Double Trouble

My mood was just lousy. If I had to name a worst day in my life, this would be it. Why did I have to come to this God forsaken place, this monster-infested hellhole? I shouldn’t have done it. I should have never come here. But my big sister’s duty called. Yes, I know why I’m here. My name is Carol Weathers, and I came to Raccoon City to find my younger sister. Ruby had been living and working here for years, and we’ve been in contact on a regular basis. We were born in a village miles away from any big city, so after I arrived here the first time, I experienced something similar to a culture shock. The urban jungle impressed me. I’m sure Ruby had felt the same way when she came to this city to work. But it wasn’t what surprised me in the first place. Arriving to Raccoon City, I expected it to be full of life. But everything looked deserted and very messy, as if there had been some kind of a riot or, what’s worse, a war. I haven’t heard any news from Ruby for days, and she didn’t answer my calls and messages. I got really worried. I asked my chief for permission to have three days of vacation, explaining it with urgent family issues. As my employment place wasn’t very busy at that time, the chief agreed to give me three free days. The first location I went to was Ruby’s work place. And just as in the rest of the city, dead silence and destruction was all I found. Not a single living soul anywhere. I then hurried to the apartment block where she lived. The front door was open, wind whistling through it. I ran up to the third floor and quickly found my sister’s apartment. I rang the doorbell several times, but no response came. I was in despair. If she wasn’t in her apartment, where was she then? I didn’t know what to do. I then pressed the door handle, although I knew it was pointless. But to my surprise, the door opened. It was unlocked all this time? What the hell? I entered Ruby’s apartment, calling out her name several times. Dead silence was everywhere; the rhythmic ticking of the clock in the kitchen was the only sound I could hear. The apartment was empty, and I noticed many things missing. It looked like Ruby had packed in hurry and left. I wouldn’t be surprised, considering the city’s state. But what happened? I prayed to find at least one clue, when my eyes caught a piece of paper on Ruby’s desk with something written on it. It was Ruby’s note. I recognized the handwriting at once, but the text was scribbled carelessly, as if she was composing this note in a hurry. “Dear Carol, I’m very sorry for not being able to answer your calls and messages. I lost my phone on my way home while running from a bunch of infected people. The situation in Raccoon City is disastrous. I don’t know what exactly happened, but people began to get seriously sick. It’s some kind of virus outbreak. I have no idea what kind of a disease it is; it could be something similar to rabies, but it’s much, much worse. The infected ones simply attack healthy people like wild, hungry animals and… oh God, they try to eat them alive! This disease is turning people into rabid cannibals! Luckily, the rescue team is on its way, and I hear their call while writing these words. I must leave Raccoon City immediately. Don’t worry about me. I’m evacuating myself with the rest of the survivors. I’ll contact you as soon as I can. So, in case if you read this note, don’t stay in Raccoon City even for a minute longer. Leave at once. This place is not safe at all. Stay safe, sis. Love you, Ruby” As I read the note, I felt both relaxed and scared. I was definitely happy that Ruby was safe and away from this place. But what she said in the note frightened me to my very core. Raccoon City was plagued by some virus? Is this why the whole city is deserted? And infected people tried to eat the healthy ones… God, could that really be possible? I knew Ruby as a serious person; she wouldn’t joke about such things. So I had to take her advice and leave the same way I came. As I exited the apartment block, I walked towards the parking lot where I’d left my car. It was several blocks away from Ruby’s place, so I could reach it in ten minutes. Damn, it was already dark outside, and it wasn’t even night yet! I already regretted leaving the car in the parking lot by the gas station. I should have driven it right to Ruby’s place. But I had no idea that some crap was going on here. But whatever, what’s done is done. As soon as I reach my car, I’m out of here. I walked fast, and less than ten minutes passed until I reach my destination. But my hope of an easy and quick escape shattered like fragile glass when my glance fell on a group of people in the parking lot. They moved in a weird manner, and it was enough for me to understand that something was very wrong with them. They must be the infected ones Ruby had mentioned in her note. They gathered in the parking lot, blocking my way to my car. Shit. I had to lure them away from the car. But how could I do it? I didn’t have a chance to come up with any idea, though, as one of the infected ones turned around; it was a woman. As I saw her face, blood in my veins got cold, and I just froze. Her skin was deadly pale, almost grey; and her eyes were cloudy with no visible irises or pupils. The sounds she made were anything but human: all she did was growl and groan. Her gait… People don’t walk like that. She was limping, as if both her legs were either broken or seized by severe cramps. Jesus Christ! Those aren’t just some infected people! Those are freaking zombies! Honestly, I thought zombies existed only in horror movies. But this was no movie; this was reality. The virus that spread through the city had turned people into zombies, and now they attack any living human they see. And just as I thought about it, the other undead freaks noticed me as well, thanks to that bitch. And if things couldn’t get any worse, zombies started appearing from every corner, as if they’d organized an ambush for the unsuspecting victims. Shit, now I’m in trouble. They’ve blocked the way out of the city, and I had no choice but to run to the center. Trying to get to the car would be suicide. I know the city pretty well, so I’ll find a safe spot to hide. There’s a way out of every situation, no matter how shitty it may look. Suddenly, as if summoned, the ‘way out’ came to the rescue. It had the looks of a police car which stopped abruptly on the right from me. “Quick, get inside!” a young, fair-haired man yelled through the window. You don’t have to tell me twice, I thought to myself and ran to the car as fast as my legs could carry me. I jumped into the back seat, and we drove forward with the speed of a rocket, ramming through the crowd of zombies on our way. As I relaxed slightly, I saw one more person in the car. It was a woman around Ruby’s age, sitting in the passenger’s seat. She then turned to me. “Are you okay?” she asked. Her voice was full of care and worry. “I’m alright. Thanks,” I said, still catching my breath. “God, if you guys hadn’t come along…” “Yeah, shit has broken out in this city,” the man said, taking a quick look at me and then back at the road. “I’m Leon Kennedy, by the way.” “Carol Weathers,” I introduced myself to them. “I’m Claire Redfield,” the woman in the front seat said. “Nice to meet you.” “So, what brought you here?” Leon asked me. “My sister had been living and working in Raccoon City for a while,” I replied. “As I haven’t heard from her for days, I got worried. So I came here to check whether she’s okay. All I found is this nightmarish mess.” “Did you find her?” Claire asked. I sighed and scratched my head. “No, but she left me a note. She said she’d be evacuated from here with the rest of the survivors who hadn’t caught this crap, whatever it is that has infected people,” I explained. “Hey, does any of you maybe know what the hell is going on in this city?” Claire shook her head. She looked as confused as me. “Unfortunately, not. We know no more than you do,” Leon replied. “But we’re going to the Raccoon Police department right now. There should be at least some answers. Besides, some of my co-workers could still be alive.” I cocked my head to the side. “Wait, so you’re a cop, right?” Leon nodded. “Yeah, today should’ve been my first day at work,” he explained. I swayed my head with compassion. “Wow, it’s one hell of a welcome party for you, huh?” I said, giggling slightly, although there was nothing particularly funny about it. But Leon seemed to catch the joke and smiled. “I’m looking for my sibling, too,” Claire added. “My brother is a member of Special Tactics and Rescue Service. He’s been on a mission in the forested area that surrounds the city, and I lost contact with him as well. My best guess is that he might be in Raccoon City.” “So we’re like sisters,” I laughed, and Claire nodded. “Indeed.” She then suddenly turned around, and her face expression changed from smiling to frightened. “Oh shit!” I turned to see the source of her fear, and my eyes went wide when I saw a truck running right at us with its full speed. If we don’t hurry, we’re dead meat. “Hang on!” Leon exclaimed and pressed the accelerator. Our car flew forward like a rocket, but soon we ran into a dead end, and the truck wasn’t going to reduce the speed. “Damn, it seems we’ll have to get out right now! Come on!” The last thing I remembered before the truck collided with our car was spotting the truck driver… a zombie driver. Who’d be surprised? I hoped those things weren’t smart enough to drive the vehicles. We got out of the car mere seconds before the truck crashed into it. The explosive wave threw us some distance away from each other, and we couldn’t get to each other, as the wall of fire separated us. Luckily, no one had suffered, as we still heard each other’s voices. But there was no time to rest. The zombies began surrounding us, and we had no other choice than to run separate ways. At least, we had one destination – the police station, where we would regroup, so that’s where each of us was heading. I knew the city quite well, so I wouldn’t have problems with finding the location. Now I have to do my best to dodge the zombie attacks. As expected, I encountered enough zombies on my way, but they turned out to be slow and stupid, which played in my favor. I knew where I had to go, so it didn’t take too long to find the police station. The main door didn’t budge, so I tried the back door. Luckily, it was open, and I was inside the Raccoon Police Department. I entered the left hallway, and God, what a mess it was! The floor and walls were all bloody, dead cops everywhere, and pieces of brains scattered here and there. Ugh! Is this a police station or a slaughterhouse? I tried to hold back the call to puke, but eventually I gave up, and the contents of my stomach went out right there. I got into a nightmare, and now I had to find the way out of it. Leon hoped to find someone alive here, but I don’t think anybody survived. All the cops here are either dead for good, or turned into zombies. I haven’t encountered any, but it doesn’t mean they aren’t here. The best decision would be to get to the main hall, and if my calculations are correct, it should be straight ahead from the spot I was standing now. I started walking down the hallway to the end and turned left. There was a half-open shutter in the end of this corridor, operated by a broken and sparking fuse box. I crawled underneath the shutter, and here it is – the main hall. Damn, this place is huge! I didn’t expect it to be that big. Being from a village where everything is small, I surely was in for a surprise. Now, where should I go? There are so many doors; I don’t even know where to start. I guess I’ll begin with the room on the left. As it’s the police station, there should be weapons somewhere. I must find myself one, as this is the number one key to survival in this place.

***

As time passed, I had managed to run into Leon once, and later into Claire. Unfortunately, both times something stood between us – locked gates, cracked walls, bars… It’s like fate was against us meeting closer than that. I still couldn’t really understand how to get out of this accursed station, as this place was a maze. The zombies just continued appearing like out of nowhere. Whether they were coming from the city or getting up again after I shot them, I don’t know; and honestly, I don’t care. And then those hideous skinless creatures with open brains… Jesus Christ, I had no idea something like them could even exist. As far as I learned from the documents scattered around, these beings are called ‘Lickers’. They are the result of a further mutation of people infected by the T-virus. Yes, now I know what this is. The infection spreading around the city is called ‘T-virus’. It was created by the scientists of Umbrella, a pharmaceutical corporation that was secretly producing bioweapons. Zombies are just the first stage of the infection. But how could it all happen? Did they spread the virus intentionally, or was it an accident? To be honest, it doesn’t matter anymore. The tragedy has occurred, and now we, the survivors, were left to deal with it. Lucky for me, I found a handgun, and later stumbled upon a shotgun and some ammo for both. Both weapons were effective against the zombies, but the Lickers were problematic. They’re blind, but their hearing is very acute. I learned it the hard way, almost losing my life, but now I know how to deal with them. The key to survive the encounter with these abominations is to be quiet; and if you walk, try to do it as quiet as possible. As for the weapons… I guess only fire could possibly kill them, so a flamethrower or a grenade launcher with fire rounds would work. But I could only dream about the weapons like those. As if things couldn’t get any worse… well, they could. As if zombies and Lickers weren’t enough, there was one strange creature in a leather trench coat and a fedora hat. Where the hell did it come from? Compared to the zombies or Lickers, this one seemed intelligent. During one of our so rare meetings, Leon told me this being is called a ‘Tyrant’, and Claire had nicknamed him ‘Mr. X’. The man and mystery in one, although I doubt it’s a man. He’s way too tall and pale-skinned, and no human can be that strong to break through the solid walls. No, it’s one of Umbrella’s monsters. How on Earth do we get rid of him? And why is he wearing a fedora hat? To look like a detective? Who knows. The ammo for my guns is slowly running out, so I have to find more. I remember Claire mentioning about her brother’s membership in the S.T.A.R.S. team, and their office is located on the second floor. These guys must have been armed well, so my best guess is to find something there. No zombies were on my way, thank God. If there were, I’d have to shoot them, and that would attract unwanted attention. I found a few healing spray cans in the office, but then I noticed small weapon storage in the back of the room, and its contents seemed to be untouched. Wow, what a jackpot! Through the bars, I could see some handgun and shotgun ammo packages, and also a few hand grenades. That’s exactly what I need. I must get them at all costs. The barred wall has a code lock on it, broken beyond any hope. Damn! And I can’t break the bars alone, with my bare hands. I’d need at least one more person to help. I wish I could contact Leon and Claire and tell them about my findings, but I have no means of contacting anyone. Well, fine. I’ll find a way to get to the ammo. And I think I see one. There is a hole in the bars, the steel rods bent outwards. It seems someone had desperately tried to get to the contents of the storage, but they failed miserably. The hole was quite narrow, but as I examined it, I think I might squeeze through. Well, I had to try. There might not be another chance. Putting the shotgun aside, I decided to keep the combat knife and the handgun on my belt. You can never know. I removed my jacket for a better slide and pushed my head and arms through the hole. So far, so good. It was difficult, but I had to proceed. I had to get the contents of the storage. I exhaled deeply and squeezed forward. I was almost there and could be happy, when the problems started. My butt. My god damn butt got stuck. Until now, I never thought about my butt being of such a large size. But now it seemed two times larger than my waist. What the hell?! Groaning from the effort, I moved furiously; and it felt it might have the desired effect, when suddenly… Footsteps. I heard heavy footsteps in the hallway, right behind the wall. Shit. Please, don’t come here… Don’t come into this room… The door slammed open, and I heard the footsteps already in the room. All be damned to hell. It was him. The Tyrant. Now I’m not just in trouble. I’m in double trouble. As far as I learned, Umbrella sent him to eliminate all the survivors at the police station. So if I could maybe trick him into thinking I was dead, he might leave. The footsteps were approaching me. Don’t move a muscle. Pretend to be dead. Don’t breathe. The steps stopped behind my back. I wanted to turn my head to look at him, but then I changed my mind. It would be pointless. I couldn’t do anything against him. At least I wouldn’t see my killer’s hideous face. I only wish no one in my family found out about my stupid death. But for some reason, death wasn’t coming. I frowned. Why was he hesitating? Or what, was he admiring the view before him? Or is he pondering about a better way to finish me off, like kicking me in the ass until I die? My thoughts about the ways of destroying my butt were interrupted when I felt the touch of two large hands on my butt, followed by rough pressure. Then the sound of satisfied rumbling reached my ears. My eyes went wide from such an unexpected turn of events. I should have been puking from disgust, from thinking about being raped by some gigantic viral-cultured freak, but… Yes, there is one ‘but’. It’s the Tyrant himself. Yes, he’s creepy as hell, but his threatening image, height, relentless walking, and inhuman strength were… arousing. Damn it. No, I wasn’t fantasizing about him. I’m not that sick… No, wait… Shit, it’s just not possible not to get aroused by a being like him! I don’t think any woman would resist this detective-looking incarnation of brutality. It’s not my fault he’s that arousing… Yeah, just go on and try calming yourself down; try to keep yourself indifferent towards the hands that squeezed your ass so shamelessly… Oh, no… No! I trembled, feeling my jeans being ripped off my legs together with my panties, and the chilly air touched my bare skin. It seemed the Tyrant had enough of touching the rough fabric of my pants. I felt his hands on me again, but this time, I felt the touch of the skin instead of leather. Did he just remove his gloves? The new wave of arousal washed over my whole body. Damn, I just wish that son of a bitch didn’t notice me getting wet. If I could, I would bury myself in the sand from the gnawing feeling of shame, or at least hide my head there, like an ostrich. But, to my frustration, he did notice everything. I heard him inhale and exhale heavily, and another heavy rumbling left his chest. He was in no hurry. And why would he be? He knew the victim couldn’t run away, so he just took his sweet time. Feeling his fingers touch my inner thighs, I clenched my teeth and tried not to move at all. There was no point in trying to resist, and I knew better than that. That giant would break my bones in that case, but he’d get what he wanted in any case. If I survive this, I’ll get my revenge later. Yeah, that’s the key word: if I survive… Oh, God… is it really what I think it is? I feel one of his thick fingers enter my wet cavern. I almost chocked on my own saliva. It started moving, in and out… in and out… You don’t care… No, you don’t care… There, take a deep breath… Don’t give him the pleasure with your reactions… It was really difficult to think that when the finger moved inside me pretty fast. I tried to suppress any sounds, and the only noise in the silent room was the bawdy squishing sound in my wet pussy; and when the mutant added one more finger, the noise only got louder. The speed grew faster as well, and I couldn’t hold my breath steady anymore. It felt like my vagina had been stretched to its limits, and all I could do was whimper. Now his hand moved in a truly wild tempo, pressing muffled whining out of me. And then he did it. The last powerful thrust of his fingers brought me to the edge, and my body started shaking from orgasm. Well, are you satisfied now, you bastard? It seemed like the ‘bastard’ was pretty much satisfied, as I heard loud, slurping sounds behind me. I could swear that creature was licking his fingers, coated in my juices. The satisfied growl confirmed my guess. Damn it. What is going to be next? I got my answer pretty quick. The Tyrant was obviously seemed unsatisfied with my position, and the next second, the bars were ripped out violently with a deafening crash. I had no time to think about what was going on, when my back was pressed to a nearby wall; my legs hanging over the monster’s shoulders, and his head ended up between my thighs. Oh boy, now I know what exactly he’s up to… He is… Oh, my God! Holding me so that my juicy pussy was right before his face, the Tyrant moved his large tongue from my vagina up to my clit. I took off his fedora hat and put it on my head, despite it being too large for me, and I looked funny. The mutant didn’t seem to notice it and continued his exciting business. I had nothing else to do but hold on to his bald head and throw my own head back in ecstasy, while his burning tongue licked me out ravenously. It was so dirty, so lecherous, and so… so wonderful. Throwing away all the shame, I began rubbing my wet folds against his face, moaning and begging for more. I don’t know whether he understood human speech, but judging by his satisfied guttural growling, he enjoyed the sounds I made. Well, so far, so good. The tip of his tongue toyed with the sensitive clit, and it shot such an indescribable feeling through my body, and I climaxed the second time tonight with a lingering cry. My legs relaxed on his shoulders, and my body went limp, but his strong hands didn’t let me fall. Instead, he put me on the nearby desk, pushing everything down from it with one movement of his hand. I was placed on all four, watching the Tyrant over my shoulder. He removed his trench coat and threw it aside. He was clothed beneath the leather coat, but didn’t strip naked, unzipping his pants instead and pulling out his already stiff member. Oh shit… He’s going to impale me on… this? I cursed mentally at the size of his manhood. Very suitable for the size of its owner. If I survive this, my insides will hurt for a while afterwards. But I had no choice. Take it or die. I gulped, feeling the tip of his cock penetrating my vagina carefully, which somewhat surprised me. Despite his threatening name, the Tyrant was relatively gentle. He realized how fragile the human body was. The wet, velvety walls of my pussy stretched around his massive organ, and I felt pressure in my tummy. He entered as far as my physiology allowed, stopping for a few moments, and then slowly pushed back inside. Damn, what was he going to do to me..? I arched my back impatiently, encouraging him to move faster, and he gladly fulfilled my silent request. The mutant let out a low growl and immediately began moving in a fast tempo, and I rewarded him with a sweet cry of pleasure for each thrust. His skin slapped against mine; and these sounds, combined with the loud squishing sound and the Tyrant’s thunderous rumbling, made up one lecherous cacophony which made my sight go dark. With each thrust, he penetrated my flexible body so deep, and it felt oh-so-good! I was literally going crazy from how ravenously I was being banged; tears flowed down my face like two salty waterfalls, and blood pulsed in my ears in one frantic rhythm with my heart. I whined and moaned as loud as I could and didn’t care whether someone would hear it, and that had most likely served the snapping point for the Tyrant. He roared like a volcano, and for a moment, I thought the nearby windows would shatter. As he made one last thrust, I felt his hot load splashing inside me. For me, it was the last straw. I yelled my lungs out, and my body shook feverishly in the third orgasm this night. Immediately after that, I fell into oblivion.

***

I woke up in total silence. Opening my eyes, I found myself still in the same S.T.A.R.S. office, lying on the desk near the broken bars of the ammo storage. And the first thing I felt was the cold air on my bare skin and wetness between my legs. Ah, yes, I was naked down from the waist, and the Tyrant had his fun with me. How much time had passed? I had no idea how long I’ve been out. But he filled me with loads of his seed that now flowed down my legs and then just left after I lost consciousness. Oh, and he even hasn’t forgotten to take his fedora hat with him. Asshole. Well, at least I’m alive. I got caught by the Tyrant and survived. It was my luck he wasn’t a killing mood. But now I had a problem: I needed new pants, as he tore my jeans apart. For now, I have to make some use of these rags and at least cover myself somehow. A shower would be great, too, but it can wait. I have more important stuff to do. And all the ammo and grenades in the storage are now mine.