Badger's Thanksgiving Special: The New Meat The Old
Jill and Claire: Dinner Guest
Artwork by BadgerSFM
Story by Sinbad


With the disappearance of the camera crew still hot on people’s minds, several survivors of Racoon City and elsewhere noticed a similarity in the story. Chief among those whose curiosity was roused were Jill Valentine and Claire Redfield. Opening files and witness accounts, the pair decided to investigate. As they loaded up gear and supplies, Claire's brother Chris decided to lend a hand.
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“I don’t like this.” He said. “There’s a lot that can go wrong out there! Just when we think Umbrella has bitten the dust, they always have another plant, another Hive, a few more strains we don’t know about. Also, because you might have forgotten, the carrier for that Mold sample we dug up on the last raid is still nowhere to be found!” He stopped to catch his breath before continuing, “The three of us have a better chance. Hell, we can even drag Leon along if need be!” His face wasn’t used to curling into a pleading expression but Chris forced himself to appear so. The 2 girls hadn’t even looked up during his rant.
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“Hey Chris, how about a little trust?” Clair’s response to his plead served to irritate him. “You’re not the only skull-mashing badass in the room.” Clair’s eyes motioned to Jill as she quipped back to her sibling. The veteran officer bent over a table with her slim-cut pants leaving little to the imagination.
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“Don’t worry about a thing Chris, it’s probably just a few zombies that surprised the crew.” Jill checked her log as she continued. “If it really means that much to you, you can help us out by looking at Africa. Shiva is looking into a small outbreak of a new strain and could use you’re help.” The look of defeat on the well-built man’s face was obvious but he acknowledged his wife’s request.
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“Fine, I’ll lend her a hand. After that though, I’m headed straight to the Bayou to give you both support.” Chris turned away and let a grin cover his face. Unless Wesker’s burnt, bisected and overall desecrated carcass had willed itself back to life again, Africa shouldn’t take him long at all!
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The tall plantation house stood in stark comparison to the fields of unharvested wheat. Jill and Clair weren’t interested in the view however, and soon enough Jill was on her knees picking the flimsy lock on the front door. Swing the doors apart, the first thing the pair noticed was the smell. Wrinkling their noses at the odor of decaying wood, Jill and Claire raised their weapons and entered the main hall.
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The thick, soupy air of the swamp made them sweat heavily, the fabric forming into a second skin on their bodies that hid just barely more than the first. As Jill opened a door, she stopped as something inside moved. Hovering her flashlight over the object, she squinted and called over to Clair. “Hey, I think I see something, it might be one of the film crew.” Inching closer, she stopped as the thing sucked in a deep gasp and rose.
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Clair looked through a cabinet when she heard Jill’s voice through a wall. Rising up and heading towards the voice, her trip was cut short as the Veteran Officer was thrown through a wall! Helping Jill to her feet, the duo raised their weapons and held them leveled at an older man holding a wicked shovel/axe hybrid. Firing, they put 3 holes through the man’s head but had to duck as the impromptu halberd sliced through the air and buried itself in a wall stud. As he swore and wrenched it free, Jill and Claire kept shooting, emptying both magazines into his back. The 9mm rounds did little to no damage to him, as even several shots to the back of his neck resulted in little to no bleeding. Slamming fresh mags into their pistils, the pair looked around for any other weapons and gasped as the man finally freed his Halberd and charged. Faster they they though possible, he knocked Jill in the face with the handle and struck Claire with the blade.
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Jill bounced off the floor just as Clair fell to her knees, her torso sliding off of her pelvis in gruesome fashion. The look of sheer terror was plastered on Jill’s face as her friend and confidant lay in 2 pieces while her murderer prodded her slack face with his boot. He said something, but the combination of a mild concussion and the shock of the ease at which Clair had been killed made it impossible for her understand. Standing up and crying out, Jill charged forwards and put her gun into the monster’s eye socket, emptying her gun into his brain! After the last round left his skull shaped like a canoe, she fell to the floor and crawled to Clair, unaware of a second figure entering the room. Cradling the torso of her friend, Jill failed to see the wire slip over her head until was too late.
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With a taught cable and a practiced motion, Lucas yanked on the cheese cutter with such force that the woman’s head simply vanished from sight. It hit the ceiling and thudded on the table, coming to a stop against the base of the melted candle sticks that served as the room’s light. Looking up, he let the body slump over and rest on its breasts as his father stood and swore. His head already reforming to a fully healed status. Seeing that everything was under control, Lucas looked at the 2 ladies and shrugged. Helping his father to a chair, he gathered up the 2 pieces of the younger woman and sat down beside him. Before he could take the mostly intact corpse as well, Jack stood and swung the halberd once more, this time yelling with rage! Slicing the other lady in half, Jack nodded and tossed the freshly cut torso on the table, stripping it quickly until only the shoulder pauldrens were left.
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Lucas, invigorated by Jack’s brutality slapped his hands together and grabbed the younger woman’s severed legs off the floor. Flipping them over in his hands, he brought them to his lips and breathed in the scent. Oddly, this woman hadn’t relieved herself when the blade was swung and joyfully took her tiny clitoris into his teeth. Nibbling softly, he wedged a pair of fingers into her equally clean ass and spread the hole wide. Gorging himself on her cunt-meat, Lucas looked over to see that his Father was selecting her gory torso for his meal. Before he went on with stretching out the taught anus of the fine legs, Lucas knew they had to install a better door.
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Jack snagged the severed head on the table and snickered at her rolled eyes. Fixing her beret, he saw a perfect place for it and slid her esophagus onto the hilt. When the grip hit the roof off her mouth, he grabbed the younger woman’s bloody torso by her hair and rolled her tank-top up. Massaging her cooling breasts, Jack licked a nipple and savored the smooth texture. Fitting more of the fatty meat into his mouth, the patriarch bit down and ripped away! Her tit came apart in pieces, each strip sliding down his gullet in bloody chunks. Wiping the slight grease from his face, Jack saw what his boy was up to and couldn’t help but feel his large member rising under his pants. As he feasted, he looked at the severed head once again and grinned. With the ease that her throat had taken the knife handle, he knew he had something else to put in there.
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The loss of both Claire Redfield and Jill Valentine shook the small communities of warriors and survivors to their very core. With 2 icons of the fight against the undead missing, hope and moral drifted away. None was more affected than Chris Redfield, who did everything in his power to hasten his mission to completion so he could join in the search. Unfortunately for him, the job took far longer than he anticipated and by the time he arrived at the plantation house, another colossal beast was present. He assisted in the monster’s defeat and soon after helped Ethan onto the chopper. Due to the destruction of the house however, he would never find his wife or sister buried in the rubble. Sobbing and boarding the plane, he vowed to ramp up both of them into legends and soon enough, both were national heroes! All the better that no one would know how they had met their ends…