Hospital Hustle

This couldn't be happening. This SHOULDN'T be happening. This shouldn't be happening to HER.

This kind of thing happens to... Tough people! Survivors and super cops! Grace was FBI in title, but she was more like a glorified intern. Typing reports, getting coffee-- And half the time, she struggled to do that.

Where was she? Why take her, of all people? And maybe most pressing, where were her clothes?!

These questions looped in Grace's head as she crouch-walked down the hall. This place... A hospital, from what she could tell... Was trashed. Lights barely working, water leaking, and the blood-- God, the blood...

"What the fuck is going on..." Grace whimpered to herself.

She hadn't found an exit, or anything to wear, but she had found a lighter! This provided some extra visibility... But meant that she couldn't use both hands to cover herself. Not that anyone was around to see her.

She hoped.

Grace walked along, one hand holding the lighter, while the other bounced between hiding her pussy, and covering her ass crack every time the building creaked behind her. She eyed the holes in the ceiling warily as she stepped past. As she raised her light to one of the holes...

She saw her.

A massive, monstrous... Girl?! If it could be classified like that? Its face was... Deformed, unnatural, and as Grace shrieked, so too did the beast! In an instant, Grace was sprinting down the hall. The creature quickly grew obscured in the darkness...

But she could see the lumbering silhouette, easily twice her size, letting out a scream that made Grace's ears ring. Her tits bounced painfully, her feet slipped and skidded on the tile floor, but escape was the only thing on her mind as she raced toward a light...