Resident Evil EX: Zero

Resident Evil EX: Zero
Encounter 01: The Dead Passenger

Rebecca Chambers took soft breaths as she moved through the underbrush, cautiously wandering around the forested mountains which surrounded the quiet community of Raccoon City. The anxious young woman wanted to make every movement as subdued as possible, her combat boots moving carefully across damp grass and soaked soil. Her sidearm had been drawn five minutes earlier and the rookie officer showed good endurance, the weapon never once dropping from the forward position. The young woman’s compact tactical flashlight was in her opposite hand, shinning a narrow beam into the ominous shadows of the wooded mountains. Her consistent scanning stance would have made her academy instructors proud, although she found her composure slipping under the inkling that something was awry about the entire situation. Rebecca did not always trust a dire moment to be examined by procedure or rationale alone, but was not above trusting her own intuition when it came to conquering the daunting or dramatic situations which came into her own life.

A determined and brilliant young woman of just eighteen years, the young prodigy did not want her phenomenal genius to be number one on most resumes and dossiers. Her inquiring mannerisms and rational mindset came from her parents, whose own successful careers in forensics and medicine made her even more determined. Her analytical and often meddlesome nature was a wild card, making her a curious young woman who carried an immense fascination with the misconceived and misunderstood. Her academic achievements did not ward away an active social life or worldly experience, granting her with the classical toolkit of a private detective or forensic investigator.

The young prodigy did not miss the window to graduate from high school before growing into puberty and was out of the university with two doctorates within just two weeks of her sixteenth birthday. The young woman’s triple concentration in the schools of biochemistry, medicine and forensics had motivated her toward a career in law enforcement. The brazen prodigy was not above getting out into the community or joining on tactical operations, where she would carry a custom sidearm and might have to use it. It was no coincidence that the police academy wanted her recruited into one of the paramilitary police units popping up in the more turbulent communities of the Midwest. It was not a month before she was recruited into the Raccoon Police Department’s S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team, to serve as a medical officer and forensic officer on certain operations.

Rebecca was not one to put much stock in creepy vibrations, but notions of dread had become quite common since moving to the flourishing community. Her rational mind ordered her to get over it, but her trimmed stomach would knot up in protest. Captain Enrico Marini once gave warning that the university cannot compare to the immense pressures which she would be encountering in her new career. Officer Chambers could have run away, but she was determined not to buckle under the workload. The captain allowed the rookie to take a good month doing paperwork and she was soon joining the unit on deployment practices and visiting crime scenes with the coroner. Rebecca knew it would not be permanent, but wanted some connection to the police officer before she went to work on forensic investigation.

The most severe moments of dread came in the wake of the news reports about those psychotic cannibal killers that were supposed to be hiding out somewhere in the woods. It was a brutal kick to her stomach when it was announced that the paramilitary unit would be dropped into the woods to track them down. The knots in her stomach did not go away until their helicopter went down into the forest canopy, stranding the paramilitary unit in the middle of the woods. Then there was the discovery of the wrecked truck about twenty minutes ago…

Rebecca Chambers was now hiking through the dark woods looking for a convicted felon, an ex-marine who was supposed to be delivered to the military compound just sixty miles away. It was a grim situation to be sure. Her mission was to capture a condemned man whose crimes were terrible enough for him to be court-martialed and given a death sentence, which was to be carried out within the week. He was a criminal on the run, a career marine whose former training and physical prowess would make the petite rookie an unworthy opponent. She resumed walking into the underbrush even as the heavy rainclouds gathered above, minutes away from spilling their boon upon the world below. Her progress stopped as her light suddenly came upon something which appeared to be out of place in the middle of the wooded mountains. It was some kind of private train painted crimson and marked in gold paint as the “Ecliptic Express”.

Rebecca drew back the ring hammer on her custom sidearm as she moved toward the train, the glare from her lithium light scanning the exterior of the stranded locomotive. The wary rookie looked up as chubby droplets came down from the dark clouds and began pelting the verdant meadow around her. It was not a moment before the pleasant drizzle transformed into a torrential downpour which soaked her. The precarious knots came back to her stomach as she moved toward the nearest train car, stepping up and raising one gloved hand to rest on the handle. She took a moment to gather her willpower before she wrenched the door open and scrambled into the dormant train. The rookie officer managed to get out of the crushing downpour, blissfully unaware of the otherworldly scenario she had just stepped into.

The passenger car was completely empty with the exception of the local newspapers, miniature pillows and woolen blankets which were strewn about without reason. There were some windows broken out and some of the service carts were overturned just down the way. The faint scent of some once cooked meat and some spilt wine accented the room, along with the morbid stench of dried blood. Rebecca looked back as the rainstorm came down with even greater ferocity, the treacherous woodlands becoming even more ominous in that moment. Confident that there would be nothing gained from wandering back outside, she made the decision to move forward into the next passenger car. It was not the best choice.

"Is someone in there?" The rookie’s voice was without much authority, her vocal cords cut down by her own growing nervousness.

Her sidearm was much heavier in that moment and her gloved hands trembled as she opened the door and stepped into the next section of the train. The rookie officer’s jade gaze scanned the entire room, peering into the dark corners where the ex-marine might have been waited in ambush. It turned out that the second passenger car was in the same derelict condition as the other one, but it was nowhere near as abandoned. She lowered her weapon upon noticing that someone was sitting in one of the nearby seats, a ranting voice drawing her over to the slumping passenger. The barrel of her pistol moved down to the ground as she moved closer, a trained index finger moving away from the hooked trigger during her stride. Rebecca was too nervous to notice that none of the other passengers were acknowledging her entrance, the lot of them seated with their gaze turned in the opposite direction.

The rookie officer almost jumped from her dirtied boots as she peered into the cushioned seat to find that the occupant was gone and rendered immune to any care she could have offered. The dead man was leaning to one side with his bloody forehead pressed up against the broken window, with a vacant white gaze to look back at her. It was quite unnerving how the man’s skin had putrefied into an unsettling granite color and his features had become gaunt and decrepit. The poor man bore some strange circular wounds around his neck, but it was not possible to identify the source without study and comparison. Far more confusing than his skin tone or the wounds was the clothing, of which every article was covered in some kind of ooze substance which had mostly consumed him before drying out. The brown suit gave the hint he was some kind of businessman, put down in his prime.

Rebecca knelt to retrieve the compact radio resting on the ground before the dead man and unconsciously tripped the power switch, cutting out the ranting of some political radio host. Her mind went to work with numerous theories of biochemistry and medication, the rookie medic pondering what kind of disaster could have occurred aboard the private train. It was too odd, the unknown incident which stopped the train was too recent to sync with the amount of decomposition on the body.

The weight of the radio on her duty belt became much more apparent as she considered contacting the other team members, but her curiosity to inspect the derelict train won out. The ambitious rookie was confident that it would not hurt to wait five minutes, knowing she might notice an important piece of evidence without the intrusion of her teammates. She returned her sidearm to the holster along with the compact flashlight, before turning with the intent to drop the personal radio back into the seat.

Instead, the portable device dropped to the hardwood floor as the young officer jumped back from the decrepit corpse she had been hovering over for over two minutes. The suited cadaver gave an unnerving groan before moving up into a standing position before the young woman, white pupils looking down upon her. The young prodigy sought her mind for an answer to the absurd phenomenon which was taking place in front of her, reaching out in her direction. However, there was nothing to be found in the realms of logic or reason to explain it. It was an affront to the rational mindset with which she confronted the world around her, but one could not deny that there was a carcass which had come back from dormancy.

The undead passenger was soon walking and reaching toward her in the most unnerving manner, milky white eyes gazing upon her with ravenous hunger. A second groan echoed from the throat of the reanimated cadaver as it moved toward her, its booted feet dragging across the hardwood floor. The rookie’s concentration was torn from her environment in that moment. Her brilliant mind was craving an answer to the undead creature, but it kept coming back to the same outrageous conclusion.

"There is no way…" she gasped, putting voice to her own denial.

It was a zombie. It was the same undead creature found throughout literature and cultural history, from ancient mythology and modern folklore to surreal fiction and modern cinema. It was supposed to be a typical figment of campfire stories and crappy cartoons. It was recognized across the planet as a walking cadaver whose resurrection usually revolved around twisted pseudo-science or some bizarre occult rituals. It was not long before she remembered the common theme that these roaming corpses were bound to pursue their most primitive necessity, which often drove them to consume the warm meat of the living. The rookie was not willing to confirm the substance behind the source material and began stepping away from the vacant creature. The rookie grunted and turned around toward the door, suddenly getting up the courage to brave the torrential downpour and contact her teammates.

Her combat boots squeaked sharply as she stopped, confronted by two more of the undead abominations which had apparently pursued the young woman from the other passenger car. The two zombies looked to be middle-aged men; one was dressed in an average business suit while the other was garbed in the blue jumpsuit of the locomotive conductor. The two of them bore the same amount of degeneration as the one before, except these two were within striking distance and looked to be quite hungry.

Now cornered and without further recourse, the young woman quickly raised her weapon and fired once into the undead conductor’s gaunt visage. A macabre blossom of dark crimson materialized in the zombie’s forehead, its white eyes looking on without focus as it dropped to the ground. The other zombie was quick to react, lunging forward with its skinned hands reaching out to yank the young woman into its open jaws. The custom sidearm barked twice more in a panic, but both bullets somehow met the undead businessman’s throat and nose. The zombie’s dark crimson bled out like a faucet as the corpse crumbled to the ground. The pooling lifeblood was enough to promise that death was upon them.

The rookie officer was panicking in the moment that the three brass casings struck the hardwood. Her petite frame was rocked by the adrenaline rush which came from opening up with her sidearm, quick ventilation and sudden sweating the most obvious signs of the fight-or-flight condition. The poor girl looked down at the zombies, her terrified emerald gaze trapped in acute tunnel vision. She was confronted with the crippling disorientation which stemmed from combat. It was made even more overpowering by the absurd nature of the experience. It was too much to take in at once and the ambitious prodigy’s rational mind was drawn into the moment. Her gloved fingers went numb and loose around her warm pistol while looked down at the prone cadavers. Her mind knew it was not ritual voodoo or some other superstitious nonsense and quickly came to the conclusion that those sprawled out before her must have been exposed to some unknown affliction. The radio on her narrow waist was now urging her to contact the other members, but she did not heed her own intuition soon enough. It was right when she reached for the radio that two cold hands seized her arms, a morbid groan echoing out from the original zombie she had been running away from.

Officer Chambers screamed out in acute terror as she was thrown backwards down the way, her sidearm slipping from her numb hands on the way down. The rookie tripped and was suddenly on the hardwood lane between the rows of plush chairs, one of her arms catching an armrest en route. Rebecca did not waste time pushing up onto her hands and knees, and panicked jade eyes were soon scanning the room for her missing sidearm. It did not take long to spot it out of reach on the other side of the undead cadaver, which was now moving toward her prone form with that same vacant gaze. Her innocent heart pounding with the purest kind of terror, the rookie rolled onto her back and began pushing away from the undead abomination. Her combat boots kicked her down the hardwood pathway, but it was not three yards before she struck one of the locomotive’s service carts. Rebecca did not have a moment to examine the weak barricade before the undead businessman came to tower over the cornered young woman. The decrepit zombie did not waste time coming down to meet its pretty victim, its solid frame pinning her to the hardwood floor. Her panicked mind became even more disoriented by the zombie’s foul breath and she knew in the moment that the zombie was the culprit in the cannibal murders.

Now running on nothing more than the will to survive, the young rookie’s gloved hands were thrown up in a desperate attempt to shove the undead assailant away from her. Her determination proved to be without merit however, the zombie’s stalwart frame proving too much for her to keep aloft without support. Rebecca was soon bracing her delicate hands against the zombie’s ripped chest. It came down to the rookie just trying to keep the abomination from chomping down into her throat. Her keen mind did not stop working and dove into her memories of those books and movies in an effort to come up with some kind of tactic. Her musing mind did not miss out on the irony that she was about to be killed by a zombie. It was almost mocking that someone who grew up turning away the unreal was going to be taken down by a traditional figment of horror fiction.

Rebecca did not want to give up, but the zombie’s dank musk and foul breath bore an almost intoxicating quality which she could not avoid. It was soon much harder to keep the zombie aloft and each moment took its toll on her stamina. Rebecca cried as she was overcome by the hefty weight of the zombie. Her arms grew weaker and weaker, until her elbows were bent and touching the hardwood. Her hands did not come away from the zombie’s chest, not wanting to give up on the dimming hope that she might get another chance to get away. The poor girl was crying when the back of her cranium hit the hardwood and the abomination groaned. Her jade gaze was soon closed tightly and she bit her own tongue, awaiting those woeful jaws to come chomping down into her throat.

The doomed young woman was curious about the universe, but went though most of her life without much interest in religion or spirituality. However, there are no atheists in a foxhole and in that one horrifying moment she was praying for an impossible miracle to thwart such a horrid demise. Her desperate prayers were answered when the abhorrent tearing never came and for a moment it seemed a miracle had been granted. The medical officer would have never anticipated what would come in place of the notorious bloodlust rumored to dominate the undead. It was looking to take from the inexperienced young woman that which would not have been accomplished with another rotting cadaver. It was pursuing one of the most primitive proclivities to be found in humanity and it was no different with just about every other organic creature on the planet. The zombie wanted to mate and breed.

Rebecca Chambers looked up and was shocked to discover that the zombie was holding itself on its knees and one skinned hand was reaching down toward its crotch. It was in the next moment that the zombie literally tore away the crotch section of the stained charcoal pants, the zipper and button thrown to the ground. The rookie’s jade gaze went wide when the zombie stood up on his knees, revealing that its cock was erect and growing with anticipation. It was in good condition with none of the decomposition found across the majority of the zombie’s body. The zombie cock bore the same drab granite skin pigment, but it was quite intact and sturdy enough to take part in sexual intercourse. The young woman was stunned by the undead erection which stood before her and it somehow made her even more panicked. The amorous cadaver bore over seven inches of thickened meat, easily outclassing three of the four boyfriends she’d given herself to in recent years. The disgusting knowledge that the undead abomination wanted to make use of her body, most likely before making a meal out of it, reignited her determination to escape the luxury transport.

The young officer rolled over onto her taunt stomach as the zombie came down upon her once more, desperate to get away from the undead businessman. However, her good fortune was not about to provide another miracle. The terrified teenager screamed as those bony fingers dug into the waistline of her cargo pants and sharply yanked the poor girl back to the demanding zombie. The furious strength behind the motion repositioned Officer Chambers with her round buttocks raised and her olive drab pants and camo print panties halfway down her legs. The poor girl turned crimson with embarrassment and horror as her most precious orifices were exposed. One more panicked scream went up when those same groping hands seized her creamy thighs and pulled her body back with even more force. Rebecca knew there was no escape.

Rebecca’s horrified screaming merged with the roaring thunder outside as the impatient cock rubbed against her tail bone, completely missing its desired target. The terrified young woman groaned when the cockhead ground against her moist pedals, exciting an unwanted burst of those most sensual sensations. It was in the next moment that she was faced with the discouraging thought that the monster might give up and decide the chow down beforehand. Her manicured fingers clawed into the floorboards and she tried to pull away, but she was soon yanked back once more with very different results. To the young woman, it was an instant of acute terror. To the amorous zombie, the third time was the charm.

Rebecca moaned out as the zombie’s engorged cock was driven into her moist corridor, buried to the hilt in one powerful thrust. The amorous cadaver gave an enticed moan before it began working on its prisoner, mercilessly slamming into the cornered rookie’s warm quim. Rebecca was begging for it to stop, but the abomination gave no heed to her constant protests, overcome with its own carnal need to mate.

The poor girl’s constant screams and moaning protests were contained by the soundproof construction of the train cars. The occasional sound which went out the broken windows was swallowed up by the torrential downpour. The amorous monster was soon grasping her trimmed mid-section and it groaned with every unwavering thrust. It was with grim shame that she noticed how much her body reacted. The thick zombie cock packed more of her corridor than most of her former bedmates could have managed. The zombie’s sizable meat was beaten out by just one recent fling, but the zombie was much rougher in its mating of the poor girl. It rammed into her without concern to her own comfort and she noticed the amount of internal bruising that formed along her vaginal walls. It was out of her own horror in the moment that she did not go prone and enjoy it.

The rookie moved one hand back to grab her radio, but the zombie was quick to take hold of her narrow wrist and pin it to the curve of her buttocks. Her desperation did not stop flaring in the moment. Her opposite hand made the same mistake out of reflex and was soundly captured by the ravenous zombie. It was a humbling position for the young woman to be in, down on her knees with her arms drawn back by her amorous captor. The realization she had put her own body into a sex position was even more humiliating and some of the terror was sobered away in the moment. It did not take long before the zombie caught wind of its domination over the rookie and took the opening to put down her defiance.

Rebecca moaned out as her body was dragged her backward by her captured arms, the zombie cock ramming even deeper into her tight young corridor. The poor girl’s back was arched as she was fucked by the undead savage, her body forced up from the hardwood floor to take part in the mating. The spongy cockhead tapped against her cervix with every other thrust and guilty waves of the rawest sensation rushed up and down her spinal column. The throbbing cock rammed into her rougher and quicker, her own weight on her knees making it impossible to fight back. The weeping teardrops did not stop rolling down her cheeks, but now they were coming more from the raw exertion that the once ample despair. It was during that humiliating moment that her mind noticed the minor details.

The abomination’s family jewels swung into her lower lips with every ramming motion, joining the taboo chorus of the mating bodies. Her mind noticed that its crotch and scrotum were smooth and without public hair, but she was not so sure it was absent due to the affliction. It might have been the zombie’s own choice in life, a convention not practiced or considered by most of her former consorts. It was a grim reminder that her own nether regions were groomed and prepped in the same manner, shaved down to peak smoothness to entire her current beau. The rookie had some very different plans for the evening before the captain sent them out on their manhunt. It was morbid irony that someone did end up getting some action, but who could have expected a zombie.

Officer Chambers was moving about in the vain effort to get away, but there was no wriggling out of the zombie’s iron grasp. Her constant movement of her body just did more to excite the undead abomination. The zombie businessman did not stop pounding, the plump cock ripping into her moist corridor without an ounce of consideration to the poor girl’s growing discomfort. It was so driven by its own carnal ambitions that it was without the most remote inkling that she was trying to get away. Rebecca did not know how, but at some point her own horrified wailing was replaced by amorous moaning which rivaled that of the zombie. It was an act of her subconscious which shook her to the bones, but she could not push the growing carnal rapture out of her mind. Her determination slipped away even more when she noticed how smoothly the rough movements were ramming into her body. It did not take long to realize that her moist quim was greasing the solid shaft in her juices.

The viral sting of the crimson leech took hold in her warm bloodstream and it was not much longer before the most prominent warmth took root in the rest of her body.

Rebecca cried out in the moment, sweat and teardrops running down her crimson cheeks while her petite frame was rocked by the savage ramming of the zombified businessman. The young woman grunted in denial of her own bodily pleasure flaunting out the horror in her heart. The sounds of sloppy pumping echoed with every movement the zombie made, growing much quicker and more uneven over the next couple minutes. The zombie rammed the moist maidenhood of his pretty prisoner, some memory of its own vanquished memory knowing that its climax was not far away. It was out of some habit that the zombie let her go.

Officer Chambers grunted when her arms were turned loose, her aching body dropping back to the hardwood floor in a heap. The zombie’s erection was drawn out of her warm quim with a gooey pop and her own juices clung to the thick meat. The poor girl noticed her own drool and tears pooling on the floor and hoped in vain that it was over. It was not a couple quick seconds before the zombie’s hands came back to her cute body.

Rebecca did not have a chance to do much before she was rolled onto her back, one of the zombie’s hands seizing the cargo pants around her knees. The zombie did not show concern for her olive pants and camouflage panties, drawing the two garments down her smooth legs and over her combat boots. The amorous cadaver quickly tossed them away, the pouches and radio looped to her police duty belt going along with them. On her sore back, the girl did not have room to react before the zombie came to loom over her once more. Rebecca could just wail out in panic as the zombie grabbed her trimmed abdomen and drew her body to it, ramming its strong cock back into the warmth of her moist corridor. The rookie grimaced as her toned thighs were suddenly wrapped around the monster’s waist and she was forced to watch it fuck her.

The ravenous zombie did not hold back and dove forward with no goal beyond plowing the young woman, to provoke even more of those warm sensations within its loins. It could not know compassion or restraint. It did not care about karma or morality. It was without the humanity to understand them and that was no more. It was now not much more than an animal, a primeval vertebrate doomed to be utterly dominated by its own instincts and impulses.

It did not notice the train around it or its own dead brethren, just the petite prisoner pierced by its plump cock. It knew no other recourse but to mate and breed with the young woman’s warm body. It did not know it was sterile. It did not matter to it. Its instinct to devour was quite prominent, but it would not and could not look upon this woman in that way. It did not see warm meat when it looked at her. It saw a kindred spirit and its own glorious mistress. It would never want to hurt or kill the girl… The progenitor virus made sure of it.

The pinned rookie was moaning with every ramming motion of the zombie’s cock, the awkward position allowing even deeper penetration of her inner sanctum. The poor girl was without her fiery determination to get away. It was now drowning in a combination of the horrible moment and the guilty pleasure which rocked her entire body. Her delicate hands were drawn to cover her weeping face while she bit down into one of her thumbnails. Her toned legs wrapped around the zombie’s waist as it plowed into her body. The zombie was given no more resistance, which allowed it that much more freedom to drive its engorged manhood into the woman. It was not another minute before the zombie’s cock was twitching impatiently.

Officer Chambers immediately noticed the unstable sensation, recognizing it from a couple previous affairs with boyfriends and former lovers who did not practice protection. The weary medic was initially relieved it would soon be over, but soon grew concerned that the monster could not have known to remove its cock before reaching climax. It sobered away some of her own delirium, but it would not matter. The zombie did not overlook that she was trying to remove her legs from around its waist and proceeded to draw her hips back into its own. The rookie officer moaned as cock rammed into her at an unusual angle, her arms wrapping down on her stomach while the zombie plunged into her dripping orifice. Her mind and body were at odds in that moment.

"No! Please! Don’t cum inside me!" The young woman moaned at the amorous cadaver, wanting in vain to somehow get it through to some shred of humanity which might cooperate. The undead consort did not pause or falter for an instant, its humanity too far gone to understand the young woman demanding its mercy. Rebecca Chambers could not do much more than groan in insincere protest while the zombie rammed her moist corridor with the most bestial fervor. Her emerald gaze went wide as the monster groaned loudly and his entire cock was buried into her tainted corridor, its rotting pelvis pushing the plump member as deep as it could go. The young prodigy was moaning as the abomination’s entire frame went taut and a sudden torrent of searing warmth flowed into her womb. The zombie groaned out with primal delight, milking his cock into the tight folds of the poor girl and blowing three or four more shots into her womb.

The ambitious rookie rode out her own climax, her entire person growing numb in the wake of the zombie’s warm seed shooting into her sore innards. It was the unwanted precipice of the entire experience which left her winded. It was in the afterglow of her own climax that the carnal delirium did recede and her keen mind sobered. The poor girl grunted as the zombie drew his cock out from her pedal, a couple drops of white seed spurting out to taint her smooth inner thighs. Her lithe body was then turned loose, her butt dropping to the hardwood with her limp legs wrapped around the zombie’s toned abdomen.

Officer Chambers looked to spot the amorous cadaver looming over her winded body, looking quite confused about what to do now that their mating was over. The poor girl noticed horror coming back into her soul, knowing the abomination was surely awaiting those deeply rooted instincts to give the next action. Rebecca did not notice that it could not keep itself aloft and was running on the quickest breaths. Her jade gemstones wandered a brief moment before snapping over to notice the discarded carving knife that was gathering dust under one of the seats. The ardent zombie knelt over the rookie, just starring down at her without one inkling or instinct driving its next action. Her rational mind did not catch it, her own instincts pushing her to act at once.

The wheezing zombie did not move when the rookie threw out one arm, snatching the knife from under the seat and drove the blade toward her adversary. The quality kitchen knife punched into the zombie’s temple quite smoothly, cleaving right into the brain with one murderous motion. The hardwood floor was sprayed with dark crimson and a croaking groan echoed from its throat before its white eyes turned vacant without life. The undead commuter slumping to the ground as the knife’s handle was released. Rebecca got to her feet and jumped over the zombie to retrieve her dropped sidearm, turning and firing twice into the revenant for good measure. It was a good minute before she took finger from the trigger and slumped backwards into one of the seats, not noticing the absent moisture that leaked out of her quim to stain the cushioned fabric.

Rebecca spent a couple minutes pondering away on what had occurred, but could not discern much without resorting to random theories which could not be proven. The poor girl was distraught to know there was dead zombie in the middle of the room with a knife in its head and two holes in its chest. It did not matter that she was a victim to its carnal intuition. It was a goddamn zombie. To know there were more roaming around the ominous train, it was almost too much to consume in the wake of her horrific ordeal. Rebecca wanted to know if the other two zombies she shot down would have killed her or joined their brethren in mating with her body. Rebecca wanted to know if it was a radical sickness or genetic disorder, and if there was a chance that she could somehow contract it. Rebecca wanted to know if the source went over modern medicine and was prepared to accept some kind of dark magic or ancient voodoo. However, the rookie knew she would need to move on in order the get to the bottom of it and before that there was a convict to track down.

The rookie took a couple minutes to retrieve her cargo pants and wipe away the warm cum, not wanting to move on without covering up the damage. It was not a minute before she was cleaned and dressed, looking just as professional as she did when she stepped down from the wrecked helicopter. The torrential downpour did not look like it was going to stop and the roaring thunderbolts shook the dormant transport quite violently. The captain and the other team members did not need to know what happened and she did not intend on the news leaving that room. It was with a soft breath and a check of her sidearm that she moved forward in the next train car.
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Author's Commentary: It took some extra time to rewrite the opening encounter, which was made to work as a character introduction for the heroine of our current episode. The opening encounter took a month because it was a complete rewrite, not just a revision of the original text. I was never proud of the original version, it was made before the entire concept was planned out and did not paint a good intro for the next chapters. I did not intend to make it more than a couple pages, but the rewrite took on a will of its own and got me inspired to not just reuse the original sex scene. I knew I could not have our rookie medic be drawn into it on the first encounter, but I am much more pleased that it is not one big rape scene. The progenitor virus is taking root in her bloodstream and it will bring out more desire over the course of the next several encounters.

I am planning to do an encounter with most of the mutants and monsters from the game. I am revising some chapters, but I am not sure how to approach some of the encounters once the scene moves away from the train. I am working on my own erotica stories due to my fandom and want to be open to whoever might have a good idea to improve an upcoming encounter. If you have an inkling that your idea might improve my story, do send it to me. I am open to take requests from anyone dropping a review or comment. I work on erotica in my down time and need reviews and comments to let me know people want me to keep working on my current project.

I also have an e-mail account for my profile on AdultFanFiction and Hentai-Foundry. I would imagine that one cannot often give their whole request in that puny review box and a single erotic picture is often worth a thousand words. In the event one of my readers wants to give me a review or request that is above the limitations of the website, you can shoot me an e-mail. I don’t mind if you want to attach a picture or video clip to accent your request. I don’t mind if you want some feedback on some questions.