Chapter Ten: Jill Valentine

Jill Valentine slid around the corner of a building, her pistol held at the ready. She'd been trying to make her way through the devastation of Raccoon City when she'd found herself in a totally different town. She wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but at the moment, she didn't need to. All she knew for sure was that wherever she was – and however she'd gotten there – the undead fucks that had been trying to kill her were still around. Jill wore a blue tube top and black mini-skirt with a pair of knee-high boots. Hardly choice zombie-killing clothes, but it sure beat running around naked. All things considered, it wasn't too awful bad. The zombies weren't fast or smart, and they were damn easy to kill as long as you knew how to aim. So far, she'd yet to see any of the other monstrosities that Umbrella was so fond of creating and for that she was thankful.

As Jill rounded the corner, she spotted a small group of zombies shuffling down the road ahead of her. She aimed her gun then decided against firing. They hadn't seen her yet and the noise would just attract more of the things. She lowered her gun and turned, heading back in the other direction. If she could find a car or some other means of transportation, she could get the hell out of the dead city – wherever it was – and try to get back to a normal life, if one could even be found. It seemed more and more like the range of T-virus infection was pretty wide. That thought worried her more than why she'd been instantly transported from one spot to another. Jill couldn't even begin to come up with a reason as to how or why that had happened, so she just ignored it for now.

The worst thing about killing zombies was that in order to take aim at their heads, you had to look them in the face. Their eyes were devoid of any intelligence, but their faces were still just as human as her own. It was best when she could shoot them from behind, not just for safety, but to keep her from seeing the faces. She was still haunted by the scientists she'd killed in the Spencer Estate. Nightmares of disembodied moaning faces floating through the darkness, begging her for help. She'd woken up screaming for a week straight after getting back from the mansion lab and even after that, she hadn't slept well.

Approaching another corner, Jill heard the trademark moans and shuffles that signaled the approach of zombies. She readied herself, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, before spinning around the corner and raising her gun to take aim. Even as she did, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in shock. "No... It can't be..." she gasped as she stared into the face of the young girl who she'd used to work with. "God, Rebecca..." The girl lurched towards Jill, her clothes in shambles, leaving her practically nude. Her eyes had glazed over into the lifeless stare of the undead. The only noticeable damage she'd sustained was her bottom lip having been torn away. Not a fatal wound, but gruesome just the same. Jill found herself frozen, unable to move or pull the trigger on the gun she had aimed at her dead friend's face. Oh god, that face...

Rebecca shuffled towards Jill, two male zombies on either side of her. They all had the same objective. Make a meal out of the beautiful young woman who'd stumbled into their way. Jill knew Rebecca was dead, that nothing remained of the poor girl, that the only way she'd survive was to shoot, but she still couldn't do it. Warm wetness travelled down her cheeks for several moments before she realized she was crying. Crying for Rebecca. Crying for all those other faces she'd been forced to shoot. Crying for the world that had been reduced to a zombie infested hell. And crying for herself, because she saw reflected in Rebecca's milky white eyes her own death. And she knew it wouldn't be pleasant. The dead girl shoved Jill's pistol and her arms to the side. The S.T.A.R.S. member let her gun fall to the ground, deciding it was useless to even bother keeping it. Then Rebecca moved in close to Jill, grabbing hold of the front of her tube top and yanking it down, letting her breasts bounce free of the restraining fabric.

Jill watched in shock and horror as Rebecca lowered her head to Jill's tits, sucking on them and licking over her nipples. Her nipples tingled and grew hard but she didn't really feel the pleasure she normally would from such attention. Her brain was already shutting down, her sanity slipping away from her quickly. She let it go without a fight, deciding that it was better to go insane before the monsters tore her apart. It might even make it hurt less, but she doubted it. Jill was lowered to the ground by Rebecca and the other two zombies. Once she was on the ground, it was only a matter of moments before a hardness pressed against her full lips. She forced her eyes to focus and saw that one of the zombies was trying to force his erection into her mouth. She parted her lips and let it do what it wanted, feeling the veiny, throbbing member push deep into her mouth.

Rebecca continued to suck on Jill's tits, covering them in saliva. Once she grew tired of sucking, she opened her mouth wider and took hold of one of Jill's nipples between her teeth, biting down and pulling back, tearing the sensitive piece of flesh away from her body and causing blood to seep out of her, flowing into her cleavage. Swallowing the nipple, Rebecca moved back down, tearing more chunks of flesh out of Jill's once perfect breasts. Jill whimpered in pain around the zombie's thrusting cock, more tears flowing out of her eyes. The third zombie tore off her mini-skirt, followed by her white cotton panties.

The zombie between her legs had his own erection out and eyed Jill's shaved cunt with lust. Rebecca's perky buttocks were in the way, though. The zombie gripped Jill by the hips and pulled on her, trying to slide more of her body out from under Rebecca so he could fuck her. Jill slid and the zombie fucking her mouth let out a frustrated moan as his cock popped out of her. He reached down and took hold of Jill's head, pulling back the other way. Rebecca remained on top of the woman, not noticing the tug of war that had started, too busy devouring Jill's tits, bite by tasty bite. Jill could feel pressure building at the base of her neck and around her hips as the two zombies struggled to get enough of her to fuck.

After several minutes of hard tugging and stretching Jill to her limits, everything came to an end quite suddenly. First, Jill felt a tearing around her midsection. Sharp pain spiked and when it subsided, she could no longer feel her legs. The zombie pulling on her hips had finally managed to get enough of Jill to do what he wanted. He slid the lower half of her body under himself, pumping between her legs and into her yielding pussy. He reached up and grabbed a handful of the woman's spilled guts to munch on. Mere moments after Jill was torn in half, something snapped in her neck and suddenly she grew very dizzy as her head spun. She was finally righted and the zombie brought her severed head up against his hard cock, pushing past her lips once more and thrusting into her throat.

Jill's hands clenched into fists and released several times, blood gushing out of her neck and her torn stomach. Her booted legs kicked and jerked as her vagina clenched around the zombie's prick, coaxing him into spraying his load inside her. Once he finished fucking her twat, the monster scooped up more of her intestines, shoving them greedily into his mouth. Jill's consciousness quickly faded from lack of oxygen as the zombie face-fucking her slammed her head back and forth harder before finally shoving her all the way down, her nose buried in the thing's pubic hair. Cum shot down what bit of throat she had left. The zombie's seed dribbled out of the bottom of her severed head, pooling on the ground. Before the zombie finished with his orgasm, the woman was dead.

Rebecca finished with Jill's breasts and started chewing on her neck stump. The zombie that had been fucking her cunt pulled out of her and flipped her bottom half over before ripping chunks out of her fleshy ass. The zombie left holding the woman's head lifted it up to look into her dead eyes momentarily before tilting it slightly and chomping down into her forehead, crunching through her skull to reach the tasty brain that lay beneath. With a crack, Rebecca broke through Jill's ribcage, snaking a hand inside to reach the heart and other organs left inside.