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Nearly two months have passed since the tragedy that occurred in the mansion on the outskirts of
Raccoon

City. Although the incident has temporarily come to an end, the lurking biological crisis has not disappeared.
Thanks to the efforts of the S.T.A.R.S. team, the disaster caused by the Umbrella Corporation has been eliminated, but an even greater disaster is gradually spreading throughout Raccoon City…
Just as S.T.A.R.S. member Chris Jill is preparing to expose the Umbrella Corporation's conspiracy, the entire city of Raccoon has become a terrifying metropolis overrun by zombies. To survive, and to expose everything to the world, Jill Valentine is preparing to do everything in her power to escape this zombie city. She has no idea that this is an exceptionally difficult battle for survival… her last chance to escape.
*Boom!* Jill slams the door shut, keeping the pursuing zombies at bay. The streets are now engulfed in flames, and the cries and screams of people can be heard everywhere.
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"Help! Help... I need help!"
"Whoa! The wall's down... It's a zombie! The zombie's coming!"
Jill covered her ears, trying to block out all the sounds, but the cries for help, mixed with gunshots, sirens, and the sounds of tearing and crashing, still reached her ears in waves.
"Don't come any closer, don't come any closer!"
"Ugh!"
Jill couldn't take it anymore, she turned and continued running into the alley. By this time, it was completely dark, the city sky was tinged red by the firelight. There wasn't a single person to be seen in the deserted alley, and it was the same after running through several more streets.
There were no lights in the alley, and some of the doors and windows of the houses were damaged, with shards of glass and debris scattered all over the ground. Just as Jill was on edge, she heard a dying man's groan in the distance. Jill reflexively drew the gun from her waist and went towards the source of the sound, which was around the corner not far ahead.
She cautiously advanced, and saw a man around the corner, his back to her, swaying and staggering.
"Hey! Are you alright?"
The man stopped at her call, and Jill walked towards him, reaching out to put her hand on his shoulder, when the man suddenly turned around, and Jill was almost stunned. His face was covered in festering wounds, almost no intact skin, and a dead, grayish-white eyeball looked like it might pop out of its socket at any moment. His other eye and half his head were smashed apart, whether by a shotgun or something else.
"Zombie!"
Jill abruptly pointed her gun at him and fired. The bullet pierced his body, blood splattering everywhere, but the man only leaned back slightly before slowly approaching again.
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"Don't kill me... I'm human..."
the man groaned. Jill hesitated for a moment, then the strange man lunged at her with outstretched arms, but Jill dodged the attack.
"Don't kill me!"
"My body won't obey!"
This was a pitiful creature still conscious and not fully zombified. Jill had only encountered zombies turned from dead humans before, and had never faced a situation like this before. She didn't know what to do for a moment, and this hesitation gave the creature an opportunity to rush forward again.
"Don't shoot! Don't... Ugh!"
At this point, Jill no longer considered it human. She repeatedly pulled the trigger, blasting several small, bloody holes in the zombie's body. The zombie screamed and collapsed to the ground, but immediately reached out and grabbed Jill's ankle. Jill's shots had not hit any vital organs. Jill struggled
, but the creature's withered fingers were extremely strong, digging deeply into her calf, which was clad in a tall boot. Seeing that the creature opened its mouth wide, about to bite her leg, Jill hurriedly tried to roll away to break free, but unexpectedly, the creature not only didn't bite, but instead straddled Jill and pinned her to the ground. Jill struggled, trying to push him away with both hands, but her strength was unexpectedly great. He straddled her lap, and her efforts were completely futile. Then he ripped open Jill's blue low-cut top, revealing a white lace bra, and with another tug, her beautiful, full breasts sprang out.
"Whoa! What are you doing?" Jill screamed.
"I told you not to hit me, but you hit me anyway! Now you'll know what I'm capable of!" The zombie grinned menacingly.
"Let me go!" Jill pointed her gun at the zombie, but missed; the previous attack had already fired all the bullets.
Jill drew her dagger and plunged it into the zombie's head. The zombie let out a horrible scream, and red blood mixed with white brain matter gushed from the wound, but the zombie did not fall.
"You bitch!"
The zombie angrily threw a punch, the force of which sent Jill's head slamming against the ground. Watching Jill kick her long legs, struggling to get up, her white panties barely visible beneath her flipped-up miniskirt, the zombie couldn't help but imagine those beautiful legs wrapping around him, and his lower body swelled.
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"Zombies can get erections?" Jill exclaimed in surprise.
"Of course! This is erotic fiction. What's the point of writing if zombies can't get erections?" the zombie replied.
"No...don't do this!" The scream turned into a pitiful plea, and tears welled in Jill's eyes.
"Too late!"
The zombie's hand reached from her waist to her breasts, suddenly gripping her left breast tightly. Jill twisted her body, trying to shake off the hand, but it clung on tightly and began to move, its fingertips gently digging into her nipple—Jill's most sensitive spot.
A tingling sensation struck her, and Jill trembled as if electrocuted, almost making her dizzy. She quickly regained her senses and twisted her head to resist the swirling vortex of lust. "No, just kidding, how can I be raped by a zombie?" Jill's elbow slammed into the zombie's face.
"Hey! Are you scratching my itch?"
The zombie seemed completely oblivious to pain. Despite Jill's exertion, the zombie didn't even flinch, its eerie smile still etched on half its face.
The hand on its chest played with its breasts, making them perk up. Then it slowly moved downwards, gently stroking Jill's smooth abdomen, which happened to be her erogenous zone. A flush rose on Jill's face, and she knew clearly that it wasn't shyness.
"No! Please..."
Jill squeezed her legs together tightly, twisting violently. The zombie didn't continue; instead, it quietly admired the scene. Jill was only wearing a torn, thin t-shirt and a pair of panties, the t-shirt barely covering the panties. Her pale, pinkish-white thighs were completely exposed. Especially when she moved, the black lace panties at the base of her thighs were also visible. The mysterious triangle area was faintly visible, incredibly sexy.
The evil hand continued to explore, breaking through Jill's defenses and reaching the mysterious Bermuda Triangle.
Jill's opening was already overflowing with love juice, and the zombie's rough fingers continued to rub against the entrance. Jill felt as if she was about to melt.
"Ah ah..."
"Already so wet? You slut!"
The fingers slid over the raised ridges and deep trenches, and suddenly, the broken middle finger slightly raised its head and gently sank into the trench.
"Ah!"
Jill screamed, not from pain, but from being overwhelmed by an even greater pleasure. All the strength seemed to drain from her body; she unconsciously wiggled her legs to gain even more pleasure, while the zombie continued to probe her orifice with its fingers, watching Jill's lewd expression.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..."
Jill trembled with the rhythmic in-and-out motion of the zombie's fingers. The rough, rotting fingers brought an unexpected and strange pleasure; a tingling sensation coursed through her body, and she couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure, so she couldn't help but moan.
"Mmm...mmm..."
Jill's expression was no longer discernible as either desperate sobs or extreme pleasure; tears streamed down her face.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" the zombie's hoarse voice asked in Jill's ear.
Jill desperately tried to resist, but her body reacted in the opposite way; her fluids flowed freely, running down her legs, but she was powerless to stop it, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.
"Please...please...don't...don't..."
Unexpectedly, this had the opposite effect; Jill's pleas only fueled the zombie's lust.
"Don't what? Don't stop?" The zombie pulled out the huge, rotting thing. The festering flesh was already hard and erect.
A flicker of fear crossed Jill's suddenly opened eyes. Before she could react, the zombie grabbed her buttocks and thrust the enormous member into her vagina.
"No, no!" Jill's tear-filled, red eyes showed rejection, but he still forcefully pushed into her fleshy opening. The previous climax hadn't subsided, and an unbearable excitement surged again. Jill opened her mouth and screamed loudly. Although she said she didn't want to, her body went against her heart, happily responding to the zombie.
The sudden, excruciating pain made her instinctively cling tightly to the zombie's blood-soaked, pus-covered body. The zombie's mouth emitted a repulsive stench as he continued to thrust. Gradually, the pain subsided, replaced by waves of pleasure. Each thrust of the rotting penis against her clitoris seemed to push her to even greater climaxes. Love fluid mixed with blood and pus gushed out, dripping down her thighs to the ground. She felt a surge rising deep within her body, and at the same time, she noticed the zombie's thrusts were accelerating. She didn't understand, but she sensed the final moment was approaching. Her hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the zombie's throat…
Finally, a stream of heat shot deep into Jill's secret place, and Jill screamed with the arrival of her climax… At the same time, Jill's hand snapped as if breaking a hollow log; the zombie's head flew off its body, rolling a long distance on the ground. Its body stopped moving, its grip loosened, and blood from its neck formed a pool on the ground, quickly spreading.
"What kind of monster is that..." Jill gasped, still shaken. Just then, another rustling sound came from behind her. She turned around abruptly and saw four or five zombies, seemingly drunk, slowly approaching her...
Footsteps echoed through the sea of fire and ruins. Claude and Brian, belonging to the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasures Unit (UBCS), emerged from the building carrying heavy rifles.
"Hey, Brian, how many did you take down?" It was Claude who spoke, seemingly carefree and unserious, but actually a very sentimental and passionate man.
"Eleven. How about you?" Brian, straightforward but slightly overly sentimental, replied.
"Hehe, sorry! One more than you."
"What? No way!"
"Don't forget the Coke and hamburger you lost the bet on!"
"Shit!" Brian cursed under his breath, then looked up at the sky.
The sky was perpetually a gloomy gray, with a light drizzle. At this moment, Raccoon City was teeming with all sorts of grotesque mutated creatures; these monsters were originally animals from Earth, infected by the T-virus created by the Umbra Corporation. They moved slowly, but upon encountering other creatures, they tore them apart and devoured them, their bodies covered in black filth and rotting tissue—commonly known as "zombies."
"But Brian… what happened to Raccoon City? Why did it become like this?"
"Even a fool could guess! Those guys from S.T.A.R.S. always treated us like fools, calling us rats. Now they've become the rats themselves, being chased by zombies throughout their burnt-down town, and that's why they sent us to clean up their mess. I told you, they deserved it! If they had sent us earlier…" "
Huh? Brian, watch out!"
Brian was speaking gleefully when suddenly a figure appeared from the alleyway, arms outstretched, lunging at him. Hearing his companion's warning, Brian reflexively stepped back. The figure missed its target, fell to the ground, and roared.
"That was close. There was another zombie." Brian stomped on the zombie's body and pointed his gun at the back of its head. "Sorry, Claude, looks like your burger and cola are gone. Our bet is over this time."
Just as Brian was about to pull the trigger, Claude suddenly stopped him. "Wait, Brian, isn't that Jill?"
Brian was stunned. "Jill? You must be kidding me. How could she be here... wait, it really is her!" He moved the gun up a few centimeters, but his foot on Jill remained firmly planted.
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"That stinky woman... she's turned into a zombie too?" Claude said with disgust.
"Yeah, but she doesn't seem to have any wounds..." Brian thoughtfully examined Jill, who was struggling at his feet, then suddenly remembered something and turned to Claude, asking, "You called her a slut... Did she do something unforgivable to you?"
Claude blushed and stammered for a moment before speaking. "Actually, it's nothing... I just thought she was pretty good-looking and had a hot body. Last week I went to see her, wanting to ask her out for a drink. I was very sincere, but I didn't expect her to answer..."
"Did she say, 'Even if all the men in the world died, I wouldn't go out with you'?"
Claude's eyes widened. "How did you know?" But then he understood, "...Ah, could it be that you also..."
"Yeah, just like you!" Brian nodded, then stomped on Jill a few times. Jill let out a ferocious roar, as if she wanted to tear Brian and Claude to pieces. "That bitch, just because she's a little pretty, she thinks she's all high and mighty."
"Yeah! She acts all high and mighty, but in the end she'll just become a zombie. It would be better if we just took her already." Claude chimed in.
"So... what should we do with her now?" Brian asked.
Jill struggled and groaned again, but Brian pressed down on her tightly, like a rock, not moving an inch. However, he did tear a hole in Jill's t-shirt, revealing glimpses of her round, white cleavage.
Brian and Claude stopped talking and watched Jill writhe. Jill had a very well-proportioned figure, a slender waist, smooth thighs, and full hips, forming a beautiful curve from her neck to her feet. Her calves and feet were white and soft. Becoming a zombie didn't seem to diminish her beauty; she was simply a masterpiece of God, an incarnation of an angel. Brian and Claude stared, momentarily swallowing hard.
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Claude broke the silence, "Hey, Brian?"
"What?" Brian was still staring intently at Jill's half-naked breasts, drooling.
"You...you're not thinking the same thing as me, are you?"
Brian turned to look at Claude in surprise, "Are you crazy? That's impossible."
"Why not? Where else would you find a hot babe like Jill to fuck if you leave here?"
"But she's a zombie!" Brian groaned.
"A zombie is good! Just think... those full breasts, that slender waist, that round ass... and she won't tell anyone if I fuck her. Ah... it excites me..."
"Claude, you're not serious, are you!"
"Why not?"
"Rape a zombie? That's fun, let's do it!"
"Let's fulfill our desires here!"
Claude said, reaching to unpack his pants, but Brian quickly stopped him with his other hand, the one not holding the gun. "Idiot, doing it here and getting discovered by other zombies is suicide!
" "You're right. So, how about we go to the empty room in the building ahead?"
"Okay, okay. But don't forget to tie her mouth shut, it'll be bad if she bites you."
"You're really calm, people usually get an erection just looking at her." Claude said, tearing off a piece of his shirt to tie Jill's mouth shut. Jill struggled and almost bit off Claude's finger. Claude hesitated for a moment in the nick of time, but a strong lust immediately took over his heart. After
a while, the two finally pinned Jill face down on the ground and tied her hands behind her back. Because the two men were working together, Jill seemed to be powerless since she had just become a zombie, and her hands were bound with tape. " Now we can enjoy ourselves properly ," Brian said. The two dragged Jill like a dead dog towards a building not far away. ********** ... "Just as I imagined, what a beautiful body. Look at her breasts, like rubber balls, so comfortable to touch." Claude praised, stroking Jill's breasts. "Look at Jill's panties, they're semi-transparent, and look how beautiful these pubic hairs are." Claude's gaze lingered on Jill's thighs. They were panties with black lace trim, and through the thin fabric, one could vaguely see the dark pubic hair at the base of her thighs. "It's a pity I can't get her to give me a blowjob because I'm afraid she'll bite," Brian sighed. " I want to suck on her breasts." Claude, who had been holding her breasts, pressed his upper body against Jill and began licking her nipples. Brian, not to be outdone, pressed his face against her cleavage, taking the other nipple into his mouth and inhaling the sweet fragrance of her breasts. "Mmm..." Jill's resistance gradually weakened. Two large hands vigorously kneaded her breasts, making her breasts red and swollen, while her nipples gradually became erect. "Huh? Brian, zombies' nipples get hard too?" "Idiot, how would I know?" "Brian, you need to hold Jill tight, I want to see what her pussy looks like. Excuse me, Jill, can I see her pussy?" "Fool! There's no point in begging now, just look!" "Ah!" As if understanding their conversation, Jill squeezed her legs together, but held down by the two big men, she couldn't exert any strength and was still forcefully pulled apart by Claude. The thin panties couldn't hide the allure between her thighs, and Jill's private parts were completely exposed to their gaze. Claude continued to admire her beautiful body. He lifted her black mini skirt, revealing everything below her navel. Her snow-white abdomen, slender white thighs, and adorable private parts. (45.16kb) Just like a normal reaction from a living person, she kept twisting her thighs, trying to cover it up. But it was in vain, and the twisting of her white thighs only made her more sexy. "Claude, you can smell her panties for so long, why don't you hurry up and take them off?" "Oh, you're right, I was stunned for a moment." "Ah, mmm, mmm, mmm..." After Claude reached under Jill's skirt, Jill reflexively squeezed her thighs together and began to resist, but she couldn't last long. Brian firmly pressed her upper body down. "Claude, I'll control her from behind, you hurry up and do it!" At this moment, Claude's hands moved up from her thighs and grabbed the waistband of her panties. He quickly pulled down Jill's panties and immediately put his hands into Jill's mysterious triangle. "Mmm..." It was unexpectedly sensitive, Jill's flower heart had already begun to seep wet. "Hey, Brian, she's already wet!" Claude said, "I never knew zombies could get wet." "That's a must, it's like an erotic novel!" Jill's fine, slightly curled pubic hair covered her pink mounds. The center shimmered with a beautiful sheen. Claude's hand slipped inside her skirt, initially tracing the crevice, but slowly penetrating deeper as it became wet. "Ahhh..." Jill wiggled her hips, but her strength was insufficient to remove his fingers from the crevice. Claude's fingertips, like a nimble dagger, plunged into the deepest part of her flower. "Ahhh..." The sudden stimulation elicited an immediate response from Jill's body; her vaginal walls contracted sharply inward, secreting fluid rapidly, awaiting further action. The muscles on her thighs and lower abdomen also tensed suddenly. "Oh, clenched tight, what a nice ass!" Claude looked at Jill's crevice with satisfaction, then pulled down his camouflage trousers and underwear, revealing his menacing weapon, and then, from behind Jill, slapped her mounds. "Ugh... ugh..." "Oh? Is it comfortable? Pretending to be a saint, you're actually a lustful woman. Even as a zombie, your body doesn't lie." Claude grasped the base of his thick penis, guiding it into the crevice of her buttocks, rubbing it up and down against the edge of her mysterious valley. "Ah...ah..." Jill writhed restlessly . Brian, in a frantic rush, slowly stroked her swollen breasts, desperately twisting his body, trying to see what Jill's most mysterious place looked like. But all he could see was Claude's head and a patch of dark pubic hair. Finally, he couldn't help but say, "Claude, hurry up! Why are you the only one enjoying yourself? I want to do it too!" "Don't rush, it'll be your turn soon." "I can't hold back anymore. Look at how hard it's getting!" At this moment, Claude's glans touched Jill's most sensitive clitoris. "Ah..." Jill involuntarily twisted her hips, her body flailing wildly on the ground. "Okay, it should be wet enough, I guess I can put it in now!" Claude muttered to himself, while... "Ah...ah..." Jill screamed hysterically. The man began to thrust violently, frantically going in and out. "Hey Brian, does this count as necrophilia?" "Claude, you're so noisy! Are you always this talkative during sex?"

"Oh, this feels so good."
Jill was gradually starting to moan, begging and crying. But her body betrayed her; her bud clenched tighter and tighter with the new stimulation, giving the man a surge of power. He thrust in without hesitation. Again and again, each time urging on the next, large beads of sweat appeared on both of their foreheads.
"So good!" Claude shouted, panting as he lay on top of Jill.
"You're so lame, Claude, you only lasted three minutes."
"I came inside, will I get pregnant?"
"Idiot! How can a zombie get pregnant? Get away, get away, now it's my turn."
Jill lay on the floor, her beautiful naked body exposed. Her neat hair was spread out, half of her face was covered by it, and through her mouth, which was bound by her clothes, one could vaguely see her white teeth as she panted.
"Ugh, filthy, it's all your semen." Brian said, aiming his penis at the target with one hand, holding Jill's buttocks with the other, and slowly thrusting forward, penetrating Jill's bud still dripping with Claude's secretions. The glans popped and disappeared. "Huh? Not bad! Claude's semen is quite warm."
Brian hummed, experiencing an indescribable, wonderful feeling, his penis throbbing. As soon as he entered, he immediately began to thrust violently.
"What does that feel like? I want to try it later."
"You little brat, still not satisfied?"
Claude grinned wickedly, watching Brian thrust into Jill's body again and again, Jill's black hair flying with the movements, and beads of sweat dripping from Brian's forehead. Jill, who had been lying down, was awakened again by the intense stimulation, letting out a muffled moan.
"Ahhh... Jill! I'm going to cum!"
Hot liquid sprayed into Jill's uterus.
Jill's naked body arched back in the man's arms, emitting wanton roars of orgasm, while Brian gasped for breath, unable to speak.
"My turn!"
"Really? You're good again, kid?"
"Hehe..." Claude switched places with Brian, giving him a lewd look. "Brian, yours seems a little smaller than mine..."
"Damn!"
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"Tie her up tight, she shouldn't be able to escape," Claude said.
"Yeah, we can come back and do it anytime before she rots away. It's a waste to throw her away after just one time," Brian said.
After confirming that the ropes binding Jill were tight and secure enough, Claude and Brian turned and went downstairs.
"Strange, Jill doesn't seem to have any wounds. Guess how she died?"
"How should I know? Oh, right, Brian, don't forget the bet! I still want to win a hamburger and a Coke."
"Alright, alright! Fine, go ahead and buy it. Let's find our teammates first, then get out of this awful place quickly."
"Hmm...wait, why do I suddenly feel a little dizzy?" Claude's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
"Hey, kid!" Brian kicked him. "Stop pretending to be dead. Did you just have sex and your legs went weak? How lame..." But before he could finish speaking, he too went weak and collapsed to the ground.
"Uh...Brian, I feel so cold!" Claude said, trembling, to Brian who was lying beside him.
"Me too, huh?" Brian felt his chest. "My heart stopped beating."
Claude's eyes widened, speechless.
"Hey, Claude, do you think we turned into zombies because we slept with Jill?"
Claude's eyes widened, and after a long pause, he finally uttered, "I've never heard of turning into a zombie by having sex with one!"
"That's because nobody's stupid enough to have sex with a zombie! Oh..." Brian groaned again. "By the way, I just asked you, did you find it strange that Jill didn't seem to have any wounds? Do you think she died?"
Claude slowly shook his head. "Brian, what do you think?" "
Do you think she might have slept with a zombie? That would explain why she turned into a zombie even though she didn't have any wounds." " That
makes sense... Ah, my heart has stopped beating too.
" "Then goodbye, Claude." "
Bye-bye, Brian."
... ********** ... "No wonder those two didn't come back yesterday, they were taken care of?" He thought to himself as he opened the door in front of him. "Jill!" Carlos's eyes widened, almost in disbelief. How could she be here? How could she be completely naked? Carlos's mind was a mess. Regardless, he didn't like Jill. Ever since the last time he confidently drove his sports car, trying to pursue Jill, only to be met with her reply, "Even if every man in the world died, I wouldn't go out with you," he'd been ridiculed by his teammates to the point of humiliation. He was so handsome and charming, no girl should be able to resist him... Thinking of this, he suddenly decided against saving her. Since there was no one around, perhaps... A strange smile appeared on his face as he slowly walked towards Jill... [The End]

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