Slipping Away

Rebecca couldn't fucking believe it. She had survived the zombie infested train, the mansion and even a few tyrant attack, and she had to go and get herself bitten like this.

After the mansion incident, STARS had put a silence order on everyone involved because they didn't want the general public to start a riot. They thought it had been contained, but the nightmare seeped up from the ground like fog on a cold night. There were rumors spreading, scattered reports of violent muggings and animal attacks, but still the truth was kept silent. Rebecca wanted to tell someone, anyone, to warn them, but even if she did, no one would believe her. The best she could do was bit her tongue and wait for STARS to make a move.

When the virus finally broke out and STARS started operating in the open, it was far too late. The horrors she had seen in the mansion were nothing compared to seeing once peaceful neighborhoods drenched panic and corpses. They were sent out to oversee the barricading of the city, to try and quarantine the problem. Rebecca was riding along with Chris and as they drove past the chaos the had fallen upon Raccoon city. Death and violence, people eating people, family members being left behind as the others tried to save themselves. Rebecca knew their mission was too important for them to help the people in the streets, but still, it killed her to just watch them die while she was safe in Chris' car.

She saw a girl who was probably no older than ten years old stumble out of her house and out on to her lawn. The tiny girl was being followed by what Rebecca could only guess was the girl’s parents. Only, they weren't her parents anymore. The young girl stumbled across the yard, backing in to a fence and collapsing on the ground. Fuck the mission.

"Stop the car!" Rebecca cried, ripping at her seat belt.

Chris slammed on his breaks and the car came skidding to a stop. Before he could ask why they needed to stop, Rebecca dashed from the car, her weapon drawn. She jumped over a hedge and made her way towards the little girl, who was now curled up in her arms. The young medic flicked the safety of her weapon off and pointed it at the nearest moaning mass. Bam, the first round went wild. Bam, the second slamming through the middle aged man's shoulder, making him stumble.

Just drop already. Her third shot crumpled in the back of the man's blood soaked head, killing him. Fully remembering how dangerous these so called 'zombies' were, she gave the falling man a wide birth and moved on to the girl.

"Come on, we have to go!" Rebecca cried, pulling the girl to her feet.

She heard a moan and turned to see the young girl’s mother following closely behind them. No time. She fired a few wild shots at the woman’s legs, trying to by some time.

"Hurry!" Chris called out. He was out of the car and picking off a few of the zombies that had been attracted to their position.

"Go." Rebecca cried, pushing the girl towards the car.

They made it to the car and she pushed the girl in to the back seat. She wasn't sure how she was going to explain this one back at the office, but all she cared about was that the girl was safe. She moved to the passenger's side door and that's when she felt it. A horrible crushing pain in her ankle that felt like jagged knives and acid. She looked down to see the young girl’s mother biting in to her leg through her combat boots. no... She fired off a few round in to the older woman’s head, but it was too late.

"... t in the car." A voice called out, but the pounding in her ears was too loud for her to hear anything else.

Fuck, what do I do? The young medic shut the car door, with her still outside.

"Rebecca!" Chris' voice broke her daze. "We have to go!"

"I'm sorry Chris." She said, taking another step back.

From the look on her face and the bloody wound on her legs Chris pieced together what had happened. "Come on, you're hurt. We have to get you out of here."

Chris, thank you. She dropped her weapon to the ground. "No. Get her out of here. Go!"

She could see his lips moving but her mind was elsewhere. I'm sorry Chris.

"Go!" She cried again, her eyes full of tears.

Rebecca crawled over to the spot by the fence where she had just rescued the girl from, but it felt so long ago. Now what? She knew she was going to die, that she was going to become one of those walking freaks, but she didn't know when. She looked at her weapon she had abandoned over in the streets, but it seemed so far away and she didn't want to die just yet. She curled up in a ball like that girl had done, and just let her mind drift away from this nightmare.


Fuck, where am I? The young medic woke with a jump. The wound on her leg reminded her of how she got there and she wished she had just stayed asleep. It was dark out which meant she had probably slept for a few hours now, but somehow she hadn't changed in to a zombie yet. Or maybe I have I and I just don't know it?

She looked at her hands, they seemed normal. She pinched her face and winced in glorious pain. Maybe when I was in the mansion, I picked up some kind of immunity. It was wishful thinking, but it was all she had. She bandaged up her ankle and made her way off in to the night, desperate to get back home.

Rebecca wasn't stupid, even though she knew she was a goner, she still valued what little life she had left. She scooped up her weapon and moved cautiously, trying not to attract too much attention to her hobbling self. The small gash in her leg wasn't that bad, and as she walked, the pain seemed to disappear, but in the back of her mind she could imagine the virus spreading and multiplying throughout her blood stream.

I really fucked up, didn't I? Any other day, she would have gladly given her life to protect that little girl, but why did she have to die like this? It wasn't really a regret that was bugging her, it was just the frustration of the moment.

"Help!" A voice called from inside a nearby house.

Rebecca stacked herself up at the front door of the house that the cry had come from. She hesitated for a moment, wanting to just let this one go, but then again, What's the worst that could happen? Get infected twice?

With a laugh, she slammed the door open, quickly scanning the room with the barrel of her weapon. Clear! She hurried through the house, desperate to find whoever screamed before it was too late.

In the kitchen, sprawled across a center island was a zombie crawling towards a young man who was throwing pots and pans at his undead assailant.

"Move out of the way!" Rebecca commanded, putting two rounds through the zombie's head as soon as the man was clear.

"He just wouldn't stop coming!" The young man gasped as he turned greet his savoir.

Holstering her weapon, she offered her outstretched hand. "I'm officer Chambers with STARS, are you alright? Were you bitten."

"I'm fine." He replied, out of breath. "Allen, my name's Allen. Thank you."

"Rebecca." She replied. He's cute. "We need to get out of here before more show up."

As she ushered him out of the house, she couldn't help but admire the man she had just saved. He was cute but had an athletic build, like a soccer player with the eye's of a model. He had the kind of body she just wanted to feel pressed up against her, to breath in his smell, to taste his... There's no time for that! She screamed at her mind Why am I thinking of something like that at a time like this?

They were lucky enough not to bump in to anymore zombies on their way to her house. It wasn't the idea hiding spot, but it would have to do until the sun came up because it was too dangerous to try and make it to the police department. When she was sure the doors and windows were blocked off as best as they could manage, she kicked off her boots and flopped down on her couch.

"So you're with STARS, does that mean you have any idea what the hell’s going on?" Allen asked, flopping down on the couch next to her.

Yeah, we're all fucked and there was nothing we could do to stop it. "You're guess is as good as mine." She lied.

"Thank you again for saving me." Allen said, turning towards the young medic, getting lost in her bright green eyes.

What the fuck am I doing? Rebecca leaned in, pushing her lips up against his. What the fuck? She gripped the sides of his shoulders, pushing him against the couch and kissing him again. Why can't I stop? She smeared her tongue on his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip.

"Hey!" Allen gasped. "Slow down, we just met."

Rebecca snapped out of her daze. What the fuck just happened? "I'm sorry, it's just been a stressful day."

Allen looked as if he regretted stopping her. "Well, I am glad you saved me..."

Rebecca couldn't believe what she just did. She excused herself and went to go take a shower, wringing her brain for some answer to her sudden aggressive behavior. She was usually kind of shy around men and never would have kissed someone she just met. Maybe she was in shock. or love?

The hot water felt like heaven on her sweaty dirty skin. She stood there for what felt like hours, feeling the water wash over her body, letting her mind slip away from all of her problems. Time seemed to drag on and soon, Rebecca felt like she couldn't remember how long she had been in the shower. The heat was getting to her head, making her dizzy. She stepped out of the shower, pulled on a robe and stumbled out of the bathroom.

"Are you alright?" Allen's voice sounded like it was muffled by the ringing in her ears.

Yeah, I'm alright. "unhhhh." She replied.

"Hey, why don't you lay down, you don't look so good." Allen said, motioning towards the bed.

But all Rebecca saw was him inviting her in to bed with him, which was exactly what she wanted. She gripped him by the collar, plunging her tongue in his mouth and pulling him to the bed. She tore at his shirt, exposing his bare well toned chest, and she couldn't help herself. She bent down and kissed his chest, letting her lips linger long enough to taste his skin. She could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest, his arms pulling at her body and robes.

Her robes fell open, reveling her young naked body to the night. Her small beautiful breasts brushed against his chest, her excited nipples sending shivers through her body, causing her to moan out in lust driven pleasure.

"Hey, why don't we slow down?" A voice called out from nowhere.

Can't slow down, must have this. She tore at his pants, her nails scratching deep in to Allen's legs in her desperation. She could tell Allen was enjoying her rough foreplay, so she moved back out to his chest and drug her nails across his chest, drawing blood. She could feel Allen's hand all over her, pulling her, shaking her, pushing her.

Dirty little boy, aren't you. She kissed him again, pulling at his bottom lip with her teeth. A sudden hot rush of life filled her mouth and it drove her wild. She swallowed, licking her lips, wondering how a kiss could taste so good. He's just the perfect guy!

She pulled his underwear off, seeing his cock spring to life before her very eyes. God, it looks good enough to eat. She bent down, wrapping her lips around his throbbing shaft, feeling his legs kicking around in pleasure. She licked and sucked his cock, loving how hot it felt in her mouth, loved the way it throbbed with every heart beat. She could feel herself growing more and more excited, her sex dripping down her leg. She just had to have it.

She climbed up on Allen's lap, positioning her pussy right above his throbbing cock. All at once, she dropped her whole weight down, impaling herself on his hot man meat. She moaned out in a long loving desperation, her body aching for more of this wonderful feeling. She bucked her hip back, feeling his cock rubbing against the sensitive inner walls of her vagina, making her moan more. Again and again, she felt him plunging deep within her, making lust for more. She kissed him again, moving to lower to kiss his neck, his collar bone. She sucked at his skin, unable to get enough of his sex drenched sweat. This guy must be dripping pheromones. She gave him a few playful bites, digging her teeth lovingly in to his skin. She felt that same wonderful hotness filling her mouth again, driving her mind wild.

Her hips started moving uncontrollably, riding his for all she was worth. She could feel her insides churning around his cock, filling her. Deeper! She felt her insides twitching slightly, jitters running up and down her spine. She drove her hips around in circles, back and forth, using his cock to hit every nook and cranny of her vagina. More! "Unhhh." She screamed. Deeper! "Unhhh." Her moans filled the room. Every second felt like hours, every moment flashing by in a gush of pleasure. Her body seized up with ecstasy, twitching and jerking as she held herself against Allen's body, feeling his heart beating as wildly as hers. She climaxed, splashing the bed with spurts of her excitement, feeling alive for the first time in her life.

Her mind was spinning so hard she could hardly even see Allen's face beside her. She kissed him, tasting his sweet lips once again. She rolled over and floated off to sleep in a sea of pleasure.


Hey Allen, are you awake? Rebecca asked as she woke up next to him the following morning.

Allen? She rolled over, finding deep red blood stains all over her bed. Allen!?

She stumbled out of bed, finding Allen's body laying on the ground next to the bed.

Allen, are you okay? She asked, turning him over, gasping at what she saw.

There were chunks ripped out of his neck and shoulders, scratches all over his body and his lips had been ripped off. Rebecca quickly looked at herself, finding that her naked body was covered in dried blood. Nothing made sense. She quickly dressed and dashed out of her house, not knowing where she was going, just desperate to be gone before whatever attacked him came back.

End


Author’s notes

First off, I really hope the whole though melting in to “speech” didn’t get too confusing. I was trying to show Rebecca’s mind slipping away to the virus. And if you couldn’t tell, the wonderful hot feeling in her mouth was his blood from when she bit him and tore off his lips.

Also I have to give a shout out to OmegaXII’s ‘Resident Evil EX: Zero’ and Staindgrey’s ‘Resident Evil: A Dead Breed.’ Both of which kind of gave me the idea for this story.

If I do end up continuing this story, I’m thinking of having Rebecca stumbling around town and randomly attacking people like a sex starved zombie, but still having her desperately holding on to the last shreds of her mind.