Las Putanos (Resident Evil)

Ashley Graham’s eyes snapped open. Her head was pounding like she’d been on a massive bender, and her mouth tasted like an old rag mixed with metal. She was lying on the dirty wooden floor of some stinking shed. Dim daylight leaked through the cracks in the walls.

“What the fuck…” she whispered in a shaky voice.

Her heart immediately started hammering like it wanted to rip out of her chest. She sat up fast, eyes darting around wildly. Her arms and legs were free, but her whole body ached. The shed was old and rotten: piles of hay, rusty tools hanging on the walls, and a flipped-over cart in the corner. The air reeked of rotting wood, dirt, and something sickly sweet like a corpse.

Ashley crawled backward until her back hit the rough wall. Her breathing went ragged.

“Oh God… oh fuck, no…”

She remembered fragments: the limousine, masked men, a needle in her neck. Then darkness. Now she was here. Alone. In some godforsaken shithole village in the middle of nowhere.

Outside the shed she could hear weird sounds — low groans, the shuffling of feet, like someone was dragging themselves through the mud. Every now and then a distant scream cut through the air, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

Ashley hugged her knees to her chest and started trembling. Her eyes flicked frantically from the door to the window, from the window to the hatch leading to the attic. The door was locked with a thick bolt on the outside — she’d already noticed that.

“Daddy… please…” she whimpered quietly, but immediately shut up, terrified someone might hear her.

She was completely freaking the fuck out. Fear gripped her throat so tight she could barely breathe. What the hell was this place? Who were these freaks? What were they going to do to her?

Ashley slowly got up on shaky legs and moved to the nearest crack in the wall. She pressed her eye against it. All she saw was a filthy street, old rundown houses, and a couple of figures in ragged clothes slowly shuffling along with tools in their hands. They looked… wrong.

She jerked back and dropped into a crouch, biting down hard on her fist so she wouldn’t scream.

Ashley felt a strange pain in her head. Like something was moving inside her. At first she wanted to scream, but a moment later… she smiled with a weird, unnatural smile…