XXX Virus: A Resident Evil Story (Looking for a talented female writer)

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Valentine kept up a steady rate of fire from both guns until she noted the roof was clear of people, then emptied the magazines before dramatically exiting/entering. Something about the almost comically slow shuffle of the undead and the exhilaration of a firefight had her on an almost drug-like high.

At Kennedy's comment, she spun and kicked on leg up, letting it land atop his shoulder so that she was almost in a split against him.

"It might be fun for you to find out," she winked, "but also might leave you incapacitated for a bit!"

"Oh, god," Rebecca groaned from nearby where she was reloading some of the mags she'd emptied. "Next time just land muff first in his face. It'll be easier on your knees too."

"Jealous much?" Valentine singsonged from her position nearly astride Kennedy from head to toe.

Rebecca eyed her. "Not like that," she quipped. "Scissoring doesn't do much for me."

The rocker chick took the rest of the box of shells back from Rebecca as the STARS member finished her reload. "She can scissor me," she mumbled under her breath. Rebecca winked at her.

"You never know, it could happen. C'mon, let's secure the cathedral. It looks like we might have to hole up here for a bit while they calm down."

 

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The zombies continued to patter their hands against the face of the bus. No amount of effort from the undead could get them inside the perimeter. Sliding my arms through the slings of my backpack and tightened it until it was tight against my back.

Taking the lead of the group, Kennedy produced a small flashlight from his belt. Holding his left hand over his right arm that held his pistol. Valentine was right beside him. Rebecca was slightly behind with the driver and myself bringing up the rear. My blood was pumping. Walking backwards with my eyes open the group went up the narrow path to the front of the church where a solid oak french doors of the church that were closed.

"Should we knock?" Valentine whispered.

"These churches are open twenty-four hours a day" Kennedy whispered, "Just like you."

Sandwiched in the middle of armed people was the frightened civilians, except the rocker chick who was strutting with a bit of confidence with her bag on her back. Gradually the moans of the zombies wained.

Putting an ear to the door Kennedy listened intently for any signs of activity on the inside. Buckling his eyebrows at Valentine, he reached up and grasped the circular metal door handle. Above it was a large metal knocker. "What knockers!" Kennedy giggled.

Leaning his body against the door it slowly opened. The hinges groaned that echoed through the interior of the church. Turning back to the others, Kennedy instructed, "Wait out here while we look around the inside. Rebecca, come with us, too."

The blade of his flashlight scanned around the dark pews rowed up on either side of the aisle with a red velvet rug lining a path to the large alter that was not lit. "Hello? Anyone here? Raccoon City Police" whispered Kennedy. "Anyone here?" Craning his head up at the second floor seats there was nothing. The air was heavy, cold, and still. Where was the priest? There was usually a priest living here to attend to it at all hours. Normally not a religious man, Kennedy could feel a bit of dread growing inside him.

Outside, I took a knee with my rifle aimed at the fence. My heart was calming down but my eyes were open and scanning. Those dark shapes moved around slowly. They weren't throwing themselves against the fence, not in this section. Perhaps they couldn't see us even though we were close. Wonder how many zombies I took down now that I have a chance to reflect. If the church was safe I was going to do a ammo count.

"I want to go home" a woman blubbered into the chest of a man. The rocker chick was chilling by leaning against the closed door and popping bubble gum.

 

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Rebecca followed Valentine and Kennedy into the cathedral. She snickered at Kennedy's quip about Valentine being "open", and at his remark about knockers reached a hand out to heft one of Valentine's breasts. "Nice one's too. Natural?"

Valentine swatted her hand away. "No teasing without following through," the other woman said sarcastically.

"Not even a little teasing to get you ready first?" Rebecca quirked her eyebrow and winked flirtatiously. "I'm sure we could get LT to join in...or at least watch!"

Once inside, they started moving through the dark sanctuary, their lights darting back and forth. Rebecca mostly watched back and up while the other two searched from 9 and 3 to 12, respectively.

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Outside, the rocker chick was getting impatient with the sobbing woman. "Sure, go home," she said irritably, her gum popping at the end. "Too scared to stay home, now too scared to keep going." She looked over at the young man with the rifle, eyeing him up and down. "You did pretty good, keeping those things back. Good with anything else?" she asked inquisitively.

 

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"I like watching" Kennedy replied. Deep inside he was hoping the two would go at it, romantically or a catfight would be a nice change of pace. The two bickered back and forth. It struck Kennedy that they were supposed to be professionals. Where was the priest? These catholic churches usually had at least one priest overseeing it twenty-four hours. Perhaps he was in the back, too afraid to come out. Not wanting to venture into the abyss alone, Kennedy clicked his tongue to get the other's attention then waved with his right hand for them to follow. A common horror movie mistake would be to search an unknown, dark place on your own and get jump scares. Taking the lead he would let Rebecca and Valentine to watch his back down a short and narrow corridor. Ahead was a solid wood door dimly illuminated by single, suspended light bulb above them.

Kennedy approached the door, lowered his weapon and placed his ear to the door. He couldn't hear anything. Pushing against the face it gave a little bit. Looking back at his partners, he counted '3-2-1...'

Outside, the rocker chick's question made me flick my eyes up at her for a moment. "Thanks!" giving a nervous smile, "I'm a college student, but I've been on the range. I've trained for shooting, but I don't have military or law enforcement experience" pointing with my head back towards the church to refer to the three police officers already inside. The scared woman continued to sob by burying her face into the chest of a man. Couldn't say it was annoying. We were all out of our depth but her crying was starting to get on my nerves. "I've been practicing for such things, zombies that is. To be honest, I thought I was going to freeze. You did well yourself" with a half smile. I gave her a quick glance then turned my gaze back towards the milling about dark shadows that were staying on their side of the perimeter.

 

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Both women sniggered at Kennedy's comment about watching. "I'm not opposed to being watched," Valentine offered seductively. Rebecca snickered again, then followed as Kennedy began to lead the way through the rest of the church.

Rebecca could feel the tension in both of her partners as they moved. Kennedy because he was in the lead. Valentine because while she had done searches and raids before, still didn't have the experience of the others. "Sharing is caring," she singsonged softly, trying to lighten the mood.

At the end of the hallway, LT listened carefully at the door as the two women formed up behind him. Valentine's hand rested on his shoulder, her forearm against his back, her hip against his butt, her legs clear of his. Behind her, Rebecca allowed her rifle to hang from it's sling as she drew her pistol, the better for sweeping through the door with fewer members on the sweep team while still being prepared for rear guard action.

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Outside, the young woman was still riding the tail end of the adrenaline rush from the recent escape.

"I've never even held a gun," she confessed. "Teach me?" Some of her reasoning was wanting to be prepared, some of it was that the relief of having been so tense then successfully getting away was getting her aroused. The other STARS members might have been more buff, but they were completely focused on their mission, and this kid was available.

 

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The Rocker Chick asked to be taught on how to use a rifle. It was not a proper time to ask for training. Then again, I thought, we were in a relatively secure area. Unslinging my rifle, ensuring that the safety was on, I handed it over to her. "Careful, it's loaded. Safety is on. Keep your finger off the trigger until you're ready to shook. This weapon is semi-auto. One squeeze of the trigger means one shot" holding up a single finger. "Keep the stock tight against your shoulder when you fire. This rifle's buffer spring is inside the stock. It takes off much of the recoil." Standing to the Rocker Chick's right side and slightly behind I held onto the stock and pulled it into her shoulder. "Eye down the sight. It's a pinhole sight..."

Inside, the three officers burst into what they think was the priest's office. It sat under a blue stained glass window. There was a single light source coming from a ignited lamp on the priest's crowded desk. Stepping in and fanning out to search every corner of the small room, there was no sign of anyone being in there.

"Are priests allowed to marry?" Valentine asked lowering her weapon.

"Depends on the faith" sighed Kennedy. "I don't think Catholic priests can."

"If I were a nun, the first thing I would do was wish I could go back to fucking men" Valentine did not hesitate to say with a leer at Kennedy and then to Rebecca.

Shuffling out of the room there was a couple more room to search. The priest had to be here. The church was unlocked and he left a light on. No signs of a struggle or signs a zombie had been inside. Maybe he's just hiding in a secure place to await help.