Ada knew she shouldn’t have trusted this anonymous tipster. She had been careless, stupid, and far too arrogant. The supposed Umbrella blacksite was overrun by the time she got there, and the trap had well and truly been set. With her clip emptied and nowhere to run, she stared down the approaching swarm of zombies. Her hair stuck to her forehead as beads of sweat rolled down her athletic body. She was determined to go down fighting.
Gracefully launching herself into the horde, she kicked and punched her way through dozens, maybe even hundreds of the freaks. But they were endless, and she was tiring. Her clothes were in tatters, her skin scratched, but strangely enough, these ones did not bite.
Even as they swarmed over her, they did not bite.
As they held her down, they did not bite.
As she lay helpless and exhausted, they spread her legs…and still, they did not bite.
No, these zombies had a different appetites to sate…
As she glanced over and saw empty vials of something marked “F-Virus”, she finally understood what they were researching at this facility…