Something Wicked This Way Comes

The large bear snorted as he sniffed around the large expansive forest. Having escaped the lab during the beginning of the outbreak, the mutated creature headed where his natural instincts dragged him to...The woods. After finding himself in the dense woods, the large creature first found a nice large stream to slurp and drink some water from. It had been some time since it had a chance to drink some fresh water from a stream and so the bear was enjoying the cool water down it's parched throat. Once meeting his need for water, the bear was now going to look for the next most important thing....Food.

Growling, his large nostrils flaring as he began to sniff around, the bear began to lumber through the woods sniffing and looking for any potential scents of fresh meat he could pick up from his overly sensitive and extreme deep sense of smells.

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THREE MILES FROM RACCOON CITY...

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September 24th, 1998... 6:30 PM


Gwen rolled up to the gas station, her shiny new Chevy Malibu rolled up to the gas station. She stepped out, a woman of 5'9, wearing a tight, black short sleeved t-shirt bearing the Punisher's trademark skull upon the chest, a rather endowed, bouncy chest. Her long, shapely legs filled out her tight fitting black jeans, leaving little to her figure. Her belly button exposed, her eyes covered by a pair of aviators, her short black hair swaying in the warm Indian Summer air.



She looked around, seeing no other cars as she shoulders the large duffel bag and slams the door at the dusty pump. Weird... no traffic. Raccoon City must be the pits if its this dead out. She thought, slipping the pump back once she was finished filling her Malibu's tank. Heading to the gas station's door, her black and white hightops crunched the dusty soil under foot before entering the gleaming white tile of the gas station.

She looked around the vacant aisles, numerous snack foods and other crap stocked on the shelves. Your basic through way station. But it was quiet as the grave... you could hear a thumb tack hit the floor quiet. She walked up to the counter, ringing the bell, a twenty for the gas in hand. After a long pause she rang the bell again. "Hello?" She called out, her voice cool, slightly sweet sounding. There wasn't an answer for a little while, she hit the bell again. Then the door to the staff room made a banging sound. A rattle of the handle, before the young man in coveralls stumbled out drunkenly. He was dirty, covered in grease and motor oil, flannel shirt slightly unbuttoned, reddish blond hair. The air stank like a skunk, and looking at his red eyes, she chuckled to herself at the hobbies of these middle of nowhere gas station attendants.

The man stares at her for a moment, blinking his cracked red eyes. "S-sorry mam, was watchin' the game and..." He trailed off, staring at her chest. She slowly looked down, and back up. Sure they were big, but did he have to stare? "Ahem." She coughed, her index finger, the nail painted black, pointed up. "Up here, Bud." She smirked. He blinked, and chuckled nervously. "Twenty dollars for the pump." She says, holding up the bill. "Also, need to use your restroom...?" She asked, before the man blinked and nodded. "Ah-ha yeah, its over yonder, past the condoms-" He says, and Gwen is already on the move.

Closing the door faster than one could say Deliverance, she locked the door and walked over to one of the stalls, in case farmer John got curious. The bathroom was dirty, small with two stalls, and a rust stained sink. The wall tiles haven't been washed since the seventies and the calendar read May of 1988. She half expected cockroaches, but didn't see any as she hangs the duffel bag on the stall's hooks. She pulled off her sunglasses, her deep blue eyes staring back at her from the mirror, before setting them on the counter of the sink. If farmer John was getting a 'rise' off her right now, just wait till she changed out of her day clothes. She pulled her shirt up and around her DDs, which bounced upon lifting over her head.



Her toned, athletic body reflected back from the mirror in front of her, and she soon removed her tight jeans, shoes and socks. She pulls out the striped thigh high stockings, the PVC and Leather Maid outfit and began to slip it on. Her employer paid her quite a large sum to come out to this back water town. He was one of those 'eager types', and ironically the Chief of Police. The outfit snugly contoured to her soft, supple, and voluptuous figure. Her tight thigh highs skindentated her thick thighs, her long gothic punk style boots tied and ready. She wears her arm gloves that were latex, and tied on the apron and slid on the maid headdress. She had about an hour till she was needed, but it took some time to set herself up as she applied the ebony lipstick and dark eye shadow. She pops her lips and then pulls at her cleavage cut out, to produce a bit more cleavage for her jiggly DDs:





Before finishing up, she adjusted her garters with a snap, grabbed her duffel bag, and her sunglasses off the counter. With her plain clothes stored away, Gwen became 'Reiko' the fetish maid. She exits the bathroom, nonchalantly walking past the hillbilly who stared at her with an agape jaw and a jump of surprise. She turned to the man, eyes hidden by her shades. She slowly smirks. "Keep the change~" She soothingly replied, before exiting with a little more sway in her hips. Her car was fueled, ready to go. And so was she.

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September 24th, 1998... 7:02 PM


Gwen had seen nothing but trees for a while now. Some would say she was a wicked woman, then there was her friend, who shared the same occupation as her, Sarah White, who thought she was a 'cuddle rabbit'. She would be seeing Sarah already there, so she assumed. She was hired by Brian Irons as well, to show up at his private 'victory party'. Yeesh... She felt a little sick thinking of that. She never met him, but still... something felt bad about this, but the money was outrageous not to. Besides, it was her job. As she zoomed past even more trees, she saw a flash of red, and movement somewhere to the right of her vehicle. She ignored it as she pressed on, she'd be arriving in Raccoon City shortly after all.

[Moved on to the power plant road ]