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Women in Red	By : Clocktower Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 10633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The east side of the police station was in even worse shape than Claire had thought, with something dangerous, tragic, or disgusting to be witnessed in almost every room and corridor, but it was the sway in Ada's hips that held her attention most. She tried not to stare at first, until she realized looking at anything else wasn't doing her sanity any favors. The station was lost. The cops and people who'd sought refuge here had done their best, but the monsters had won.
She could still taste Ada on the back of her tongue.
Embrace it, the woman had said. Embrace the insanity of following a woman she'd just eaten out through a literal house of horrors, one filled with things that shouldn't exist.
Ada was a much better shot than Claire, but preferred running past the zombies over shooting them. When she did fire her gun, it was usually to put a bullet in a foot or a leg, making whatever shambling horror she'd shot stumble and fall.
"They don't feel pain, but they still need bones, ligaments, and muscles to move," said Ada, shooting a cop-zombie in the foot as it staggered towards them. It lost its already poor balance and fell with a wet splat to the floor. They were in the lobby, on the upper mezzanine, having gone upstairs from the STARS office. Claire wished Ada would slow down so she could search a body for spare bullets or a new weapon, but the woman was moving too fast and she feared losing her in the big station.
The upper floors of the east wing were relatively untouched by the chaos, but things got worse the further down they went. On one floor, Claire smelled smoke. Further down, a pipe had burst, flooding an entire hallway in six inches of water. She could hear, but not see, people sloshing around in it, as she followed Ada down a hall, past half a dozen smashed windows with sills smeared in blood. On the other end, they came to a wide staircase leading down to the basement. Ada stopped in front of the door to the parking garage to look through the thin, rectangular window. "This is where the cops lost the station," said Ada. "Someone left the gate open."
"How are we getting to the lab?" said Claire.
"Through the sewers," said Ada. "There's just one little loose end I need to tie up here first."
"Loose end?"
"You'll see," said Ada. "Keep quiet, be ready to run."
Claire didn't have time to protest as Ada went through the door, low and quiet with her pistol up and ready. The parking garage was big, much of it left in the dark from the lights having been shot out or smashed. Several police vehicles had been parked to form a rough barricade in front of the open gate, but their broken windows and bloody hoods told the story of how well they'd worked. Claire and Ada moved quietly towards a tall police van with its rear doors wide open, Ada stopped abruptly just behind it. Between the women and and a door were more than a dozen zombies, a few of them cops, most of them people from the street. They hadn't seen Ada and Claire, but had sensed something to eat was nearby and were meandering towards the van.
"We'll lure them away from the door, then run around," said Ada.
Something rattled the walls behind the zombies, drawing their attention. Several seconds passed and there was a loud crashing sound, like metal being tossed around. The zombies moaned as they shambled back to the door, piling against it. Under their wails Claire heard what sounded like enormous footfalls. Ada snatched Claire by the hand and pulled her into the back of the police van, slamming the doors shut behind them. "Lay down, keep quiet!" Ada hissed.
"What..." Claire was cut off by Ada's hand over her mouth.
The door blew open in a crash of ruined metal and splattered flesh. The zombies howled as something big tore through them, something that walked on two legs and hit like an elephant. Claire had no expectation that the police van would keep them safe from whatever was out there. She tried to find Ada's eyes in the dark, to see if there was panic or madness in them.
Suddenly the loud footsteps stopped. Claire could hear what zombies hadn't been killed dragging their bodies over the cement floor, or stumbling around in confusion. Something moved one of the police cruisers. Crumpled metal, cracking glass, what the heck was going on out there? Claire then heard her jean shorts being slowly unzipped. She clamped her hand around Ada's wrist. "Quiet," Ada said into her ear. "If it hears us, we're dead."
There were many questions Claire wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but she held them in as her shorts were opened and her pantyline explored by a pair of soft fingers. A cop car was being torn apart. A dog was snarling, louder and more vicious than any normal animal Claire had ever heard. The fingers found the top of her slit, slipped their way in with ease. Claire's body seized, she gritted her teeth. She was soaking wet from before and shuddered when Ada's fingers glided over her sweet spot.
A dog yelped. The wet paws of what sounded like a pack of them raised a patter over the concrete. More snarling, more yipping as the air was knocked from the dogs' chests by massive blows. Claire tried to imagine what might be going outside the van, but the orgasm Ada was stoking inside her made it difficult.
No more dogs, that was for sure, as whatever had been ripping things apart resumed doing so. The garage was filled with the sounds of cars being hit hard enough to slide them across the floor, drawing more zombies from outside, their hungry wails echoing down the concrete passage. Ada lay against Claire's body, a steady breath urging her to keep silent even as she shivered.
Ada's fingers knew exactly where all of Claire's buttons were, and pressed them mercilessly. All she could do was clench and grind her teeth, breath into Ada's shoulder when she remembered her lungs needed air. How? She wanted to ask. How could it feel so good? She gasped as a body hit the side of the police van. Ada didn't break her rhythm, using the jolt to increase the speed of her fingers.
This was all so insane, Claire thought, feeling Ada inside her, massaging her in places and in ways she'd never explored or imagined herself. It was almost embarrassing to be fingered this well. Claire couldn't help it, she let her hands find Ada, let them hold her as the pleasure inside rose to a boil.
Heavy footfalls came closer. The sound of a zombie being hit hard enough to separate meat from bone. God, what was happening out there? Why was Ada doing this? Claire held the woman tight, buried her face her soft, fragrant neck. "Please, I'm going to cum," she said. "I can't hold it."
Ada didn't stop as the side of the van was hit, instead shifting her fingers slightly, expertly changing the focus of the pressure being applied to Claire's womanhood. Claire had a moment to marvel at how easily she was being played before the orgasm erupted, blasting her nerves to pieces, overloading her terrified, confused brain. She remembered squeezing Ada tight, her jaw hurting from how hard she had to clench it to keep from screaming.
When it was over, she was left sweaty and weak. Ada's fingers were still inside her, threatening with each tiny movement to trigger a powerful aftershock that would alert the lumbering monster stalking outside. Claire opened her eyes inches from Ada's face, saw a mischievous light dancing in the woman's dark eyes. The footsteps receded, another door was smashed open.
The moment Claire relaxed, Ada shushed her, brought her wet fingers to her lips and sucked them, savoring the taste as if they were coated in slick candy.
"What the heck?" said Claire, undecided on which burning question she should put to Ada first.
"I think my loose end has been tied up," said Ada, sitting up to open the doors.
"What was that thing? And why were you... why were you..."
"Probably a Tyrant, one of Umbrella's more advanced bioweapons. Think super-zombie."
"A super-zombie? Great. Good thing it didn't hear us!"
"You have no idea," said Ada, jumping out of the van to survey the carnage the Tyrant had left in its wake. Claire had felt bad for the dogs until she saw their corpses. They had been dead long before attacking the Tyrant, and were even deader now, as were the zombies who'd also run afoul of it.
"I'm going to search these cruisers for bullets," said Claire.
"No time," said Ada. "That thing will circle back before too long, and we don't want to be here when it does."
She was halfway up the ramp by the time Claire decided it was probably safer to stick with her rather than get left behind searching for ammunition. The rain had let up, but the stench of smoke and excrement was thick out on the streets. Over the downtown rose a false dawn, an orange haze made by flames under low clouds. Ada led them down the street into a construction site. Claire remembered hearing something a while back about a Big Dig-style project going on in Raccoon, snarling traffic and annoying the chamber of commerce.
"I thought we were going to the lab?" said Claire as she followed Ada around mud puddles the size of small ponds that had formed at the bottom of the dig site. Up ahead was a stony slope supporting a storm drain wide enough to drive a car through.
"We are," said Ada, climbing onto the lip of the train. A trickle of brown water poured out, far less than there should have been given all the rain. "The easiest way for us to get there is through the water plant. Hurry, we don't..."
She was interrupted by a small avalanche of dirt and concrete. They looked up to the edge of the pit, where stood a pale, broad shouldered man in a black trench coat and fedora. Claire's jaw went slack with disbelief. Either there was some optical illusion in play created by where the man stood in relation to the chainlink fence, or he was eight feet tall.
The Tyrant had found them.
Claire ran to keep up with Ada in the dark storm drain, not caring if the twists and turns they took were random or if Ada knew where she was going, so long as the thing in the trench coat was left behind.
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