Ultimate Crossover Horror Survival (for Crooked)

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Jill Valentine recently received a mission from S.T.A.R.S to go check on a report of a reported haunted mansion deep within the woods of Southern Italy. Jill, being all too familiar with creepy mansions insisted that she get assigned a partner. But due to the rest of the trained operatives being away on missions of their own and her being insisted that it would just be a mission to walk around the place before giving the all clear, she eventually agreed.

After a few days, Jill was stepping out of the helicopter that landed right in front of the creepy mansion and stared at it, getting massive deja vu. “I have a bad feeling about this...” Jill sighed before tightening her hat and drawing her gun before walking to the house.

The front door seemed to be wide open, which made Jill’s heart sink. She wasn’t alone. “Hello? Is anyone there?” She screamed as she entered the house to no response. Seeing something at the end of a long hallway, the officer decided to investigate with her gun ready. “Don’t worry! I’m from S.T.A.R.S and I’m here to help! My name is Jill!”

Dark. Cold. Hungry. Feet dragging… floorboards creaking… desperate for breath. Mansion quiet. Mansion lonely. Cold… dark… hungry… Noise. Noise! Annoying… sound in hallway… must quiet… dark… cold… hungry…

At her call, the figure in the hallway spun to look over it’s shoulder. From a distance, it appeared to be a young woman, no older than late twenties. Her skin was pale and her hair greasy. She breathed slowly. Not a word exchanged in response to Jill; instead, the woman turned fully around and took the first step towards her. One foot dragged behind. The other hobbled like a dysfunctional cane. And her arms hung loosely from her body. Another step. Another step. She was so slow.

Or so it seemed - after squinting through the darkness, the woman let out a quiet, low growl. It grew, lowering in tone the longer it went on. Her limp arm raised in front of her, barely able to keep itself standing. And then… she broke into a full sprint. The creature’s body flailed behind her while she dashed straight for Jill - and showed no signs of her decrepit body holding her behind!

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As Jill approached, the figures shape became a lot more distinct and noticeable. As she noticed what looked to be a limping woman, she continued to approach in order to help. As soon as the monster began to sprint wildly at her, Jill let out a gasp of shock. “Oh god no!” The officer squealed raising her fun and firing a few rounds into the woman’s chest.

“Graaaah!” The monster moaned. If it could feel pain, every ounce of it’s body would hurt from how sporadically it was moving – thrusting it’s arms, galloping it’s feet, but despite what her body appeared to be capable of, she was fast on the ground. The first bullet hit her right in the sternum, and she jolted in reaction. But kept running. Next bullet, she lurched. But didn’t stop. And by the third bullet, she was taking rounds to the chest like snowballs, ripping holes in her body and that showed through to the other side. But she didn’t stop!

“Rrrgrah!” She mumbled, hot on Jill’s trail. Until a single shot to her kneecap buckled the creature under her own weight – pain or not, she couldn’t run without feet. So the monster toppled, but kept moving, hands out-stretched and aiming for Jill’s upper body. Just barely, it missed, and sunk it’s creeping fingers into the waistband of her skirt instead.

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Jill fired rounds and rounds into the zombie and no matter what, the creature just did not want to slow down no matter what she did. It wasn’t until the that final well placed shot at it knee made contact and blew that leg off that the creature toppled over.

It was just as Jill thought she was safe that the creature slashed its long fingers nails at her. The woman gasped and tried her best to quickly move out of the way but the claws manages to hook themselves in her heavy combat skirt. Jill tried to pull herself free but it was useless at this rate. Trying to steady herself in this commotion, she did what she could to line up the shot and point blank range of the moving target.

“GGrRRRaaHHH!” The monster groaned. It couldn’t feel pain, but it’s delayed movements were beginning to frustrate it, and it had every intention to take that anger out on her targeted trespasser. More and more bullet holes began opening up inside her cadaver, but she hung on firmly to Jill’s skirt, trying to pull herself up to topple the agent down. She proved much heavier than the skirt was, though - with another shot, the monster toppled back and dragged that skirt right back down with it, straight to Jill’s knees!

“GRACK!” She spat out her last as a hole in her forehead sent her down to the ground, skirt still in hand while she hit the floor. The creature writhed on the ground like a fish out of water, but it was clear she wasn’t getting back up any time soon.

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Jill breathes a sigh of relief as the undead creature toppled over once more, thankfully that experience was over. But the woman soon realized that the zombie still had a firm grip on her skirt and the tight fabric was being pulled down as the zombie fell over.

“Oh fuck!” Jill shouted as the skirt was yanked to her ankles, revealing her very muscular and meaty behind covered only by her very tight neon blue green panties that hugged her figure tightly. The woman growled as she bent down to try and pry her skirt from the zombie’s death grip but was having no luck.

Rigor mortis set in way faster than it should have. The zombie’s head twitched on the ground, out like a light for who knows how long while it’s hand balled around Jill’s skirt, seemingly unwilling to move. And there it’d stay, the longer she pried at the fabric, the more it just seemed to stay caught in it’s grasp. Until…

“Riiip!” With an awful tearing sound, Jill got what she wanted - the skirt came right to her! Most of it did, anyway, as the frontside the downed walker was holding stayed in a separate piece, still in the monster’s fingers.

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As the sound of ripping fabric filled the air, Jill’s eyes went wide and her blush grew deeper she stood up and just stared at the torn half of her skirt before eventually throwing it down at the downed zombie in frustration.

Fighting zombie in just her underwear, if the boys at HQ found out they will never let her leave it down. Picking up her gun and stepping away from the zombie, she turned to go explore the rest of her mansion, now with a deep blush as the cool air reminded her how vulnerable she is.

And a coldfront that was. The thick air of the dusty old manor was a chilling temperature, seemingly never letting Jill forget that she was here in her panties and nothing else below. Little to her knowledge, things were about to get much worse, too - because her reckless shooting had stirred up the attention of the nearby undead. She wouldn’t know it, as they couldn’t be seen yet. But she would hear the rustling of seemingly a hundred feet, all around her, yet nowhere to be found…