Resident Evil: Jill's Nightmare [Full Version]

Jill ran at breakneck speed, oblivious to her own exhaustion, driven entirely by instinct. An ordinary person would likely have collapsed by now. But Jill, a current member of S.T.A.R.S. and a former member of Triangleforce, possessed a physique far superior to most.

About an hour earlier, Jill had been searching for weapons and ammunition in a large arms shop on a once-bustling commercial street in the city center, but her luck had run out, finding only 36 rounds of 9mm pistol ammunition scattered on the ground. After the catastrophe, Lykan City descended into mad chaos. Fear had clouded the minds of its citizens, robbing them of their rationality. Especially after the zombies wiped out all of Lykan City's police force, everyone was gripped by despair. To survive, they resorted to any means necessary, gathering everything they could: weapons, ammunition, food, drinking water, gasoline, and so on. At times like these, few people would queue politely and orderly in a shopping mall as usual. "Even the usually tough Americans aren't behaving so well in the face of disaster," Jill thought to herself. After loading her meager ammunition pouch into her waistband, the woman walked towards the broken door, preparing to leave.

After a few steps, she heard scattered footsteps approaching from behind. As the footsteps drew closer, the stench of blood and the low, labored breathing of wild beasts became clearer. Having fought various monsters in this hellish city for weeks, Jill immediately recognized them: zombie dogs.

Jill slowly turned, her right hand already on her pistol sling, carefully drawing her loyal companion of the past few days: the M191 police pistol. [Full Text] Turning around, Jill saw a zombie dog, 80% rotting, staring at her with ferocious eyes. Jill slowly raised her gun, trying not to attract the dog's attention, but the zombie dog seemed to know her intentions, leaping up and pouncing on her. Jill nimbly rolled to the left, dodging the attack. She landed and immediately got to her feet. Before she could even regain her balance, she heard a thud. Jill immediately turned around, pointing her gun behind her, only to see the zombie dog pinned under a storage cabinet—perhaps it had been pushed too hard. Jill slowly walked over, raised her right leg, and kicked the dog hard in the jaw. The zombie dog whimpered and fell silent.

"This time, I'm really lucky," Jill breathed a long sigh of relief. Previously, she had encountered zombie dogs in packs, making them very difficult to deal with; Jill had always narrowly escaped death. This time, she had some strange luck, finding a lone one. Just then, she heard the same sound behind her again. Jill's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over her. Slowly turning around, she saw the other three zombie dogs staring at her. Jill slowly raised her gun, intending to kill these ferocious creatures as before. But before she could even raise her gun, the zombie dogs attacked, leaping up and charging at her from three different directions. Instead of retreating, Jill advanced, performing a forward roll to dodge them. As soon as she landed, she turned and aimed, firing three shots at a zombie dog that hadn't yet landed. Before she could even see if the dog was dead, Jill stood up as fast as she could, rushed out the door, and ran towards the alley where she planned to hide.

The street was full of obstacles. Although the zombie dogs were fast, they stumbled and bumped into obstacles many times, while Jill knew the area like the back of her hand, so she easily navigated through the various obstacles. After running for about eleven blocks, Jill quickly glanced back; the demons were nowhere to be seen. Jill breathed a sigh of relief, slowed her pace, and began jogging towards the alleyway she planned to hide in.

She encountered few obstacles along the way and quickly reached her destination.

It was a very secluded alley, behind a large shopping mall, rarely frequented except by cleaning workers. At one end of the alley was a sturdy concrete wall, and at the other were two thick iron doors. In the middle was a 23-meter-long, 4-meter-wide passageway, which Jill had carefully calculated after discovering the location. Normally, only the cleaning workers came here to collect garbage, and only they had the lock. After the catastrophe, the workers had long since disappeared, and the key to the iron doors was nowhere to be found. However, as an active-duty SWAT team member and a former Delta Force member, this was nothing to Jill. Using the lock-picking skills taught to her by her tactical group instructor in Delta Force, she easily opened the door, and this would become her hiding place.

She leaned against the hard concrete wall, breathing rapidly, her chest heaving. Her blue top and skirt were soaked with sweat, clinging to her snow-white breasts. The outlines of her two snow-white, round breasts were clearly visible, and her nipples, hardened and erect from the shock, pressed against the thin blue top like two plump beans, incredibly alluring. However, it was likely that no one alive would be able to appreciate this sight now; Lyken City had become a living hell.

After about ten minutes, Jill's breathing calmed down. The 2.8 kilometers she had just covered were a bit too much even for someone as rigorously trained as her. Her legs were now a little weak. Jill slowly leaned against the wall and sat down, intending to let her exhausted legs rest.

Before she could even settle in, a heavy thud came from the iron gate. Something was hitting the iron gate. Jill immediately jumped up, drew her gun, pointed it at the iron gate, and cautiously approached it step by step. The impacts grew louder and more forceful with each strike, and the damage to the iron gate worsened. Jill quickly assessed the force; something capable of this was likely a Licker. Judging from the frequency of the impacts, there should only be one, not difficult to deal with. But how did it find this place? With this question in mind, Jill slowly walked towards the metal trash cans in the center of the alley, now serving as her weapon storage lockers. From there, she retrieved a modified M11 Remington shotgun. Using enhanced high-explosive rounds, it had a wide spread and immense power, making it the strongest weapon Jill had collected. However, it had drawbacks: short range, significant recoil, and, most importantly, tremendous noise—a single shot was loud enough for any long-eared creature within 70 meters to hear. But Jill couldn't worry about that now. To kill a Licker, an M191 pistol would be like a tickle. Jill took the carefully wrapped M11 from the metal box, quickly unwrapped it, rushed to within 10 meters of the iron gate, aimed, and waited nervously. The banging on the iron gate abruptly stopped. Jill was puzzled, but she held her breath and continued to point her shotgun intently at the gate.

She heard the heavy footsteps recede into the distance, eventually fading from view, and relaxed. "Maybe that monster couldn't break it down after so many tries, so it gave up. A beast is a beast after all," Jill thought, putting her gun down and preparing to peek through the crack in the gate to see if the monster was gone. The woman reached the gate and cautiously peered through the crack. Besides the same chaotic street and wrecked cars everywhere, there was nothing else. Jill's tense heart finally relaxed completely. She let out a long sigh and prepared to open the gate to repair it; the monster had deformed it from the impact.

Suddenly, a heavy thud came from the alley behind her. Jill's years of police experience told her that only an object weighing over 130 kilograms falling to the ground would make such a terrifying sound. She quickly turned around, drew her gun, and pointed it at the monster behind her, but was stunned by what she saw.

A gigantic lizard stood not far from her, its veins bulging, eyes gleaming with ferocity, its massive claws outstretched as if ready to tear anything apart. The monster let out a deafening, piercing roar. It lowered its head, staring menacingly at the human woman before it, its hideous, enormous penis erect and bulging, its rough surface covered in thick, balloon-like veins, seemingly poised to pierce the beautiful woman.

"Oh my god!" Jill could hardly believe her eyes. She had thought the monster that had rammed the door was at most a licker, but it turned out to be a colossal: the Hunter. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Her eyes darted to the M11 shotgun at the Hunter's feet, wondering how she could get her hands on it.

She glanced around; there was nothing within reach except her M191 pistol and eight magazines. Jill deftly took a magazine from her pouch, aimed it at the Tyrant, and forcefully threw it. Simultaneously, she rolled forward, intending to grab her shotgun and fire a shot at the Tyrant while it swung its claws at the magazine. However, the Tyrant didn't fall for her trick. Ignoring the magazine, it leaped forward and swung its claws forcefully at Jill.

Jill's body flew through the air, crashing heavily against the wall, her bones feeling as if they were about to shatter, the pain excruciating. Before she could even stand, the Tyrant easily lifted her by one claw and slammed her against the wall. Before

Jill could react, with a "ripping" sound, her blue, tight-fitting top was brutally torn apart by the Tyrant, exposing her full, snow-white breasts to the cold air. Her two pink nipples, engorged with blood from the cold air, resembled two hard soybeans. With Jill's heavy breathing, her snow-white breasts heaved rapidly like two snow-white peaks, deeply arousing the hunter. Driven to

madness, it roared and grabbed Jill. One claw tightly locked her hands, while the other roughly kneaded her full breasts with such force that Jill felt as if her breasts were about to burst. She groaned in pain, twisting her waist desperately, her snow-white hips swaying alluringly, her legs kicking futilely at the hunter, trying her best to escape the claws piercing her chest. But this futile resistance only excited the monster further.

The hunter, consumed by lust, decided to fully enjoy the beauty before it. It slammed Jill heavily to the ground, raping her from behind. Her pristine white back was flushed with a lovely blush from the rough fall. Her round, firm buttocks were tightly encased in her short skirt, revealing the beautiful lines of her panties. Her snow-white legs were limply spread apart, revealing the pure white lace panties beneath the skirt, just like their owner. The woman lying on the ground was powerless to resist, staring at the hunter with terrified eyes. Her pitiful gaze ignited the monster's most basic instincts.

It approached Jill, its left claw roughly pressing down on her back, while its right claw easily tore through her short skirt.

A pair of round, well-trained legs were exposed to the cold night air. The pure white lace panties tightly hugged the woman's sacred place; the thin layer of silk squeezed out the beautiful shape of her vulva, and her plump labia were outlined beautifully against the transparent fabric.

The hunter, enraged, brutally tore Jill's panties apart. The woman's beautiful vulva was completely exposed to the beast's eyes. Her two plump, honeyed lips were tightly closed, proving that she was still a virgin. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair lay obediently on either side. Her small clitoris, stimulated by the cold wind, was erect, like a transparent peanut, quite beautiful. The hunter picked her up and carried her to the wall. He quickly removed her boots, leaned her frail body against the wall, held her supple legs, raised his terrifying penis, aimed at her sacred place, and thrust it in hard.

Due to its enormous size, the hunter missed his target several times, his penis blindly thrashing between Jill's legs.

Jill tried to twist her legs to escape her miserable fate, but her legs were firmly held by a pair of huge claws, and she couldn't exert any strength. Coupled with the tyrant's rough shoving earlier, her strength was pitifully weak.

"Being penetrated is only a matter of time," she thought, and the utterly desperate human beauty shed a tear of desolation.

Finally, after several stumbles, the hunter aimed at the entrance to the honeyed orifice. Its engorged member pressed against the sacred ground, inching deeper and deeper, forcing the plump labia to the side. Jill stared in despair at the hideous phallus between her legs, bracing herself for the fatal blow.

"Thud!" The wicked shaft pierced the woman's hymen, reaching deep inside. The monster's legs slammed solidly against Jill's full buttocks.

"Ah ... The tyrant's engorged member felt incredibly pleasurable gripped by the tight, honeyed orifice, and the woman's futile resistance fueled the hunter's frenzied destructive urges. It held Jill's beautiful buttocks tightly, its claws kneading her well-trained, full, rounded flesh, while its terrifying member thrust even more wildly, making a "slap, slap" sound.

"Ah!!!!!" "No!" "Please, stop!" The intense pain in her groin was excruciating for Jill. Bright red pre-ejaculate flowed down her buttocks and legs, some spilling onto the ground with the tyrant's violent thrusts, staining it a gruesome red.

"Help me!" "Please help me!" Jill cried out in anguish. But by then, there was probably no one left, or at least no living person could hear her.

In the pitch-black night, in a secluded alley, a monster was embracing a beautiful human woman, pressed tightly against the wall. The woman's legs were limp and weak.

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