Busted

Very few things on this plane of existence could rattle the living weapon known as Jill Valentine. However, the deadliest crimefighter in Gotham city being dragged away by a weird goopy black alien like she was a mere play thing got on her nerves. Every tiny clang, little pop of the metal, or drip of water made her jump. If that thing was down here, she wondered what other horrors could be too. She rounded the corner and ran straight into her answer.

Jill didn't have time to think about the panel on the wall that could shut the large metal doorway in front of her. She couldn't hear the faint cries of help emanating from the ventilation system. She didn't even see the poster on the wall behind her explaining how to deal with supernatural threats. What she did see, however, was much stranger. A horde of flourescent green fat ghost blobs began flying through the air directly at her, staring her tits dead on. Slimers.

There were dozens of them, and they quickly swarmed Jill, covering every inch of her curvy nude body. Her pale body was covered in cold green goop. Jill had dealt with worse. She tried to punch and kick at the blobs, but her efforts were ultimately futile, as the ghosts could turn incorporeal. Green, mucus-like slime hit her from all sides, squelching against her limbs, absorbing her into a giant goopy messy. Thinking quickly, Jill found a way to buy herself some time. She swung her fists wildly, causing all of the nearby ghosts to turn incorporeal, then quickly sprinted away before the ghosts had time to transform back to their liquid state. She ran down the hallway, but didn't make it more than a few feet before something slimy hit her in the ass, right between her cheeks. Stunned, she tripped and fell to the floor. Apparently, these things had projectiles.