RF0 Chapter 10

“Train full of luggage, and this is the only thing that fits?” Rebecca grumbles as she tries to smooth out the short, tight nurse’s outfit that she has appropriated to replace her ruined uniform.

“I think it suits you,” Billie remarks, keeping an eye on the door to the next car. They have to speak up to be heard over the rain pounding the train.

Rebecca blushes with Billie’s eyes on her and tugs at the hem of the white skirt, as though she can magically make it longer.

Rapid, muffled thuds come from the rear of the train. Gunshots.

Rebecca belts on her gun and medical pouch. “Someone’s still here.”

“Someone with automatic weapons,” Billie replies. “We need to stop this train.”

Rebecca doesn’t know what to think about that. Maybe getting away from whatever was in the woods back there is a good idea. On the other hand, there are bad things on this train, and moving them closer to Racoon City is dangerous. She’s no virologist, but she’s seen enough to know that isolation is a pretty good idea right now.

“Those could be my people,” she says.

“I’m not getting arrested today.”

“We have bigger problems. Come on.” Rebecca hurries to the door and hauls it open. “What were those things? They were like leeches.”

“I saw something like this once before, overseas. It wasn’t quite like this, though,” Billie says, following her into the next car. She pushes Rebecca aside in time to catch a zombie that lunges out of a sleeping compartment. Billie effortlessly uses the woman’s momentum to throw her over her hip, sending her crashing to the floor. Billie gives her a sharp kick that leaves her out cold. She snaps her fingers several times. “Kid?”

Rebecca focuses. Billie makes this look easy.

At the rear of the train, Billie doesn’t hesitate to open an exterior door and go out. Trees whip past in the dark as rain lashes the train and the wind howls. Rebecca braves the storm and covers her mouth.

The source of the shooting was not S.T.A.R.S. There isn’t much left of them. These men and women wear black tactical gear, including helmets and facemasks. They’re out of commission, and it looks like much of their equipment and clothes have been melted, but there’s no sign of whatever did this to them. The scene is horrific, and Rebecca feels oddly numb.

“It’s those things,” Billie says. “Those things that were after you.”

“Must’ve been a lot of them,” Rebecca says, resisting the impulse to check for a pulse. These people are dead. The train shudders, and Billie grabs her before she can go over the railing. “Aren’t we going kind of fast?” she asks.

“That’s what I’m trying to say!” Billie shouts back. “We have to get to the front and put the brakes on.”

“But who are these people?”

Billie points at a smudged hint of white and red on the shoulder of a fallen woman, half-burned by acid from the leeches. “Umbrella.”

Rebecca’s stomach sinks. “Oh my god. Jill was right.”

“Come on.” Billie pulls her by the hand. They shove through into the next car, where the way is blocked.

“Oh, no.” Rebecca’s voice cracks. “Edna.”

Edna’s skin is gray, and her clothes are stretched and torn. She’s hunched forward, her fat erection drooling on the stained carpet. The train bumps again, and Rebecca catches the seat beside her.

“I don’t have time for this,” Billie says, pulling her gun as Edna hurries forward.

“No!” Rebecca grabs her arm.

“Fine. She’s your problem.” Billie shakes Rebecca off and bounds over the seats, showing remarkable agility for a woman wearing such tight jeans.

Edna stays fixed on Rebecca, who readies her handcuffs and tries not to think about how interesting that penis looks. It’s like trying to concentrate after three drinks. Her nose tingles, but it’s different from allergies. Rebecca shakes her head to try to clear it, and Edna tackles her to the ground. Rebecca kicks and fights back, grabbing the seat and trying to pull herself toward it. Edna seizes her from behind, and that hard cock slides easily between Rebecca’s thighs. The stockings that accompany her nurse outfit offer little friction.

Rebecca freezes, preparing to violently throw an elbow back, but something stops her.

Edna growls and grunts, thrusting her hips to fuck Rebecca’s slim thighs.

Rebecca keeps still, heart thudding, an alarming heat between her legs. The cock isn’t touching her mound, but it’s close. A part of her wants to participate and grind, but she stays rigid.

Edna grunts savagely and smelly cum sprays erupts across the floor. Each time that cock throbs between her thighs, Rebecca’s heart skips. Then it’s over.

Edna moans and slumps on top of her.

Rebecca shakily picks herself up. Getting off can slow these zombies down. She hopes Edna’s refractory period is long as she hustles after Billy, the too-tight costume underwear now squishing uncomfortably. She’s never been this wet before.

Rebecca bursts into the cab, finding Billie’s gun in her face.

“Oh. It’s you.” Billie tucks the gun away and throws the brake. The train has headlights, but it’s hard to see anything out there. A horrible screech and a jerk cause the train to slow down.

“It’s working,” Rebecca says, relieved.

“Not fast enough,” Billie says as a dark shape looms. She grabs Rebecca’s hand and yanks her out of the cab as the train rams through a wooden barricade, howling into a tunnel. There’s another painfully loud jolt, then a moment of weightlessness as the floor abruptly shifts. Rebecca tries to hold onto Billie’s hand, but gravity throws her hard into the steel wall.