X Gonna...

Ada longed to see this police station in its prime. Not that she felt much sympathy for this fallen bastion and all of the former people shambling around inside-- She just wanted to see how people managed to navigate this place on a routine basis!

BANG

She sent a hard kick at the door in front of her. Locked, with some kind of playing card symbol on it. "Damn it. What, does it need some kind of key?" Ada voiced to herself. "Now I need to backtrack halfway across the building!"

BANG, BANG, BANG

Ada continued trying to bust the door down. She may be quite the survivor, but her slender frame wasn't exactly built for brute force. She groaned, leaning against the door and coming to terms with her latest setback...

BANG... BANG... BANG...

She froze. Those weren't coming from her. Those were heavier, more rhythmic. Coming from a distance, but almost certainly getting closer. Footsteps. Swearing under her breath, Ada abandoned the locked door and doubled back down the hallway. Heels clacking, pistol drawn.

If she could just reach the safe room--

"SHIT!"

She opened the door just in time to bump straight into a hulking, undead man! Grey skin. Emotionless expression. He was easily three times her size, clad in a rain-soaked trench coat. The Tyrant.

"Shouldn't you be chasing a rookie cop somewhere?" Ada grunted. She tried to back away-- Only for the Tyrant to grab her, lifting her off her feet with one hand! She squirmed, kicking at his chest... Which felt more like kicking a wall than something supposedly organic. Her heels fell off as she struggled.

Plan B.

She pulled out her gun, and at point blank, unloaded three shots into his face. Nothing. The bastard didn't even flinch! His grip grew tighter. Ada only had one idea left...

Drawing her knife, she cut-- Not the Tyrant, but the straps of her dress! Raising her arms, she slipped smoothly out of her red cocktail dress, landing clean on the floor. The Tyrant looked at the fabric in his hand.

Then Ada.

Her dress was enticing, but clearly, she'd never intended to show off what was beneath it! Her tight body, now clad in a black bra and... Mismatched, cotton panties. With little cartoon cats printed on them, and her name on the waistband.

Ada could swear, this damned thing tilted its head in response to her choice in undies.

"Right. Like I'm taking fashion advice from you." Ada drew her pistol, taking two more shots, right in the Tyrant's eyes! Then she took off. Deeper into the police station, in nothing but her favorite panties...