Chapter Thirty-Six: Emily Kaldwin

Emily Kaldwin had no idea that two-fifths of the command structure she was a part of had been killed, or that the Legions of the Undead had already infiltrated the bunker. But she knew all too well about the monster they'd willingly allowed into the sanctuary. She may have been the only one who knew just how far Bathory's depravity stretched. There were hints, rumors, suspicions, but Emily had confirmed it for herself. She'd allowed herself to believe that the horrific experiments served a purpose. But the bunker was under attack, the possibility that it would fall was significant. And while Emily doubted the monsters beating down their doors would care about what Bathory had been getting up to in her hellish lab, but she couldn't afford to let any of the other survivors find out. Not for Bathory's sake – the woman could die choking on her blood for all Emily cared – but for her own. Because she'd been complicit in more than a few of the experiments, and had done her part in feeding the mad scientist her test subjects.

So while the rest of the bunker's fighting force rushed to the main entrance to defend against the creatures eager to break in and kill them all, Emily rushed for Bathory's lab. Her goals were simple. Find out if the woman had discovered anything of potential use. Destroy the evidence of how she'd obtained her knowledge. If necessary, eliminate Bathory to ensure she would never spill her knowledge of Emily's involvement to anyone else. Even if the bunker fell, Emily had no intention of dying there. Life outside would be rough, but she was confident she could handle it. Find a new location to fortify and defend. If anything, being on her own or in a smaller group might lend itself to a higher chance of prolonged survival. The bunker was a beacon of life, shining brightly in the dark pit of the Necropolis. It was a testament to their perseverance. But it was also a big blinking sign declaring them as a juicy banquet.

Tapping in the pass-code on the terminal outside of Bathory's lab, the door clicked open and Emily entered, making sure to pull the door shut behind her. The lock clicked back into place, ensuring that they wouldn't be interrupted. “Bathory,” she called, eyes fixing on the blonde. “You may have noticed we're under attack.”

Bathory was leaning over a microscope. She waved a dismissive hand in Emily's direction. “I deactivated the alarm system in here. Couldn't hear myself think.”

“Of course, you did,” Emily muttered. “It's serious. We've never seen numbers like this before. Creatures like this. If you have a secret weapon, now's the time to share it with the rest of the class.”

Bathory rose from the microscope and turned to Emily, smiling thinly behind her surgery mask. “Sorry,” she said, sounding far from it. “I have nothing that could be of use to the rest of the bunker.”

Then what the hell was it all for? Emily's mind clouded with the victims she'd offered up to Bathory. The woman had insisted that she was close to a breakthrough. Just a few more subjects, she'd kept insisting. She'd gotten them. And while the loses may not have been much use in a fight, they'd still been lives lost. If they'd been sacrificed for a purpose, Emily would have been fine. But if it had all been in vain, she didn't know if she could handle the guilt. She'd have to figure it out later. If Bathory had failed then they needed to move on to step two of her plan. “Fine,” she said. “We need to destroy your toys. We can't leave anything behind that might tip off what you've been doing in here.”

“That's absurd,” Bathory growled. “You can't just barge in here and demand I destroy all of my hard work. Just because you feel guilty about how you've helped me conduct my research doesn't mean I have to suffer for your lack of commitment.”

I guess we'll be skipping right to the part of my to-do list that involves killing her, Emily thought. She was quite alright with the outcome. She'd been considering taking Bathory out regardless. The woman may have had her uses, but her sadism and narcissism made her nearly impossible to work with. She drew her sword, the blade unfolding and click into place. “I'm afraid you'll have to discover just how committed I am to making sure no one ever finds out about this madness I've allowed you to indulge in.”

“Then I'm afraid you'll have to discover why they call me the Butcheress,” the blonde surgeon growled, pulling a pair of bloodstained bone saws into her hands and giving them a stylish flip. The pair glared at each other, neither one willing to back down. On the contrary, Bathory was looking forward to spilling Emily's blood. The woman had been a convenient benefactor, but if the bunker was truly falling, she needed the woman gone just as much as Emily needed her gone. The naive survivors were easily manipulated. She could easily convince them to bring her along if they abandoned the base. But not if Emily was there, telling them of her experiments. Besides, slaughtering the sexy young woman would be fun. The sort of orgasmic brutality she'd been missing.

The staring match ended as the two women charged one another. Emily brought her sword up, knocking away one of Bathory's bone saws and taking a swipe at the woman's face. For a surgeon, she proved surprisingly limber, arching her spine to avoid Emily's blade. She responded with a high kick that very nearly drove the pointed tip of her stiletto through Emily's cheek. The young empress-assassin ducked under the kick, jabbing her fist into Bathory's thigh hard enough to leave the muscle throbbing. Bathory cried out, limping out of range so she could reset herself for the fight to continue. She launched an aggressive assault, swiping her bone saws at Emily. Emily moved just as fast, blocking the strikes and sending sparks into the air as the metal connected at high speed.

Emily found herself wishing for the clockwork heart that allowed her to tap into the spectral realm of the assassin, but she'd not had it when she'd been abducted into the Necropolis. Bathory was proving to be far more difficult to kill than she'd anticipated. Her eyes shot wide as the woman launched herself into the air, flipping upside down and spreading her long legs into a split. Bathory's body spun like a top, her deadly stilettos managing to connect with her chest. Emily cried out, the front of her top slashed open and a deep gouge opened up across the skin beneath. She half-fell, half-threw herself to the floor, using her momentum to roll away from Bathory's devastating assault. As the woman landed, Emily spotted an opening and desperately took it. With a yell, she darted forward and rammed the blade of her sword through Bathory's slender belly. She spotted the surprise in the woman's eyes, and grinned as she adjusted the angle of her sword and rammed it up through her chest, straight through to her back.

Bathory hacked up a wad of blood, crimson soaking into her surgeon's mask. The tension flowed out of her body, slumping onto Emily's sword as her eyes lost focus. With a grunt, Emily shoved the woman's body off of her blade, letting it drop to the floor. She panted heavily, the front of her top soaked through with blood from the gash across her chest. She would need stitches, but that could wait. First, she needed to destroy the evidence in the lab. She made her way over to the pit where Bathory kept her former test subjects. She had no idea if the zombies could still feel anything, if they still retained anything from their former lives. She hoped they didn't. If so, she could at least take some solace in the fact that their suffering would be over very soon.

Emily gasped as sharp pain spiked through her back. She looked down, staring in shock at the bloody tip of the bone saw protruding from just below her right breast. She jerked, crying out as the second bone saw ripped through her torso, jutting from her belly. She stumbled, nearly fell, but an arm slid around her to help her maintain her balance. Confusion filled her face as she saw Bathory leering at her. The blonde tugged away her face mask, revealing her fangs as her eyes flicked red. “What's the matter?” she growled. “You thought you won?” With a hiss, Bathory shoved her face against the side of Emily's neck, sinking her fangs in and sucking at the blood that flowed out. Emily cringed, struggling to pull free of the woman. Bathory suckled at her neck for a few moments before pulling back, dragging her tongue through the dark blood staining her lips. “Thanks for the workout,” she said, shoving Emily backwards, over the edge of the pit.

With a bone saw skewering one lung, Emily was already having trouble breathing. As her back hit the floor of the pit, what little oxygen she'd managed to suck in was knocked out of her, along with a few flecks of blood. She wheezed, struggling to brush aside her double-impalement and get back to her feet. She could hear the small zombie pack groaning with interest, their shuffling feet skidding towards her. Wrapping her fingers around the saw shoved through her ribs, she tried to pry it free. The pain of the serrated blade dragging against her flesh and bones made her scream. She could see Bathory standing at the edge of the pit, looking down at her with wild-eyed lust as she tugged down the front of her smock to expose her plump tits. She massaged the sizable mounds in her hands, licking her lips as she watched her former test subjects converge on Emily's fallen form, eager to see what would happen.

Emily managed to sit up only to have her head grabbed and her face mashed into Melissa's rancid cunt. She gagged as the stench of the zombified woman's sex filled her nose, wiry blonde pubic hair rubbing against her lips. She brought her arms up, pressing her palms against her discolored thighs, but couldn't save herself from tasting a few trickles of Melissa's cunt juices as they flowed past her lips and onto her tongue. She gagged, nearly puked. It only worsened as Melissa pulled her head closer, grinding her greasy pussy over her face. Her fingernails dug into the meat of the blonde's thighs, leaving behind bloodless crescent-moon punctures. Desperate to get away from the zombie woman, if only to diminish the stench, Emily shifted tactics from trying to push away. She opened her mouth, feeling disgusting, and sank her teeth into Melissa's swollen labial folds. Coagulated blood, vaginal secretions, and puss flooded her mouth. She retched but kept on biting, hoping the undead still felt something. Melissa released an annoyed growl and shoved Emily away, loosing a clump of her pubes and half her clitoris in the process.

Emily turned her head and spat the mouthful of nastiness onto the floor. Watery vomit followed shortly after, tinged with blood from her perforated stomach. She coughed, groaning as another set of hands grabbed her by the ears. She winced as she was twisted and tugged forward, head lifted up to face Dan Cain's throbbing erection. The puke was still dribbling from her lips as Dan shoved his prick down her throat. She gagged all over again, arms flopping wildly, uncomfortably aware of the two other zombies working together to get her pants off. Tears stung her eyes and as much as she didn't want to, she used the same trick that had worked so well with Melissa. Her teeth sank into the meat of Dan's member, grinding and gnashing until she came away with the slab of cock. Bloody spunk sprayed over her face, leaving her cheeks and forehead smeared with the stuff. The severed dick was too far down her throat to effectively spit out, so she was forced to swallow it down her throat, nearly choking in the process.

Emily's pants ripped at the seams, freeing her thin legs. She kicked at the two zombies – Rita and Tommy Doyle – knocking them back and skidding her across the floor, through the pool of blood that had spilled from her. The seat of her underwear became soaked in the sticky warmth. The pair were only deterred briefly, lunging at her and sinking their teeth into the sides of her calves. She shrieked, gasping in air and wheezing it out. Rita pried her legs apart while Tommy moved between them, ripping her panties away and burying his face in her snatch. His bloated tongue slithered through her slit, growling with lust as he coaxed her sex into a damp state. Melissa dropped onto Emily's face, mashing her ass into the young woman's face while reaching down to play with her breasts and finger the slash across the top of her chest.

Tommy climbed up Emily's body, ramming his swollen prick into her drool-slickened pussy. Emily groaned into Melissa's ass as she was penetrated. Her face had grown pale from the blood loss. The wounds she'd sustained had gone numb. Tommy didn't mind the noticeably cooled state of her cunt. He barely even noticed it as he humped between her spread thighs with growing force. Leon stumbled over and shoved Melissa off of Emily's head, dropping to his knees and slapping his erection against her face. If he'd noticed what she'd done with her mouth previously, it hadn't sunk into his undead brain. Thankfully for him, Emily was too weak to manage to bite through his dick as he shoved it into her mouth. He gripped her hair, dragging her head back and forth along his length.

Up above, Bathory had a hand shoved down the front of her slacks, pumping three fingers into her slippery cunt. She panted and grunted as she watched Emily being ravaged. She pinched and tugged on one pale pink nipple, enjoying the spark of painful pleasure it caused her. The psychotic doctor chuckled as she spotted Makoto crawling her way over Emily, focusing her attention on the woman's chest, sucking at her nipples and dragging her tongue across the gash she'd left in Emily's chest. Bathory thumbed her clit and fought to keep the tears of pleasure from obscuring her vision too much. She could tell Emily's life was withering away just from the amount of blood she'd shed. Slowing the pumps of her fingers, she worked her body up to the cusp of a climax without going over, wanting to cum as Emily went.

The blood loss and internal damage would have been fatal on their own, but it was the undead prick ramming down her gullet that ultimately doomed Emily. Her gag reflex triggered repeatedly, until she was forced to puke again. Her seizing stomach forced the chunk of Dan's cock back up her esophagus. This time, it became lodged there, unable to exit her mouth with Leon's dick plugging the way. Emily's eyes bulged, tears gushing from them as she choked on both cocks simultaneously, unable to draw even a little air into her half-crippled lungs. She shuddered on the floor, grinding her crotch up to meet Tommy's thrusts. She felt him spray his load into her clenching pussy. Dizziness washed over her, darkness creeping into her vision. Leon pulled out of her mouth and came across her face, but by then it was far too late. A final wet death rattle crept past the severed prick stuffing her throat as she slumped into a lifeless heap. Standing at the edge of the pit, Bathory cried out her squishy release.

Bathory drew her hand out of her pants, sucking at the juices soaking her fingers. She savored the tingles of pleasure running through her. The wound Emily had given her was already well on its way to healing thanks to the vampiric traits she'd spliced into her own DNA. If that cunt Rayne couldn't kill me, you never had a chance, she thought as she eyed Emily's husk. She laughed as she watched the young woman's eyes turn murky. Her body twitched, unholy reanimation taking hold. She tried to groan, but the cock in her throat made the sound a series of wet pops. She rolled herself over and lifted her perky, blood-smeared ass up so that Steve Christy could happily wedge his prick into her anus. The undead gangbang continued. But Bathory had lost interest in it.

A brief check of her terminal showed her just how badly the battle for the bunker was going. “The stupid twat was right,” she grumbled. “Guess it really is time to leave.” She backed her research up onto a portable disk drive, listening to the zombies in the pit moaning and slapping their rotting flesh against each other in carnal fury. When she had the files safely transferred, she slipped the drive into her pocket and initiated the self-destruct sequence for the lab. It hadn't come standard. She'd rigged the place herself. The resulting explosion wouldn't be enough to take out the whole bunker, but it would destroy the lab entirely. She made her way back over to the pit, looking down at her playthings. “I'm so sorry, my pretties,” she told them. “But it seems this is goodbye.” The pack of horny zombies didn't even notice her, too busy welcoming their latest recruit into the club. Bathory committed a few more of the violently erotic images to memory before hurrying out of the lab. Now she only had to escape the bunker before things got too bad.