filthy raven mane.

A blur of movement caught Angela's eye, something that passed the mouth of the hallway up ahead. Squeezing the butt of her pistol, Angela left the door and walked slowly down the hall, her gun held out before her. When she reached the mouth of the hallway, a hand shot out, snatched her wrist, and painfully twisted the gun out of her hand.

"Hello, Doctor Wallace," greeted a male voice before another hand slapped Angela across the face. She fell limply to the floor just before a boot slammed into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. The attacker grabbed Angela's wrists, snapping handcuffs around both of them.

He dragged her down the left-hand passage by the cuffs, the metal biting sharply into her flesh.

"Please! I'm not a zombie!" cried out Angela desperately.

"Shut up, bitch! You'll attract more of those vermin," warned her captor, kicking her in the belly again for emphasis. Angela coughed, her stomach on fire with agony. The stranger dragged Angela into a dark room, closing the door and locking it.

"You seem to be immune to the G-Virus, Dr. Wallace. How did you manage that?"

"Developed…cure," wheezed Angela, her eyes watery with tears of pain.

"Hmm, that could be a problem. Luckily your cure will die here with you. Your drug seems to protect you from the airborne virus, let's see how it works with a direct injection," chuckled the stranger before he seized a handful of Angela's hair, pulled her forward, and stabbed a needle into the back of her neck.

"N…n…no," groaned Angela, her neck searing as the concentrated G-Virus flooded her bloodstream.

"I've always been attracted to you, Doctor," murmured the stranger as he roughly fondled her right breast. He unbuttoned the top of her dress, slipping a hand underneath her bra, teasing her nipple until it hardened.

"A shame you'll become a rotting zombie, such a waste," purred the man into Angela's ear before he licked her earlobe. He rubbed her right leg, moving up her thigh, beneath her dress, stopping when he reached her panties. He pressed his fingers against the thin fabric covering her pussy, rubbing up and down, caressing her slit until it grew wet with her honey.

"Such a lovely little whore," whispered the man, nuzzling her hair while he fondled her cunt, stimulating it until her panties were soaked with her juices.

"I'd love to play with you more, but time waits for no man," apologized the stranger. Angela sat numbly on the floor, her eyes unfocused, her skin hot from the virus and her attacker's agile fingers.

"I guess you won't need these," said the stranger before he left, crushing the last of the syringes in his gloved hand.

Angela sat unmoving for some time, her mind in a fog, until four zombies shambled past the open doorway. They stopped to examine Angela, sniffing at her with their noses. Sensing that she would soon become as they were, the zombies departed, attracted to the sounds of water coming from a nearby hallway.

"Nessa!" moaned Angela, dragging herself clumsily to her feet.

Collecting her gun, which the stranger had kindly left on the floor, the doctor stumbled out into the hall, leaning against one of the walls when a powerful wave of dizziness overcame her. With trembling lips, Angela moved as quickly as she could back to the intersection, concentrating on moving one foot in front of another, hoping that she would arrive in time to save her young friend.

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"C'mon! Hurry!" urged Nessa, spinning around to face Angela as she backed into a wide sentry station, an elevator and a stairwell entrance on the far wall.

Angela ran clumsily after Nessa, her breath coming in great labored gasps. The doctor staggered into the room, almost falling onto her face while Nessa fired several shots into the hallway, slowing down the group of zombies shambling towards them.

Angela leaned heavily against the workstation counter, her skin deathly pale and moist with perspiration. Nessa frowned at her wheezing companion as she ejected her empty mag and slapped in a fresh one.

"Are you okay? You look sick."

"I just need to rest."

"We have to get to the command level. You can take a breather there," said Nessa, grabbing Angela's left arm and leading her towards the stairwell door.

Loud moaning echoed in the room when the zombies stumbled in, arms outstretched, claws grasping. Nessa held the door open for Angela, leveling her gun at the zombies and firing over the workstation at the lead monster. The zombie jerked as bullets slapped into his upper chest. Nessa cursed, aiming carefully before firing a round between the wounded zombie's eyes. The zombie fell cross-eyed to the floor, his comrades circling around the sentry station to reach the young woman. Nessa turned her weapon on the next closest adversary when the loud roar of auto-fire filled the room. All of the zombies spasmed like puppets on strings before they collapsed to the ground.

"What the hell?" gaped Nessa wide-eyed.

A young woman with short blonde hair entered the doorway, sweeping her M-16 from one side of the room to the other quickly before focusing the rifle on Nessa.

"Name! Rank!" barked the girl, her blues eyes cold behind the sights of her gun.

"Lt. Nessa Stone! HQ Security!"

"Glad to meet you, Lt. Stone," smiled the blonde girl wearily, lowering the muzzle of her rifle to the floor. "Lt. Watson, on leave before this nightmare started."

"I thought Dr. Wallace and I were the only living S.T.A.R.S. left around here! We're going down to command level to get the clearance needed to leave this hell hole."

"Sounds like a plan," nodded Watson while she walked towards Nessa. A low scraping of claws was the only warning before a familiar fleshless stalker leapt from the floor and landed on Watson's back.

"No!" screamed Watson, rolling onto her back to dislodge the creature. The monster slithered onto Watson's stomach, knocking her rifle away when she tried to level it at him. He hissed with pleasure, running his long tongue over Watson's smooth cheek.

"Shoot this fucking Licker!" shouted Watson, just before the monster sitting over her reached into her open mouth and ripped out her tongue.

Nessa watched in horror as the Licker grinned maliciously at her, then bent down over Watson, tearing the girl's throat out with his razor sharp fangs. Wet smacking sounds assaulted Nessa's ears while the Licker fed on the dead soldier. A second Licker ran into the room on all fours, hopping onto the workstation to hiss at the frozen Nessa. Nessa blinked her eyes, returning to her senses, aiming her pistol and firing five rounds at the Licker's head. The monster's exposed brain exploded, hurling grey matter across several of the room's walls. The Licker gnawing on Watson's neck growled angrily, jumping off of the dead girl to run around the sentry station towards Nessa.

Nessa aimed instinctively, emptying her clip into the loping Licker. The monster writhed on the floor, bleeding from his many wounds until Nessa reloaded her gun and fired a single shot into his brain. Reluctantly, Nessa walked around the workstation to where Watson's body lay. Closing her eyes in anguish, Nessa left the girl's body alone, instead she retrieved the discarded M-16, discovering that it still had nearly a full clip of ammo. Shouldering the rifle, Nessa returned to the stairwell door, where Angela waited for her.

"Is she…?"

"She's dead. We better keep going."

Angela began climbing down the stairs, occasionally coughing wetly, her dark hair plastered with sweat. Nessa guarded the rear, pistol ready, her mind still filled with the sight of Watson's ravaged body. When Angela reached the landing for the command level, she slid the pass-card into the lock scanner, pushing the portal open when the lock glowed green for entry.

"Take it slow. There could be more zombies and Lickers down here," warned Nessa softly.

Angela nodded, her own pistol held limply in her right hand. She barely looked around before entering a passage, leaning her right shoulder against the wall as she progressed down its length. Nessa squinted into the adjoining hallway that went right before following the doctor down her chosen path.

"You really look crappy. Does the immunization have side-effects?"

Angela tried to reply, but only a weak moan escaped her chapped lips. Nessa moved up to Angela's side, stopping her with a firm hand, peering at the pale woman's blood-shot eyes and clammy flesh.

"Maybe you should…" began Nessa, right before a series of loud reports filled the hallway.

Angela leaned heavily against Nessa, pushing the girl out of the way of the bullets hurling towards them. Angela jerked as the projectiles smashed into her right arm, side and leg. She smiled wanly at Nessa before falling bonelessly to the floor, blood pooling under her body. Nessa raced back towards the turn in the corridor, ducking as more bullets sped towards her. She dove to the left, just as three more rounds smacked into the wall of the passage.

"I'm sorry!" exclaimed a male voice from the far end of the passage. "I thought you two were zombies!"

"Shane? Is that you?" asked Nessa incredulously.

"Nessa? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine! We have to help Angela!" shouted Nessa, walking back into the hallway, hoping they could help the doctor in time.

The bullet caught Nessa in the right thigh. She gasped in agony, falling to the floor in a heap.

"Let go of your gun!" shouted Shane, his pistol aimed directly at Nessa's shocked face.

"Shane? What are you doing?" asked Nessa, letting her pistol fall from her weak fingers.

"Getting rid of witnesses," smiled Shane coldly, briefly toeing Angela's body before approaching Nessa.

"You betrayed S.T.A.R.S.? To Umbrella?"

"I'm hardly the first. I just happen to be the last one standing," chuckled Shane, sliding Nessa's pistol away with his boot.

"You bastard! You killed Angela!"

"The whore was already dead. I injected her with the G-Virus; she would've been a zombie in another few minutes. I just saved your life, you could at least show a little gratitude," grinned Shane, grabbing Nessa by her hair and planting a rough kiss on her mouth. Nessa spat afterwards, glaring at the smug soldier.

"Go to Hell!" shouted Nessa defiantly.

"Not yet," retorted Shane, relieving Nessa of her M-16. Placing the rifle over his own left shoulder, Shane leered openly at Nessa's curvaceous body.

"I wanted to fuck you the first time we met," said Shane, removing a pair of handcuffs from the back of his belt. "I've got time before my flight arrives."

"How will you get out? The entire compound is locked down," replied Nessa while Shane grabbed her arms and snapped the handcuffs over her wrists.

"I used Asim's clearance. Everything's open now," answered Shane, dragging Nessa down the hall by her bound wrists. Nessa grimaced as the cold metal bit into her skin. Just before Shane took her around another corner, Nessa watched Angela's body, and thought she saw the doctor's right arm twitch weakly.

"The General's office should be an adequate place for our little fuck session," chuckled Shane, dragging Nessa over to Asim's long, wide wooden desk, then depositing her roughly on top of it. She scowled in disgust when she spotted the dead General in a chair facing her, his skin blue and slack, a neat bullet hole in the center of his forehead.

Shane turned Nessa onto her stomach, pulling off her boots, then yanking off her uniform trousers. He untied her red hair, unfolding it across her shoulders. Shane ripped off Nessa's panties, then slapped her bare buttocks till they glowed.

"You're one fine piece of ass. Pity I can't keep you," said Shane, reaching underneath Nessa's vest and shirt to caress the warm skin of her back while he slowly licked her buttocks. Nessa trembled with revulsion, glancing around for anything she could use against her tormentor.

Shane moved his left hand underneath Nessa's shirt, moving to her breasts, squeezing her left tit firmly. Shane's right hand slid between her buttocks, rubbing her pussy, pinching her clit until she gasped helplessly.

"If you're going to die, you might as well enjoy yourself, bitch," purred Shane, pinching her left nipple while his right hand pressed between her labia petals, fondling the opening of her pink vagina.

"Uncuff me and I'll do whatever you want, lover," murmured Nessa, glancing back at Shane with smoldering eyes.

"Nice try, slut," smiled Shane, wrapping his left hand in Nessa's red hair, yanking back painfully on it until tears appeared in the girl's eyes. He spanked her bare ass until it was red with bruising, then he resumed his probing of her cunt, two fingers diving deep into her slit.

"Um, nice and wet," observed Shane, raising his glistening hand to his lips, licking Nessa's honey from his fingers. The traitor moved directly behind the bent over Nessa, prying her legs apart while unbuckling his pants. He caressed Nessa's left buttock before spreading her ass cheeks apart and pressing his stiff cock into her crack.

"Please, don't," pleaded Nessa.

"Shut up and cum, bitch," growled Shane, yanking on the girl's hair again as he started pumping his cock inside her pussy, his meat filling her narrow hole. Nessa groaned, her buttocks slapping against Shane's crotch with each powerful thrust. Shane released Nessa's hair, placing his hands on her bare hips, holding her ass in place as he shoved deep into her belly. Nessa closed her eyes, clawing the desktop with her bound hands while Shane rammed himself inside her.

Nessa opened her eyes in surprise when Shane cursed, his cock pulled abruptly from her pussy. She turned her head around, catching a glimpse of Shane being attacked by someone.

"Fucking bitch!" shouted Shane while Angela clawed at his throat.

"Angela! Help me!" exclaimed Nessa, holding out her handcuffed wrists.

Angela released Shane, stumbling towards Nessa with glassy eyes and peeling skin.

"Hope you two have a great time!" said Shane before he staggered out of the room massaging his bruised neck.

Angela took the link holding the handcuffs together and snapped it easily. Nessa debated asking Angela to break the cuffs themselves, but one look at the doctor's current state halted the words in her mouth. Angela waited in front of Nessa, drool leaking down the side of her slack mouth, her skin grey and dry. Nessa pulled up her pants, holding them by the waist while slowly backing away from her transformed companion.

"Easy, Angela. Stay right there," said Nessa softly, backing towards the open doorway.

Angela's eyes blinked, then they turned to regard Nessa, the glaze transforming into desperate hunger. Nessa cursed, making a quick dive for the doorway as Angela reached forward with lightning quick arms. Nessa fell onto her belly, her feet held stationary by Angela's strong hands around her ankles. Nessa kicked with her uninjured leg, trying to break the female zombie's hold on her. Angela giggled, dragging Nessa back into the office.

"Let…me…go!" shouted Nessa, kicking out at Angela.

Angela reached forward, grabbing Nessa's vest, then pulling the girl forward, slapping her hard with her free hand. Nessa saw stars, giving Angela time to rip open her vest and shirt. The zombie tugged the destroyed garments off of Nessa's body, then ran her left hand up the girl's flat belly while her right hand tore off Nessa's bra. Angela pushed Nessa onto her back, crawling on top of the weakened girl, licking up her stomach to her heaving tits.

"Angela…no," moaned Nessa, blinking her eyes slowly while Angela bit her right breast, gnawing on the hardened nipple.

The zombie massaged Nessa's left tit, crushing the warm mound of flesh. Angela bared her teeth, then bit hard into Nessa's breast, tearing away a piece of skin, blood dripping down her pale chin. The pain cleared Nessa's foggy brain, she kicked Angela in the crotch, then pushed the zombie away from her. Angela rolled into the desk, her mouth still chewing the morsel torn from Nessa's body. Nessa struggled to her feet, escaping the office as quickly as she could. She kicked off her torn pants--clothing made little difference at this point.

She stumbled down the hallway, pressing a hand over her bleeding breast. Nessa grunted in surprise when she found Angela's discarded gun on the floor. She bent down to pick it up, then spun when she heard the doctor behind her. Angela was some distance away, arms outstretched, stiff legs shambling one after the other. Nessa aimed the pistol carefully at Angela's head, biting her lower lip before she fired twice in quick succession. Angela collapsed onto her back, two precise holes smoking above her eyes.

"I'm sorry," wept Nessa, clutching her aching chest, resuming her slow trek to the surface.

Shane smiled when the helicopter gracefully landed on the fully lit landing pad. He patted the leg pouch that contained hypos of the G-Virus, a sample of the T-Virus antidote, and the disks with the computer virus he had dumped into the S.T.A.R.S. mainframe. When the pilot waved to him, Shane crouched down and jogged towards the helicopter access hatch.

"Shane!" shouted Nessa over the roar of the whirling chopper blades.

Before Shane could turn to face her, Nessa fired three rounds into the traitor's back. Shane slammed against the side of the chopper, his eyes wide with disbelief as he slid to the landing pad surface. The pilot stared, paralyzed with shock at the naked girl pointing a pistol at his head. Nessa kept the gun aimed at him as she staggered across the pad to the hatchway. She kicked Shane away from the chopper before yanking the hatch open and crawling inside.

"Take off," ordered Nessa.

The pilot nodded, pulling the airship back into the air. Nessa struggled up into a seat, her whole body aching.

"Moriarity to transport Omega. Do you read?"

"Yes, sir. I've made the pick-up," replied the pilot at Nessa's urging.

"Very good," said Moriarity.

When the comm line snapped off, Nessa reclined into her seat, holding Shane's leg pouch in her lap. She felt nothing when the roar came, enveloping her in white fire.

Mr. Moriarity raised his fingertip from the red button on his desk. He rose to his feet, adjusting his jacket and vest before walking towards the door of his executive office. He turned to look briefly out the wide window of his office, the sun was just setting, igniting the entire horizon with dark red flame. All evidence had been eradicated: the S.T.A.R.S. files, the captured virus samples, and the agent who had done all the clean-up work. The victims of the G-Virus bombs would soon be nothing but dust--the strain of G-Virus used was designed to devour its hosts quickly. Everything was taken care of, except for one last task. Moriarity patted his wide belly contentedly, now it was time to claim his place at the head of Umbrella, Inc. Now it was time to lead the way to the future.

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