【Resident Evil: Jill's Wrong Path】(01) Author: monica98

Author: monica98
Word Count: 14713
The dimly lit building flickered with light, an eerie, blood-red aura permeating the empty corridors
. The darkness in the distance resembled a greedy maw, eager to devour all life.
Jill tightened her grip on the magazine at her waist, her right hand firmly holding a .47 pistol. The pistol wasn't powerful, but it was
her most reliable weapon in the current situation. Since stepping into Raccoon City, the experiences of the past few days had completely overturned
her previous understanding of this world. Due to the spread of the virus samples, a large number of creatures had mutated, becoming insensitive to
pain, bloodthirsty, physically rigid, and mentally stagnant. Many residents of the city had also been affected;
those infected had vacant eyes, slow movements, and festering sores all over their bodies, looking as if they had crawled out of hell. Just
yesterday,
Jill witnessed an infected child lunge at his mother, frantically biting her neck. The woman's helpless
and painful screams attracted other infected people. It seemed the blood had triggered their subconscious;
they surged forward, instantly engulfing the young mother.
Such tragedies were spreading throughout the city, one misfortune after another. The remaining survivors began to
gather and move towards the church.
Relying on collected weapons and using the terrain, they temporarily brought the situation under control. Survivors supported and
cooperated with each other; humanity's indomitable will and tenacious fighting spirit were vividly displayed in the face of disaster. However, everyone
knew that if external aid and military support didn't arrive soon, this fragile balance would soon be broken.
Jill is an active-duty member of the STERS, sent to investigate the cause of the incident. Due to
various circumstances, or rather, misfortune, Jill now has to face the city alone for the time being. She is a soldier with
excellent professional ethics; long-term training and a stubborn personality mean she will not back down until she finds the answer.
Besides, her comrades, stained with blood, wouldn't allow her to back down. Her abilities in infiltration, reconnaissance, and survival in dire situations far
surpassed those of ordinary people. But even she seemed so helpless when facing those extraordinary circumstances. Just now, while collecting
the source virus, she was ambushed by three mutated dogs in a narrow passage. If it weren't for her excellent physical fitness and the stroke of
luck, the consequences would have been unimaginable. At this moment, cold sweat poured down her forehead, her full
chest heaving, as if she needed to inhale more air to calm her panic and fear. Leaning against the dim but
temporarily safe room, Jill tried her best to relax her tense body and mind. Everyone has moments of fear
, but a few people know better how to control themselves, and Jill clearly understood this well. After a short rest, this lonely
figure once again groped her way into the dark passageway.
To find the source of the virus, she needed to find the source of its processing, which must be located somewhere unknown in this city.
Perhaps it was precisely an ordinary, unremarkable street corner that became the gateway to hell.
Jill cautiously crouched down behind a wall, her years of training giving her an immediate sense of
unease. There seemed to be something at the street corner ahead; she cautiously peered through the wall. Suddenly,
a loud bang rang out—the sound of a shotgun. The close-range lethality of such weapons was undeniable. In an instant,
a figure, stained with red, was thrown out—yes, thrown out, arcing through the air and crashing into a pile of bamboo
baskets by the roadside. Without some cushioning, it would have been fatal. The person lying on the ground was a man; he struggled to his feet,
while another figure approached step by step, leaving Jill, hiding in the shadows, stunned. Good heavens… what is that thing?
Its deathly pale skin was tinged with
bluish-red muscle fibers and veins, a grotesque mix of flesh. Its powerful limbs lay prone on the ground, its sharp
claws seemingly capable of tearing a person in two in an instant. On its lizard-like head were three pebble-like protrusions
—three eyes that were nauseating and chilling. Jill's mind went blank. How could the Creator have created such
a terrifying creature?
On the monster's right shoulder was an explosive wound, white and red liquid churning and dripping, with strands of blue hair emerging—
undoubtedly the marks left by a shotgun. The monster was clearly enraged. It furiously
locked its three white eyes onto the man, its Adam's apple bobbing as it let out a hellish roar. Simultaneously, its body began to contract like a bow,
poised to deliver a fatal blow. Blood stained the man's chest and shirt, his features contorted in pain
. Ignoring his injuries, he struggled to turn his gun; he needed to aim. At this moment, the shotgun in his right hand was his last
hope and struggle…
The monster's massive and swift body shot out like an arrow. It wanted to tear the man's body apart, using its long, sharp
claws to pluck out the sweet blood and flesh. In an instant, a .47mm bullet from his right side
whistled through the air, and Jill struck the monster's head with perfect precision. At the same time, the man's shotgun
went off.
The monster's robust body collapsed instantly, its limbs twitching unwillingly, as if expressing its dissatisfaction at being ambushed
.
Ah, thankfully, the attack was timely. Jill quickly went to the man's side, but seeing the bowl-sized hole in his chest, his eyebrows involuntarily
furrowed. Perhaps it was still too late. A sense of powerlessness welled up in Jill's heart.
Everything he saw and heard in this city was about the insignificance and fragility of life, and there was so little he could do. The man stammered, trying to say something to Jill, but after struggling twice, he pointed his right hand to a 　　rolling door
not far ahead .
Jill looked up and saw a worn yet clean back door of a small supermarket,
blending silently into the surrounding silence. The man's left hand trembled as he pulled something from his pocket, his eyes filled with hope
. Jill quickly stepped forward and took his hand—it was a key. Looking at the man again, his eyes began to glaze over;
the colors of the world faded into a calm, dim light.
Sometimes life is like this, a desperate struggle, a search for another door with blood and hope. Jill slung
the shotgun the man had left behind over her shoulder and approached the worn door…
At first glance, it looked no different from any other supermarket's inventory area, except the goods seemed quite old, and
there was a faint smell of decay in the air. A cool, damp breeze brushed past Jill's face. She
immediately realized the airflow came from somewhere in the basement. She had a feeling, perhaps a professional instinct…
Jill felt she should find the source of this wind; perhaps something was hidden there, perhaps it
was indeed connected to the questions in her heart. Without hesitation, she ventured inside.
The dimly lit corridor, the gloomy walls, the descending steps—the dampness grew heavier, only her own footsteps echoing in the silence
.
Turning a corner, a large, open courtyard suddenly opened up before her. From a distance, she could see many large glass containers,
seemingly containing something. From this vantage point, Jill couldn't see clearly. Mechanical arms hung down from above, connecting
container after container. Apart from a few lights, there were no other light sources; the machines had no power supply, the indicator lights were
dim. This workshop had probably been abandoned for a long time, Jill thought.
She continued deeper. The suspended mechanical arms and dark green containers, like cold statues,
surrounded her, squeezing her; the entire space was oppressive, chilling her heart. What were these ghostly bottles filled with? Jill
thought resentfully. The enormous containers were just the right size to hold a person. Hold a person? Jill's chill
was amplified by her own assumptions. She stood on tiptoe, stretching her arms to wipe away the stains on the container.
The surface of the container gradually glowed white, and the dark green solution inside reflected Jill's pretty yet resolute face through the walls. Upon closer
inspection, Jill noticed three white dots inside the container, like natural pebbles, radiating an enigmatic
luster. For a fleeting moment, the three white dots seemed to focus, staring intently at Jill's face
. Were they alive? Jill took a step back in fear. No, the white dots didn't move; it was an illusion. But
why did her unease grow stronger? At the same time, a dark shadow suddenly swept across the surface of the container. Jill keenly caught
it in that split second and instinctively rolled to the side. With a whoosh, the powerful impact
sliced the container in half, splashing the solution all over Jill. At this moment, she no longer cared what was inside the containers. Jill
instinctively performed a series of continuous rolls, simultaneously grabbing the shotgun slung over her back and firing
a shot at the massive figure behind her. A low, whirring sound came from behind; the pain slowed the shadowy figure, giving Jill
a moment to catch her breath. She nimbly rose to her feet and ran without looking back down the corridor.
...
Shouldn't this be the same kind of monster that attacked the man? Why is this place full of these disgusting things
? Are all those containers filled with this stuff? What should she do next? What other secrets does the underground container vault hold? But
she couldn't go there easily. And this damned solution—she only now felt the slippery, cold liquid
clinging to her skin, exuding a fragrance and a damp heat. Damn it! Jill's mind was in turmoil; she needed
a temporarily safe place to calm down and clear her thoughts.
Near the exit, Jill climbed along a shelf into a ventilation shaft. The high vantage point offered a wide view and made her less
likely to be spotted, providing her with short-term safety. Perhaps it was the exertion of running, or perhaps it was the
muggy weather, but Jill felt a burning sensation all over her body inside the ventilation duct. This heat traveled up the sweat glands on her neck
and spread throughout her entire body. Her already full and firm breasts became even more prominent, the white flesh stretching her blue corset
into two coconut-like curves that trembled with her breath. Her two nipples stood proudly erect, like two
plump beans, evoking a sense of tenderness. Jill curled up, her left hand involuntarily pressing against her lower body, the burning sensation there
intensifying, a tingling sensation that instinctively stirred a sense of anticipation and restlessness within her. Her round, plump buttocks
swayed with her body, revealing their curves, her long, firm legs intertwined as if to release the desires within her body in an instant.
What's wrong with me? How could I do such a thing in a place like this? A sliver of clarity remained in Jill's mind.
Was it that liquid? Damn it... I have to get out of here immediately. The qualities and physical potential of an excellent soldier
helped her regain some of her composure, and she continued crawling forward along the ventilation shaft. Before long, Jill seemed to have
forgotten the earlier agitation and heat. However, Jill was unaware that certain changes occurring in her body were beginning
to exceed her expectations.
Yes, at that moment, Jill's body began to emit a faint fragrance,
which grew stronger with the earlier agitation. But Jill herself, the source of the fragrance, was completely unaware of it. This fragrance,
like a strong suggestion and guide, drew something from the darkness towards her.
A bright light appeared not far ahead; to Jill, whose eyes had adjusted to the darkness, it was a clear exit signal
. A surge of joy welled up within her, and Jill quickened her crawling pace. And from some point onward,
she felt her strength seemed inexhaustible.
Ah, light! As the soft light of the setting sun warmly bathed Jill's cheeks, peace and joy radiated from her lips
. She immediately opened the vent, propped herself up, and tried to crawl out. But fear
struck at that moment; a force gripped Jill's legs, pulling her inward little by little. A chill instantly spread
through Jill's body. Instinctively, she braced herself against the vent, struggling to free herself from the force.
It was a rather awkward moment; Jill couldn't make any effective counterattack. Fortunately, the force seemed to be
equal to Jill's strength, keeping half of her body exposed.
What was that thing? Jill couldn't see it, but from the tactile sensation, it seemed more like some kind of slime. She
kicked and struggled, but couldn't hit anything; it felt like her lower body was swimming in glue. Yes, swimming in glue
…
The slime seemed unsatisfied with its current gains, gradually climbing up Jill's thighs from her calves. Jill felt
the situation worsening and desperately twisted her waist, trying to break free from the current predicament. Suddenly, a tingling, burning
pleasure shot from her genitals to her brain, stimulating her nerves like a high-voltage current. It was mucus extending from her body cavity,
like suction cups, that had precisely and firmly adhered to Jill's genitals. Oh God, what was it doing?
Jill nearly lost her composure; she gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, her pretty face flushed red. Her two prominent breasts rose and
fell with her heavy breathing. From the outside, a disheveled beauty was half-lying on the vent, helplessly writhing
her upper body, her face displaying a strange yet satisfied expression—it was hard to tell whether it was pain or ecstasy.
Jill felt as if her genitals were being pressed down and torn back and forth by a flat-topped, rounded comb. That thing...
With each movement of her pants, her labia majora, minora, and clitoris rolled up and down. Even worse, that thing
was now sucking on her panties, pulling them down relentlessly. The fabric's expansion could no longer withstand the tentacle's pull, and
a large hole was torn in it. "Oh God, no!" Jill cried out in panic. Upon touching Jill's real skin, the tentacle's movements became noticeably more urgent. A smooth yet 　　firm appendage
suddenly extended from the sucker's mouth and entered Jill's body without hesitation. No… a cry of agony rose from the depths of Jill's heart. She 　　never imagined that one day she would be violated by an unknown monster, one whose appearance she didn't even know. 　　The piercing pain instantly weakened Jill's resistance, and her body was immediately sucked in by the sticky force. Just 　　when she was utterly despondent, thinking that her entire being was about to be devoured, an even stronger force suddenly pulled on her 　　shirt and arms, ripping her upper body out again. Jill was momentarily stunned and at a loss. Instinctively, she raised 　　her face, wanting to see who had pulled her out of danger. Instead, she was 　　met with a pungent stench. Then, she saw a decaying, rotten face; one empty, lifeless black eye socket, the other ugly 　　white eye greedily staring at her. 　　God, if there is a hell, Jill believed she was on the nineteenth level. 　　The zombie's powerful tug tore open Jill's shirt, revealing her full, white breasts. 　　Most of them spilled out. Her firm, white breasts swayed back and forth with the momentum, rippling with waves of milk. Her 　　already erect nipples, bathed in the setting sun, resembled pink cherries, exuding an alluring fragrance. The zombie could no longer 　　resist. It opened its festering mouth and swallowed the cherry-like nipple and her tender flesh whole. The sweet, milky scent, mixed 　　with Jill's unique fragrance, immediately overwhelmed the zombie's remaining nervous system. It thoroughly enjoyed the sweet 　　and tender sensation, greedily devouring Jill's two breasts. Both hands simultaneously encircled 　　Jill's back, clawing and groping as if trying to tear her apart. 　　The other, slimy tentacle continued its relentless work, the prosthetic limb pressing against Jill's labia, rubbing and sucking . 　　The appendage on the suction nozzle, though not thick or long, moved in and out rapidly, its urgent churning making Jill's vagina feel like a vast, 　　swampy ocean. Now, Jill's body was under attack from both inside and out, overwhelmed. In an instant, that familiar burning sensation filled 　　every inch of her body; a tingling pleasure leaped and embraced her. Her beautiful body twitched slightly, revealing a faint blush 　　. "Ah, someone save me!" Jill groaned weakly, glistening sweat seeping out in large amounts. This fragrant 　　sweat was the best aphrodisiac, further arousing the monster's senses. Jill's resistance had long since crumbled, allowing the two 　　hideous monsters to ravage her body. The sounds of slapping below and sucking against 　　her chest rose and fell. 　　Soon, Jill's clothes were almost torn to shreds by the zombies, and her fair skin was covered in several blue and red scratches. The zombies 　　knew nothing of tenderness. 　　They relentlessly sucked and clawed at Jill's tender breasts, the surging softness and sweetness driving them mad. Their hands groped wildly 　　across her beautiful body, their erect penis thrusting and pounding like a warrior, while their 　　lower bodies desperately sought an opening but could find no way to break through. The zombie's growing desire made it restless 　　, and it suddenly tightened its grip on Jill, pulling her away. Jill's moans instantly turned into painful screams, as 　　the force from both sides made her feel as if her spine was about to break. The zombie's strength was so fierce that it instantly pulled Jill 　　out along with her strange, slimy fluid. Jill's lower body was enveloped in a blue liquid. 　　Several tentacles covered in suckers swayed on her hill-like body, looking grotesque and terrifying. Interestingly, the 　　suckers exposed to the sunlight began to emit bluish smoke. This intense burning sensation caused it to put Jill down and 　　quickly retract its protruding half-body into the ventilation duct, disappearing in the blink of an eye. 　　The zombie seemed to be in a particularly good mood. It grinned greedily; nothing 　　excited it more than possessing this beautiful flesh before it. It roughly flipped Jill over, making her buttocks face it. Her plump, 　　round buttocks immediately outlined a perfect peach shape. Jill's strong, slender legs were helplessly exposed, her crotch completely 　　bare, her most private parts utterly exposed. This naked temptation overwhelmed the zombie. 　　It grabbed her two elastic buttocks with both hands and thrust them hard into that lush paradise. "Ah, no 　　!" Jill cried out, instinctively twisting her full hips, trying to break free from the zombie's clutches 　　. Her plump, fleshy buttocks were warm and elastic; this twisting and friction aroused even more pleasure in the zombie. 　　It wrapped its arms around Jill's waist, allowing her to struggle without completely breaking free, fully enjoying the fragrant, undulating movements 　　. Jill's vagina was narrow and tight; although it was already overflowing with vaginal fluid inside the ventilation duct, the zombie's lower body was obstructed, only 　　penetrating halfway. The pleasurable sensation transmitted through the moist, tender vaginal walls made the zombie roar. It pressed hard 　　against Jill's waist, thrusting again, this time its penis plunging deep into the depths of Jill's uterus. Jill's last line of 　　defense collapsed. The intense pleasure and pain caused her to arch her back to its maximum extent, helplessly swinging her long hair, as if 　　cooperating with the zombie's rape. Each thrust of the monster made Jill involuntarily let out a cry of agony. Oh 　　no! "Come out already, it's too big!" Jill felt like her lower body was being torn apart. At this moment, her whole body was limp and 　　powerless; besides painful groans, she had no ability to resist. She didn't know how much time had passed before Jill's vagina began 　　to adapt to this relentless assault. Pleasure gradually overshadowed the pain, and a tingling sensation once again took over her consciousness. She felt 　　as if she were being lifted into the clouds, letting the powerful thrusts carry her up and down in a cloud of pleasure. 　　Even from behind, the zombie could still see Jill's large, white breasts bobbing up and down with each thrust. The undulating 　　waves of her breasts reminded the zombie of the smooth, bouncy touch from before—it felt amazing. It couldn't wait to press Jill's 　　back against the wall, freeing its hands to desperately grab and squeeze her large breasts. Even with only one eye, it could 　　enjoy the beauty of the breasts being squeezed. The tactile and visual impact, along with Jill's groans, gave it immense satisfaction. 　　The grip tightened, as if trying to squeeze water out of her breasts; soon, Jill's full chest was covered in red marks 　　. At this moment, Jill was so lost in passion that she ignored the burning pain in her chest and instinctively thrust her hips against the decaying flesh.

Her body rubbed against his, her limbs dangling firmly against his, as the zombie relentlessly attacked her from above and
below. Their genitals, glistening with white fluid, were tightly intertwined, the sounds of their impact growing increasingly
violent. Jill felt herself going mad; the zombie before her no longer seemed like a monster, but rather her long-lost sweetheart
.
With Jill's reciprocating movements, her vagina rhythmically trembled and contracted, giving the zombie
even greater pleasure and stimulation. Its pincer-like hands gripped Jill's full buttocks tightly, its lower body like a pile driver,
pinning her body firmly to the wall with each thrust;
the boundless pleasure from its glans made it unable to suppress the urge to ejaculate, and continuous whimpering roars
erupted from its throat. Finally, an extremely powerful ejaculation poured from the zombie's lower body, seemingly about to
rupture Jill's entire uterus. This ejaculation was so intense that Jill twisted her flushed body frantically, trying to
break free from this unbearable impact. The zombie wouldn't let her go, pressing down on Jill
relentlessly, its foul-smelling semen gushing deep into her body. Jill arched her back as far as possible
, her contorted face swaying wildly, her limbs convulsing violently. Her consciousness seemed
to be drained from her body; the excessive excitement made her appear to faint. The zombie continued ejaculating . The
intense contractions of Jill's uterine walls brought it unparalleled pleasure. Her supple, smooth body, the rich, fragrant scent, her beautiful
face, and her pained, mournful eyes—all of this made it unable to resist. Its only thought now was to completely possess
this alluring female body, to fill her completely with its semen, to shoot her to death… It wanted to shoot her alive…
Unbeknownst to it, the setting sun had already hidden below the horizon, dark clouds making the already gloomy evening
even more so. A cold wind whipped up dust and sand, carrying a nauseating stench of decay and fish as it swirled across the city.
Jill jolted awake. The same ravaged face greeted her, but the single eye on its left side
was no longer menacing. The decaying body was even more withered and cracked than before, only the stench was stronger
. Jill disgustedly tried to push it away, only to realize that their lower bodies were still tightly connected.
The humiliation and shame she had just suffered surged up all at once, and Jill kicked it angrily… The zombie
's body snapped like a broken puppet, the severed piece crashing against the opposite wall with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.
Jill was puzzled; in her shame and anger, she had used all her strength in that kick, but the effect was unexpectedly strong.
Now, Jill began to notice the changes in her own body. Her clothes were tattered, and her proud, white
breasts rose and fell slowly with her steady breathing. The flush on her skin had faded, and her body still radiated a rounded,
white beauty. Interestingly, the bloody scratches on her body had completely disappeared, leaving no trace of scars.
If it weren't for the half-corpse and tattered clothes before her, it would have seemed as if the previous frenzied abuse had never
happened.
What on earth was going on?
Why was the monster so desperate to mate with her? Why had her body's self-healing ability suddenly become stronger?
And why had her strength increased? More importantly, her body had been in frequent contact with the corpse poison, yet so far, she hadn't shown
any signs of zombification. Could it all be because of the liquid in that container…? Jill subconsciously looked at her
shoulders and chest again; there wasn't a trace of the dark green liquid left. It had probably already seeped into her skin and become
one with her body.
The situation before her left Jill somewhat helpless. She had to go back to the underground warehouse again, no matter how many
hidden dangers remained, at least to find some answers to the questions. Of course, before going, she had to prepare thoroughly,
at least by finding herself some clothes. With that thought, Jill picked up the shotgun lying beside the ventilation duct and disappeared
into the gradually darkening night.
The night in Raccoon City was like a black fog, obscuring the moon and the stars. The few lights that lingered seemed like
a warning, a reminder of the misfortunes that had befallen the area. The aura of death constantly lingered over the city,
sending chills down the spines of even the creatures in the suburbs. Jill sneaked into a laundromat. The door was ajar, and she leaped
behind the counter, her ample, rounded buttocks swaying in the darkness, a dazzling white wave. On her way there,
she had encountered a few mutated dogs, but now, more agile, she slipped past the numerous monsters right under their noses. Now,
a feeling of comfort and fullness spread through her limbs; her excellent physical condition made her confident, even abandoning
the idea of returning to her hiding place to rest. Various styles of coats hung on the racks beside the counter. Jill chose a black
trench coat, the size perfectly covering her fair body. The lining of the coat felt nice, smooth against her skin
.
Next, she needed to check her meager equipment, a habitual action for Jill. Seeing that
there were only three bullets left in her shotgun magazine, her heart pounded. This wasn't a good sign. She pouted,
a little mischievous. It seemed she had to make a trip to the police station across the square.
The police station wasn't far from the laundromat, at the three o'clock position. Jill appeared
beside the square in about half a cup of tea's time. She clung tightly to the eaves, her movements as gentle as a cat wandering in the night. From here, she
could see the square and the police station's main entrance. The square was sparsely populated yet bustling,
filled with groups of zombies. Jill's face was somewhat gloomy. What caught her eye most was a peculiar creature. It
was significantly larger than a typical zombie, its powerful muscles ripping through its shirt, revealing a blue and red chest;
a huge, disproportionately large red eye adorned its head. It roared intermittently, as if
boasting of its power.
What to do? Forcing its way through so many zombies was impossible; going around them was the only option. Jill
thoughtfully surveyed the plaza ahead. Suddenly, she caught sight of a corner under a streetlamp, and her eyes lit up.
Only a few streetlights illuminated the plaza, their dim yellow light glaringly bright in the darkness, and the
zombies were drawn there by that light. The undulating ruins along this side of the street, dark and secluded,
provided Jill with natural cover. Using the terrain, she quickly approached a streetlamp in the plaza
; there lay what she needed. Jill crept into the shadows, her eyes fixed on the aluminum cylindrical barrel ahead, confirming...
A familiar, pungent smell filled the air—the smell of acetaldehyde.
If light could attract zombies, then a stronger fire could too…
Soon, a fire… broke out, and in an instant, flames and black smoke billowed and
spread in all directions. Drawn by the firelight, the monsters swarmed towards them. The fire ignited a dead
tree by the roadside, crackling and popping intermittently. The horde of zombies jostled and pushed each other around the fire, occasionally letting out
a few disgruntled roars, perhaps loudly questioning the cause of the fire. Meanwhile, a curvaceous figure
had arrived at the police station's main entrance. Jill tried to push the door open but to no avail. "Damn it! This is a
reinforced outer door unique to police stations; unless you have the tools, you can only open it from the inside," Jill muttered under her breath. At the same time,
the fire on the other side had gradually subsided, and the zombies returned in twos and threes. The police station's main entrance was a small,
open area without any cover. The one-eyed zombie seemed to be the first to spot Jill at the police station entrance, howling as it
charged towards them.
There was no way out. Even if she could fight the one-eyed zombie on the other side, how could she face the surging
horde of zombies behind her? Jill's thoughts were in turmoil, but now was clearly not the time for regret. She glanced at the high
windowsill and silently made up her mind.
The red-eyed zombie had already reached the outer wall of the police station, drooling, looking
like it wanted to swallow Jill whole. But then it spotted its prey, beckoning to it with her alluring body. At this moment, Jill was only wearing a
coat, nothing underneath. The open hem of the coat couldn't contain her plump, voluptuous body. For a moment, her
full hips, white legs, and ample breasts were mostly exposed. This alluring glimpse drove the red-eyed zombie on the other side
mad. It excitedly waved its arms, running and grabbing at the air, wishing it could tear the beauty in front of it to shreds from afar
.
Facing the charging monster, Jill remained remarkably calm. She turned,
took a running start, and leaped towards the wall, landing heavily on the side
before executing a backflip. Just as One-Eye reached Jill's starting point, he saw an alluring figure tumbling down towards him in an arc. Because
he was looking up, the fullness of her white buttocks and vulva was clearly visible. One-Eye was momentarily stunned; was this
a blessing from heaven? He was overwhelmed with happiness. Perhaps Jill had anticipated this moment. Taking advantage of the monster's momentary
lapse in attention, she precisely landed on One-Eye's head, using the momentum to leap upwards again. She landed perfectly
on the windowsill above the door, and with a powerful right-hand movement, flipped inside. Watching the almost-captured beauty escape in an instant, Red-Eye angrily
pounded its chest and stamped its feet. It felt tricked, and a series of rough, terrifying roars filled the air.
With the windowsill 12 meters off the ground, Jill breathed a sigh of relief, temporarily escaping danger. She turned to survey her surroundings.
This appeared to be a police station conference room. Of the three chandeliers on the ceiling, only one was dimly lit; the other two
drooped listlessly. A long, narrow crack ran along the side wall, as if caused by an impact. The large
table was littered with scattered documents, and several chairs nearby were broken in half, seemingly sheared off. Upon closer
inspection, there were specks of purplish-black ink on the walls—bloodstains, dried for an unknown period. Clearly, the police station
had already experienced a bloodbath. Fortunately, the electrical system was still functioning, not too badly damaged.
However, the scene outside the conference room seemed even more horrific. The walls of the corridor were riddled with craters and
cracks, several bloodstained and tattered police uniforms lay scattered, and a boot lay directly in front, half a white bone protruding
from its surface. What could have possessed such destructive power? Jill pursed her lower lip, her
expression clouded with worry. She needed to find supplies as soon as possible…
Ten minutes later, Jill stood before an electronic door. Her search had yielded some results; she clutched a
work ID she'd found on half a piece of clothing on the floor. Jill wasn't sure if it was still valid;
the other side of the door was likely an armory. She could only try her luck. "Beep beep," the familiar sound rang out. The security system
seemed to be working properly; the door opened in response. Well, it was only half open, but Jill could easily slip in sideways
.
It was a bit dark inside. Ah, there were commonly used police pistols like the CZ75 and CZ85, M3 63 automatic rifles,
and even an M4 assault rifle! Jill picked out a CZ75 from a row of pistols and tucked it into her waistband. She grabbed two
grenades and stuffed them into her trench coat. It seemed the adventure had been worthwhile; she felt a little excited. Leaning against the table, she straightened
up, wanting to try out the M4 hanging on the wall. Just as she reached out, she felt a gust of wind rush towards her from behind. Jill's reflexes
were incredibly fast; instinctively, she crouched low, the wind slamming against the wall,
knocking the shotgun tucked to her back away… Damn it, Jill cursed inwardly, performing a side roll followed
by a sling kick. "Thud!" she felt herself kick a stone slab, but the opponent's solid frame seemed
to have taken a large step back as well. Using this momentary cushion, Jill created distance between herself and her opponent. She looked up
and saw that familiar, ugly one-eyed corpse again. How did it get up from downstairs? Oh no, its chest was
green. She instinctively touched the pistol at her waist, immediately realizing it wasn't a good place to shoot. Was she destined to
fight the zombie hand-to-hand?
The one-eyed zombie was momentarily stunned. It hadn't expected the woman's kick to be so powerful,
far surpassing any human it had faced before. More importantly, in the instant her clothes swayed, it clearly saw a white,
peach-like round bottom and a pink leg. A rich fragrance wafted from her movements. This sight
excited it, drool dripping from its large mouth. Jill was
disgusted by this familiar behavior of the monster; she knew exactly what it wanted now. She wanted to teach this large zombie a lesson.
That kick had ignited Jill's confidence. Jill crouched, braced herself, and leaped up, delivering
a powerful swing kick to the one-eyed zombie's head, followed by a side kick and a spinning kick, unleashing a series of combined leg techniques. Instantly, the zombie's face was struck
several times, its facial muscles contorting and rolling outwards. This sudden blow enraged the zombie, and it went berserk
, completely ignoring the pain in its upper body, swinging its large hands in a self-destructive attack against Jill. Jill hadn't expected this.
The opponent was so ruthless that Jill barely dodged two punches, then quickly retreated. She only took half a step before her body hit
the wall; the space was too small to maneuver properly. At the same time, the zombie's large hand descended again
, and Jill's excellent flexibility allowed her to perform a difficult sideways lean, the zombie's crimson
claws barely grazing her chest. But the upper right side of her trench coat was instantly torn, and most of her firm, white
breasts bounced out. Seeing the trembling, white waves of breasts, and the tempting pink nipples
, the zombie's drool seemed to intensify. Its hand changed from a fist to a claw, relentlessly striking at
Jill's chest. Jill, humiliated and angry, covered her chest with one hand while using her skillful leg techniques to defend against the zombie's attacks.
Coupled with the confined space, she quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.
Seeing Jill struggling to defend herself, her breasts swaying and her hips heaving with each move, her cheeks
flushed from rapid breathing, the zombie was filled with lust at her alluring body. It let out a malicious
gurgling sound and suddenly lunged at Jill with outstretched arms.
In this critical moment, Jill could no longer afford to protect herself. Instead of retreating, she thrust forward, arching her back and
sliding sideways towards the one-eyed green zombie. Looking up, she saw the large hole in the side wall of the inner room and finally understood
why she had been ambushed. Before she could regain her balance, she leaped forward again, followed by a forward
roll, and Jill leaped out of the room.
The one-eyed green zombie was enraged and rammed into the crumbling wall, kicking up dust.
But before it could even land on the other side of the wall, Jill's bullets whizzed past. Bullets
rained down, all converging on the upper left side of the zombie's chest, usually where the heart is. Green blood seeped out, but the zombie
remained remarkably upright, roaring angrily. That wasn't its Achilles' heel; the pain only
fueled its fighting spirit. Another burst of gunfire followed, this time Jill aiming for its eyes, but the zombie seemed to
anticipate her intentions, shielding its head with its hands, blocking the fatal wounds.
Out of bullets, Jill discarded her pistol and retreated rapidly.
She saw a beautiful figure ahead, a ruthless tank behind, the two chasing each other, quickly returning
to the original meeting room.
Jill's fingers remained on the detonator of a grenade hidden in her trench coat; she had to carefully calculate the distance and speed. As her
figure swept past the meeting room doorway, she waved her pale hand, a proud smile on her face. The
timing was perfect; the disengaged grenade flew towards the one-eyed green zombie…
Jill's expression instantly changed. A blue shadow suddenly sprang from her left,
slamming into her. The grenade's trajectory changed course the instant it was thrown, smashing into the conference room window. The explosion
blasted a large section of the second-floor window sill into disrepair. Jill, dazed from the impact, struggled
to her feet, then felt herself being tightly gripped from behind by a blue figure
.
It was also one-eyed, with blue, silica-like skin, wearing a half-length police uniform, its large, erect penis
rubbing impatiently against Jill's shapely buttocks. Jill's earlier gunshot had attracted it;
it had been lurking in the shadows, waiting for its chance against this running, voluptuous body.
Jill never expected to be ambushed by other monsters. She struggled to break free from her restraints,
the thick, long object pressed against her buttocks sending chills down her spine. She pulled one arm out and
lashed out with her elbow. Blue Eyes, in pain, could only hold onto her arms tightly, his lower body still pressed firmly against Jill's buttocks,
feeling the pleasure transmitted through her twisting hips through her trench coat. Jill's hands were bound behind her back. To
distance herself from the harassment from behind, she could only instinctively thrust her chest forward,
revealing her originally large, white breasts without reservation through her torn trench coat. Knowing there was a murderous green demon opposite her, the erotic
scene made the one-eyed green corpse's eyes even greener. It stared intently at Jill's two white, beautiful breasts, knowing
its chance for vengeful rampage had arrived.
Jill struggled desperately, when suddenly another figure loomed over her. The approaching green corpse's eyes
were disgusting, ugly, and filled with endless lust. Jill twisted her head to avoid it, but a piercing pain shot through her left breast
as a foul-smelling mouth, dripping with drool, bit down hard on her chest. "Ah, no, it
hurts! Don't bite!" Jill screamed in agony, followed by a sharp tearing pain in her right breast.
She closed her eyes in pain, tears streaming down her face. The one-eyed green zombie was now quite aroused. It playfully
took most of her left breast into its mouth, sucking and pulling until the flesh reached its elastic limit.
The white flesh bounced instantly, and the pink nipple trembled up and down. It enjoyed the process;
the breast was smooth and tender in its mouth; with each suck, the blood mixed with the scent of milk and her body, filling its mouth with sweetness.
The one-eyed green zombie greedily ravaged Jill's chest from left to right and then back again. This process
was incredibly painful for Jill; her fair breasts were now covered in red marks and bite marks.
The hem of her trench coat had been torn off by Blue Eyes, and Jill's firm, plump buttocks enveloped his genitals, giving him considerable
pleasure. He rubbed against her repeatedly, until he reached a perfect spot—exceptionally tender, like a perfect entry
point. He freed one hand, grabbed one of her buttocks, and thrust his penis hard
into that spot, squeezing in most of his glans. "Ah, not there!" The tearing pain was far greater than the pain in her chest; for a moment, Jill
writhed wildly, her rectum unable to withstand the thick, brutal penetration. "Oh God,
not there! No!" Jill was about to collapse. Her panic caused her muscles to tense instinctively, and the layers of her beautiful flesh tightly
gripped the glans, causing the pleasure to surge exponentially, driving the blue-eyed man behind her to madness. He simply used both hands to
clamp down hard on Jill's buttocks, forcefully prying them apart, and thrusting his lower body in again, penetrating halfway in. Jill's face contorted in pain
, cold sweat seeping from her forehead, her hands flailing wildly behind her. But the blue-eyed man seemed to have found the right
method, he had found the magic weapon that made him feel like he was dying of pleasure, each thrust making him moan with pleasure, and
patches of blood were constantly being drawn out from their bodies.
Seeing the blue-eyed zombie's ecstatic expression, the one-eyed green zombie seemed inspired. It too
began thrusting its erect penis wildly into Jill's genitals, but couldn't seem to find the right sensation. Frustrated, it instinctively
lifted one of Jill's thighs, an unintentional movement that allowed its glans to penetrate her. Wow,
the feeling here was amazing—warm, tight, and elastic. The overwhelming pleasure made it increase the intensity of its thrusts
, and with each deeper penetration, waves of pleasurable sensations emanated from the vaginal walls. This intoxicating
feeling fueled the green zombie's fervor; it began relentlessly thrusting in and out of Jill, roaring and pounding.
Each insertion was complete, the penis plunging in to the hilt and then withdrawing entirely—a method of sexual assault that caused the most damage to the uterine lining
, even turning the exposed labia minora a deep red.
"Ah, be gentle, don't be so rough. Oh, I'm going to die. Please let me go, don't go any further,
ahhh!" Jill felt like her body was being churned apart. Two thick, hard penises were relentlessly
thrusting into her lower body, each thrust seeming to flaunt their strength, to claim
ownership of her body. This madness was overwhelming Jill's uterus and rectum. Cold sweat streamed down her chest, her pretty face
trembling with each rise and fall of her body. At this moment, she was more like a sheep trapped in a cage, forced to
submit in humiliation, helplessly enduring the abuse inflicted upon her tender, voluptuous body. The two zombies were completely lost in lust
, relentlessly pressing forward against Jill's body, maximizing the pleasure from the friction.
As the assault intensified, the two men developed a tacit understanding: as one penis thrust in, the other
withdrew, each thrust finding a single point of support. This effective rhythmic coordination
intensified the pressure on the glans, increasing pleasure, but also exacerbating the damage to the woman's body. Under such a brutal onslaught, most people
would have fainted long ago, but Jill's enhanced physique allowed her to remain conscious amidst this torment, simultaneously
pushing her into an abyss of agony…
Splattering red, white, and foul-smelling fluids flew at their point of contact, the obscene stench mingling with the woman's
painful moans filling the air…
The earlier explosion had attracted the horde of zombies in the square, who gathered at the police station entrance, their
faces showing a growing desire as they gazed at the collapsed windowsill above. Among the horde of zombies, the enormous, single-eyed red creature remained
conspicuous. It stomped its feet furiously, fully aware of what was inside the window; the image of that alluring body
lingered in its mind. Watching the horde surge forward, it seemed to have made a decision.
The red-eyed creature charged at several ordinary zombies beside it, instantly knocking them to the ground with a single, powerful blow. Before
the fallen zombies could even comprehend what was happening, the red-eyed creature had piled them up, making the window sill appear lower.
A smug smile played on the red-eyed creature's lips as it entered the conference room.
A faint, lingering fragrance filled the air, and a rhythmic thumping sound seemed to
beckon it.
In the corridor, Jill obediently wrapped her arms around the green zombie's neck, her long hair
swaying rhythmically with the movement of her body. She was now drenched in sweat, her cherry-like lips emitting soft, dreamlike moans
. Her fair body flushed again, pleasure overwhelming her reason. Instinctively, she thrust forward her full,
soft breasts, readily accepting the savage mouths that ravaged her chest. Her
lower abdomen and buttocks trembled rhythmically, yielding to the furious weapons from both sides.
The scene was too erotic; the red-eyed zombie, upon entering the corridor, was petrified. Its large eyes were fixed on
the woman's body, rising and falling in ecstasy as two of its kind were wantonly ravaging her, momentarily at a loss.
The blue-eyed zombie behind her finally erupted, desperately pressing against Jill's alluring body, its thick semen gushing forth.
At the same time, the frequency of Jill's trembling increased significantly. She vaguely felt a power gradually enveloping her lower abdomen—
a familiar, warm, and comforting sensation. Upon closer inspection, some of the bruises and bite marks on her body were also
rapidly disappearing. Blue Eyes, still reveling in the climax of ejaculation, was driven mad by the female body; all it
wanted now was to be completely united with this voluptuous flesh. Completely ignoring the enormous red figure that suddenly appeared beside it
, it allowed the other's fist, filled with anger and intense jealousy, to slam into its head. Bang! Blue Eyes flew
through the air—no, it was now blind; the punch had shattered its cheek and eye.
Its body convulsed on the ground, its lower body still ejaculating…
The red one-eyed zombie was pleased with the effect of the punch; it was confident in its abilities, and such a beautiful and
alluring body should naturally be enjoyed by the powerful one. It turned around and went to attack the green guy. Green Eyes,
enjoying itself immensely, was suddenly doused with cold water when it saw Blue Eyes fly away. Moreover, this guy
was clearly going to attack it too; this was intolerable. It reluctantly put Jill down and
angrily charged forward, facing the force of the punch.
Both were burning with rage, determined to eliminate this troublesome creature. The two massive figures
, one red and one green, instantly clashed. The sounds of fists and kicks, and screams filled the air, as red and green fur
and blood splattered everywhere.
Jill leaned against a nearby stone pillar, barely supporting her still trembling body. Her lower body was a mess; thick,
fishy fluids dripped from her rounded thighs onto the ground. The fading red marks on her buttocks and chest
remained, and strands of hair mixed with sweat and tears obscured her pretty yet sorrowful face. The hellish
ordeal had left Jill physically and mentally exhausted. Although the familiar power within her had gradually eased the physical pain,
the emotional wounds weighed heavily on her, making it hard to breathe. She felt like a tool for those beasts' lust, and
who knew how many more greedy demons lurked ahead, ready to tear her apart. She couldn't see the road, she felt exhausted, and
all she wanted now was to get as far away from that place of sorrow as possible, even just a little. She raised her head, struggling to take each step
forward, her peach-shaped buttocks trembling with each movement, glistening with tears…
In the corner passageway, a tragically beautiful body staggered forward at the entrance to hell,
huge cracks appearing intermittently in the surrounding walls, and exposed electrical wires crackling intermittently, as if mocking her.
The fate of humanity.
Jill felt a cool breeze on her face, as if coming from somewhere above.
There was a large hole in the ceiling directly above her, with cracks spreading outwards like tentacles; the wind was coming from there. She instinctively
peered into the hole, but several dark figures suddenly emerged, grabbing her upper body and
tearing her inside. Before Jill could react, a blue liquid quickly enveloped her head,
and her struggling arms were tightly bound by tentacles—those wretched slime monsters again.
Jill's upper body was immobilized; she felt herself suffocating, her rounded thighs kicking helplessly in the air
in a desperate struggle. Gradually, her face turned bluish; she began to realize that she,
like everyone else, would ultimately meet the same fate. She seemed to see sincere faces—the faces of her comrades.
In the instant her hazy eyes closed, she caught a glimpse of a large red eye…
The red-eyed zombie yanked Jill back to the ground, ripping off its annoying tentacles. The slime monster's body
was slammed against the wall, then crushed to pieces with a few kicks. Jill, catching her breath,
gasped for air. She never imagined that the red-eyed zombie had saved her life. She looked up
and saw the red-eyed zombie's burning, dazed gaze. Now, in the red-eyed zombie's view, all she could see was the rise and fall of a voluptuous, white body;
the rounded, white thighs and the S-shaped waist and hips acted like a magnet, shutting out its world. At the same time,
the red-eyed zombie did indeed hear a soft, delicate voice: "You wanted it, didn't you? Here you go…"

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