Survival: An Interactive Peril Story

G1, H

G1, H

Oh the horror of it all. The odds are ever not in their favor. So let's go with the biggest rescue attempt. And see if luck will prevail


G1. H

Yup, G1H too hehe :3

A1, H

Trent didn't so much make a decision as act on impulse, rushing for the farthest targets away. He made a mad dash toward the two raven haired beauties with a wild look to his eyes. "Trent!" Elena called as he rushed by, eyes spread in terror at the encroaching Gamma. He didn't completely ignore them though, aiming a parting shot directly at the Gamma's midsection on the way by. Buckshot pelted the gamma from twenty feet away, blood splashing onto the ground from numerous wounds. Its thick hide meant it was still standing but not without severe injuries. Another shot would surely have finished it, but Trent had no time for that.

"Lola, go on....without me..." Elise stammered through her heavy pants, still recovering from being thrown against the wall from the released pressure of a pitcher vine. It had become blocked and built up with nutrient fluid while she had to cut it to create a passage for them before. Lola had escaped injury, but Elise had nearly suffered a concussion from impacting the concrete walls of the hallway. Lola refused to leave her behind though, her twin sister sticking by her to the end.

At least she thought it might be the end before hearing a shotgun blast from a distance. The two guards looked up to see Trent's athletic figure barreling toward them, eyes burning with rage at the pitcher vines. He unloaded a shot in the vines' general direction, riddling them with holes as he rushed in with his knife. In a rage fueled assault he hacked through the two vines with his knife and drove them back through the door. "Sorry that was so close, this place is a fucking nightmare." He flashed them a genuine smile that left the pair utterly speechless.

Unfortunately, Trent's actions left everyone else undefended and at the mercy of the respective BOWs. Alexis continued to crawl away before finally abandoning the case she had so desperately clung to before. She threw it to her left into a pile of debris thought it was too late to make a difference. A meaty, webbed hand gripped her right hip while the other wrapped around her left. "Oh my god..." Alexis whimpered to herself as she was lifted into the salivating maw headfirst. Her pretty face was splashed with clear spit while her legs and arms thrashed in the Gamma's grip. "Hlpppp Mmmmmmmm!" She screamed from within its throat, breasts jiggling in her top.

Her two toned hair was matted to her head once she began to slide into its throat, large ass still sticking into the air. The Gamma reared back to send the rest of her body plummeting into a fleshy prison, leather skirt and boots splashing against the stomach lining. "No no no no!" Alexis screamed and battered the stomach from inside, creating undulations that were easily visible outside. The sounds of borborygmos swelled around her before stomach acid began to rise and threatened to digest her at a rapid pace.

The Gamma attacking Elena and Kirika had mostly recovered it composure from Trent's shotgun blast, but it was only able to grab one meal instead of two. "Tnnntttt! Hmmmmmpppph!" Kirika cried out while her torso was being gummed at. Her buxom chest threatened to burst out of her top at any moment, but the shirt held firm for the time being. Her legs were currently hanging over the lower lip of the BOW while it struggled to lift her hefty curves Trent didn't so much make a decision as act on impulse, rushing for the farthest targets away. He made a mad dash toward the two raven haired beauties with a wild look to his eyes. "Trent!" Elena called as he rushed by, eyes spread in terror at the encroaching Gamma. He didn't completely ignore them though, aiming a parting shot directly at the Gamma's midsection on the way by. Buckshot pelted the gamma from twenty feet away, blood splashing onto the ground from numerous wounds. Its thick hide meant it was still standing but not without severe injuries. Another shot would surely have finished it, but Trent had no time for that.

"Lola, go on....without me..." Elise stammered through her heavy pants, still recovering from being thrown against the wall from the released pressure of a pitcher vine. It had become blocked and built up with nutrient fluid while she had to cut it to create a passage for them before. Lola had escaped injury, but Elise had nearly suffered a concussion from impacting the concrete walls of the hallway. Lola refused to leave her behind though, her twin sister sticking by her to the end.

At least she thought it might be the end before hearing a shotgun blast from a distance. The two guards looked up to see Trent's athletic figure barreling toward them, eyes burning with rage at the pitcher vines. He unloaded a shot in the vines' general direction, riddling them with holes as he rushed in with his knife. In a rage fueled assault he hacked through the two vines with his knife and drove them back through the door. "Sorry that was so close, this place is a fucking nightmare." He flashed them a genuine smile that left the pair utterly speechless.

Unfortunately, Trent's actions left everyone else undefended and at the mercy of the respective BOWs. Alexis continued to crawl away before finally abandoning the case she had so desperately clung to before. She threw it to her left into a pile of debris thought it was too late to make a difference. A meaty, webbed hand gripped her right hip while the other wrapped around her left. "Oh my god..." Alexis whimpered to herself as she was lifted into the salivating maw headfirst. Her pretty face was splashed with clear spit while her legs and arms thrashed in the Gamma's grip. "Hlpppp Mmmmmmmm!" She screamed from within its throat, breasts jiggling in her top.

Her two toned hair was matted to her head once she began to slide into its throat, large ass still sticking into the air. The Gamma reared back to send the rest of her body plummeting into a fleshy prison, leather skirt and boots splashing against the stomach lining. "No no no no!" Alexis screamed and battered the stomach from inside, creating undulations that were easily visible outside. The sounds of borborygmos swelled around her before stomach acid began to rise and threatened to digest her at a rapid pace.

The Gamma attacking Elena and Kirika had mostly recovered it composure from Trent's shotgun blast, but it was only able to grab one meal instead of two. "Tnnntttt! Hmmmmmpppph!" Kirika cried out while her torso was being gummed at. Her buxom chest threatened to burst out of her top at any moment, but the shirt held firm for the time being. Her legs were currently hanging over the lower lip of the BOW while it struggled to lift her hefty curves into its mouth. The attack had left it injured, reducing the speed at which it could swallow its prey.

Elena fled in horror after Trent as the last of her boss's voluptuous body was slurped up, tumbling down into the stomach to create a bigger paunch than even Alexis made. "Let me out! I don't deserve this!!" Kirika screamed while clawing at the stomach lining, burning her own energy reserves while being doused with digestive fluids. She collapsed into tears and prayed Trent would rescue her in time.

Meanwhile, Ming was already a sightly bulge from outside the Rubber Worm. "MMMMPPPHHH!!!" She screamed in terror while her face's outline was completely impressed against the worm's skin.

Her massive breasts were held firmly in place by the worm's rubbery hide while her wide hips and thighs formed a perfect hourglass shape that a master craftsman would be proud of. The caveat of the Rubber Worm was a weak digestive systems and flexible body, ensuring a slow demise and nearly impossible escape for its victims. The secretary's journey to be broken down into nutrients had begun with only outside intervention the only hope of rescue.

"Trent! It ate Kikira, you have to do something!" Elena sprinted toward Trent with frantic shouts, heels clacking even while Elise and Lola looked on in shock. "Ms. Vellers, what're you doing here?!" Elise questioned as she thought all VIPs had been evacuated already. "We came here to procure an important project with Trent hired as protection. You have to help her!" Elena answered quickly before pointing back at the still injured Gamma.

Trent could see the now waddling Gammas and recognized the one he had shot further away. He could also make out Alexis's struggling paunch and Ming's devoured body as well. Trent was readying himself to act when another tremor struck the lab, throwing them all off balance. He staggered into the pile of debris Alexis had thrown the case into, his right hand brushing against the cold metal. "Wait, this is that...." He began to mutter before yet another, even more powerful tremor shook the very foundations of the structure.

Trent ripped the case out of the debris before it caved in on itself only to be tossed off balance. His flimsy grip on the stainless steel case was lost and sent it flying above him as he his the ground on his back. What unfolded next was either a cosmic prank or a typical day with Trent Reddick's luck. The clasp on the case somehow came loose in midair and sent the contents inside sprawling, among them a syringe with a purple liquid suspended inside. The needle spun round and round as it descended upon the unsuspecting bodyguard.

Trent tried to catch the thin apparatus only to for it to slip through his fingers, needle angled down perfectly. It stabbed into his neck soon after with the momentum of the syringe forcing the needle down as well, injecting his directly with the contents. "Ow! Motherfucker..." Trent pulled the needle out and looked at the now empty syringe, mind racing at what the hell he had just been injected with. Elena and the others were still recovering themselves and hadn't seen what had happened, allowing Trent to recover the case and stuff the syringe back into it unabated. He fastened the case shut tight and kicked it toward Elena while shouting, "Keep that thing safe!"

His vision blurred slightly, but he still felt healthy overall. And everything seemed a little louder? Maybe it was just the adrenaline, but he could swear he hear something like the sound of vines creeping against concrete....

Trent Reddick
Health: 100%

Inventory: Car keys, Wallet ($200 cash), Trench Knife, KS-23 shotgun (4/, Level A keycard

Entourage: Rebecca Chang ( bit.ly/3FC9oUw ): ???
Kirika Azumi ( https://bit.ly/3V2PKqp ): 50% Health, Unarmed
Elena Vellers ( https://bit.ly/3HLIVX3 ): 65% Health, Sample Case
Ming-Fa Song ( http://bit.ly/3FC9oUw ): 60% Health, Unarmed
Elise (Pic of Elise & Lola, Elise is on the left: https://bit.ly/3ne8fgF ): 90% Health (+15% Chance to be devoured due to unknown pheromones)
Lola (Pic of Elise & Lola, Lola is on the right: https://bit.ly/3ne8fgF ): 90% Health (+15% Chance to be devoured due to unknown pheromones)

Approval: Rebecca Chang: 45% Friendly Acquaintance
Lara Croft: 35% Friendly Acquaintance
Kirika Azumi: 32% Friendly Acquaintance*
Elena Vellers: 30% Friendly Acquaintance
Ming-Fa Song: 27% Neutral Acquaintance

Character(s) in distress: Rebecca Chang: (???)
Ming-Fa Song: 60% Health (-5% Health next update unless rescued), Devoured and being digested by Rubber Worm
Kirika Azumi: 50% Health (-25% Health next update unless rescued), Devoured and being digested by Gamma Hunter
Alexis Graham (Pics of Alexis: Front: https://bit.ly/3I6wdS6 Side: https://bit.ly/44TP2lf ): 75% Health (-25% Health next update unless rescued), Devoured and being digested by Gamma Hunter

Primary Objective: Escort Kirika and Elena through the tunnels and labs alive
Secondary Objectives: 1. Escort anyone else they find alive for a bonus reward per person that survives
2. Find data relating to the lab and anything else classified then upload it to a secure server

What will Trent do first?

A) Check on Elena and the two new arrivals, something isn't sitting right with him... (Will ensure Elena, Elise, and Lola's safeties)

B) Rush the Gamma that devoured Alexis, Trent can finish it off with his knife and a few shells (85% Chance of Success, Success will kill the gamma and allow him to free Alexis, Failure will result in Alexis falling unconscious and lose an additional -25% health;)

C) Rush the Gamma that devoured Kirika, Trent will finish it off with another shotgun shell to the face and his knife (75% Chance of Success, Success will kill the gamma and allow him to free Kirika, Failure will result in Kirika falling unconscious and lose an addititional -25% health; )

D) Ignore the Gammas and sprint after Ming, the worm is looking to escape with her into the depths of the labs (65% Chance of Success, Success will kill the worm and all him to free Ming, Failure will result in the Rubber Worm escaping; 15% Chance for Elena to be devoured, 20% chance for Elise to be devoured, and 20% chance for Lola to be devoured)

What will Trent do after that?

E) Attack the Gamma that devoured Alexis, Trent will dispose of it next (70% Chance of Success, Success will kill the gamma and allow him to free Alexis, Failure will result in Alexis falling unconscious and lose an additional -25% health)

F) Finish off the Gamma that ate Kirika, Trent will put it out of its misery (60% Chance of Success, Success will kill the gamma and allow him to free Kirika, Failure will result in Kirika falling unconscious and lose an additional -25% health)

G) Find the worm that ate Ming and cut her free, Trent is done with these things (50% Chance of Success, Success will kill the worm and all him to free Ming, Failure will result in the Rubber Worm escaping)

If Elena, Elise, and Lola aren't checked on: 15% Chance for Elena to be devoured, 20% chance for Elise to be devoured, and 20% chance for Lola to be devoured

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Everyone had agreed to travel with Luna toward The Garden given they really had no other destination in mind. The lights of the sterile hallway flickered and lowered their visibility somewhat, forcing the five women to move at a cautious pace. Luna took it upon herself to lead the charge with Hina close behind. Cerise walked at Hina's side while Cynthia and Emilia followed closely at the rear. They were all armed with makeshift bludgeons in the form of various office decorations, furniture, or pieces of debris.

Their cautious movement however proved more of a detriment than an advantage as they presented themselves as prime targets. Their voluptuous bodies combined with Luna's pheromones brought pitcher vines down directly upon them via a root system that had snaked its way through the shoddy construction of the area. Another fantastic example of Umbrella cutting corners at the expense of employee safety. The first vine literally burst from the ceiling above Luna, showering her in gypsum and leaves. "Fuckin-MMMFFF!" Luna's pretty head was engulfed all at once, the vine latching onto her with the strength of a vacuum. Her facial expression contorted into one of surprise and terror while being swallowed by the vine.

Hina and Cerise inadvertently stood back to back in the center of the hallway at the same time, presenting the perfect target. A larger vine exploded through the cheap ceiling tiles overhead, opening wide enough to catch them both. "NNNMMMM!" Hina screamed against the vine's elastic interior while Cerise blinked in disbelief behind her. Both were caught entirely to their shoulders before it began to hoist them off their feet. Heels and pantyhose clad legs kicked at the air but only showed off their curvaceous bodies more.

Standing at the rear allowed Emilia to see the others attacked first and fall to her ample bottom in surprise when the same happened upon her and Cynthia. "Oh com-MMmmph!" The buxom blonde dropped her weapon and clawed at the vine that latched on her head, feet buckling under its intense pressure. Not a moment later, she too began to be swallowed by the vine, disappearing into the interior while her legs lingered. Suddenly Emilia found herself the only one free and able to take action....

Hina Takahashi ( https://bit.ly/3KlUVhS )
Health: 85%; Being devoured by Pitcher Vine alongside Cerise

Inventory: Steel folding chair

Entourage: Cerise Darling ( https://bit.ly/3Uu1N1i ): 85% Health; Being devoured by Pitcher Vine alongside Hina
Cynthia Madison ( https://bit.ly/3zL9yX6 ): 80% Health; Being devoured by Pitcher Vine
Emilia Gionne ( https://bit.ly/3KpyPL8 ): 85% Health, Heavy office decoration
Luna Bravo ( http://bit.ly/3zLbE9m ): 35% Health (+10% Health next update; +15% Chance to be devoured due to unknown pheromones); Being devoured by Pitcher Vine

Character(s) in distress: Hina Takahashi ( https://bit.ly/3KlUVhS ): 85% Health, Being devoured by Pitcher Vine alongside Cerise
Cerise Darling ( https://bit.ly/3Uu1N1i ): 85% Health; Being devoured by Pitcher Vine alongside Hina
Cynthia Madison ( https://bit.ly/3zL9yX6 ): 80% Health; Being devoured by Pitcher Vine
Luna Bravo ( http://bit.ly/3zLbE9m ): 35% Health (+10% Health next update; +15% Chance to be devoured due to unknown pheromones); Being devoured by Pitcher Vine

Who will Emilia attempt to rescue?

1) Luna, she knows her way around the labs better than anyone (60% Chance of success, Success will rescue Luna, Failure will result in her being devoured)

2) Hina and Cerise, Emilia will return the favor of Hina rescuing her before (40% Chance of success, Success will rescue both women, Failure will result in them being devoured)

3) Cynthia, she's the closest and might have the best chance of being rescued (75% Chance of Success, Success will rescue Cynthia, Failure will result in her being devoured)

Don't worry about Rebecca not appearing here, she'll be showing up in her own update soonish...

BG,2

BG, 2 as well haha

Yup, BG 2

We're gonna shift gears here to the perspective of the proprietor of a local strip club called Cherry Pie.....

Brett leaned back in his luxurious leather office chair, feet planted firmly atop one another on his desk. "Ah, life is good." The Italian Maple desk was far larger than necessary, stretching three feet long and five feet wide. It matched one of Brett's philosophies, this one being live by excess. If you've got the money, why not flaunt it? Of course, his fortune was earned by way of ill-gotten gains. He had his fingers in many aspects of the criminal underworld including weapons trafficking, the drug trade, expansive prostitution rings, and probably more. He had a hard time keeping track of it. But the important thing was that everybody knew not to fuck with Brett 'The Broman' Pryce. As long as they did that, he was as amicable as they came.

His office was decorated in a rustic fashion with wooden walls and decor that wouldn't be out of place in a saloon from the 1800s. Brett had a fixation with the classics and bygone years that was evident in some of his tastes. A cattle skull hanging on the wall behind him was one of the more garish decorations, but it said everything he wanted it to say.

Brett considered himself a handsome fellow with chiseled features. He also wore his hair in the popular style of the time with his hair gelled up and the upper half dyed frosted blonde. He wore a tight fitting leather jacket over a simple olive green t-shirt that hung low to show his self considered rugged chest. He was in good shape and had an athletic build though his biceps were larger fairly large thanks to his unabashed steroid use. A guy has to use every advantage he can, ya know? Blue jeans and simple brown boots completed his outfit, his person preference for everyday wear.



Alongside his steroid use, he also had a bad habit of heavy drug use as evidenced by the stash of drugs in the top left drawer of his desk. Even now he could feel it calling to him. He'd sworn to his girls he would stop and had tossed the last of the white powder away, but he couldn't resist the urge to keep an extra batch around for a rainy day. And today wasn't exactly rainy, but it was overcast so it could happen. "Just one more time..." With his office clear, Brett swiftly pulled the drawer out and rustled through the papers to a secret compartment chiseled into the base of the drawer. There he withdrew a clear, square case that was already mixed into a large Speedball.

From there, he whipped out the clear tray he regularly used to imbibe his narcotics and dumped the Speedball onto it. "Oooh yeah, come to papa..." He used a small sheet of rolling paper to create a tube and shoved it into the powder before snorting it entirely up his nostrils, consuming the combination of drugs in a literal second. "Oh fuck yeah! That's the goddamn ticket!! Whoo! Brett screamed and kicked away from his desk, spinning in his chair with legs outstretched like a young child. It had been weeks since he'd experienced a high like this and was having the time of his life until he felt a pain in his chest.

"Oh. Fuck. Is this a heart attack?" He felt his left arm go numb and meekly wheeled himself back to his desk before everything went dark. Brett's head collided with the plastic tray and sent his drug paraphernalia sprawling out across the floor, right arm hanging limp in the air as well. A few moments later his heart stopped and Brett 'The Broman' Pryce as known in Cherry Pie was clinically dead.








For roughly a minute at least. "Huuurrgh!" Brett grunted in pain before inhaling massive a lungful of air. His eyes were wide as saucers as he looked around the room, processing what he was seeing. He looked down to see an emergency needle of adrenaline sticking out of his chest. "So that's where that was." He stated matter-of-factly before pulling the syringe out and dropping to the hardwood floors. "Brett what in the fuck?! You told us you were done you fucking prick!" A soft voice screamed at him from near his feet.

You'd think he'd be used to them by now but Brett still stared at Alisha's massive rack while she sat on her knees with tears welling up. Her pretty gray eyes sparkled with water while she brushed away strands of her golden blonde hair. She had her hair fashioned in a large ponytail that hung over her white top and skin tight hip hugger jeans. Her outfit was so tight it left nothing to the imagination despite the fact she wasn't on the clock anymore.



Behind her were two other women clad in skimpy clothes after they'd just completed a set of dances. Stella wore her hair in pigtails with two toned blonde and pink hair, a tight cyan top and matching panties for her bottom. She wasn't quite as curvy as Alisha but she could give the woman a run for her money. She had a distressed look on her face as she'd seen Brett in this situation at least once before, a valid concern considering he was responsible for their livelihood.



Next to Stella was the young Astrid, one of the newest additions to the club who had recently moved there from Sweden. She was clad in a pink bra and panties watching on inquisitively as she hadn't seen Brett in this situation yet. The severity of the situation also hadn't dawn on her yet either given she just kept glancing between everyone else.



"Fuck you Brett! You said this wouldn't happen again." Stella cursed and stomped to her feet while turning her back to her boss. "What exactly happened?" Aria asked innocently, her thick Swedish accent like honey to Brett's ears. "Don't worry about it, Astrid. I'm better now." Brett said before pulling the needle out of his chest and propping himself against his desk. He struggled to climb to his feet but his strength was returning. While he was working on standing, in walked another of his girls who missed all the excitement.

"What's going on?" Cassandra's brown eyes blinked in confusion at the distressed expressions of Alisha and Stella as she glimpsed Brett's less than healthy pallor. She dressed in a green shirt about 3 sizes too small that was only held in place by a a few buttons, massive breasts threatening to spill out at any moment. Her brown hair was tied into a fashionable ponytail while styled bangs hung over her eyes. She wore daisy duke shorts and black heels clacked on the wooden floors with each step.



"It's all good, Cassy. We're just talking about recent finances." Brett replied with a chuckle while scooping his previous mistake under his desk with his left foot. He then collapsed into his chair with a deep sigh and crackled his knuckles, brushing off his near death experience as just another day at the office. "You...." Alisha pointed her finger in anger but didn't bother to finish her sentence, knowing nothing was going to convince Brett at the moment. She would need to talk to him when he was in his right mind and more healthy.

As he was still slumped in his chair, Brett felt the oddest sensation of the ground rumbling beneath his feet. "Wait...do you girls feel that?" He asked just before a massive tremor shook the entire building to its core. The wooden floorboards of Brett's office shook so hard some began to dislodge and present perilous footing. "Fuck, get over here! Some of you can hide under my desk!" He shouted then instinctively kicked away his drug paraphernalia and the syringe to make the ground safer. All four women ran to him and squeezed as best they could under the spacious desk, their voluptuous curves making it a very tight squeeze.

The entire building continued to quake as Brett threw his chair down over the desk to create more makeshift cover for the girls, his mind racing to the safety of the others in the club. Before he could even take another step however the ground gave way beneath him. "MOoootherfuuuu-!!" Brett's voice trailed off as he found himself plummeting into the darkness, the screams of his girls audible just a few feet away. He fell for what felt like an hour but was actually akin to roughly ten seconds.

Upon landing Brett was even more surprised his fall was broken by soft, thick grass growing underground. "The hell?" He opened his eyes and found himself staring up at a layer of collapsed debris held in place by a jammed shutter. Little did he know they had fallen in the unmarked network of tunnels that ran beneath Raccoon City and were currently being being commandeered by various greater interests. "This fucking place has been beneath the Cherry Pie the whole time? And why's grass growing down here?" Brett scooped up a handful of the green stuff as he sat up only to be thrown off by the texture of it. The grass felt spongy, not fibrous like the normal stuff.

"What in the fuck?" He discarded the false grass and then immediately looked over to the desk only to be bewildered at what he was seeing. The desk had landed right side up and was mostly intact, but the girls were another story. The grass was coming alive and had started to wrap around them like rope while also dragging them further into the tunnel. "MMMmph!" "Brrrppph!" "Nnnnnnnmmmmm!" "Nnnnngh!" The four of them cried out as their mouths were gagged by grass bonds, arms wrenched behind their backs while they were kneaded across the top of the ground. The spongy tendrils were concentrated at the necks, waists, and ankles to constrict the most mobile parts of the body, thus making escape impossible on their own.

First a huge earthquake in fucking Kentucky and then killer grass?! Am I dead or still tripping??? While reflecting on his state of mind, Brett rushed to his desk and scrambled for the key in his pocket. The four were being carried away in the meantime, already several feet away from the desk. He had some weapons stored in the bottom right drawer in case of an emergency and this definitely qualified as such. He finally managed pull out the small key and shoved it into the lock before practically ripping the entire drawer out of its resting place.

One of Brett's many quirks was an almost obsession with the Old West. One of his stashed guns was a lever action Winchester Model 1887 shotgun straight out of Terminator 2, one of his favorite movies of all time. He knew instantly it was a cinematic classic when he saw it in theaters and just had to have a gun like Arnold on the big screen. It was chambered for 12 gauge shells and he had plenty of buckshot for anything else that might be down in the tunnels.



He whipped on the bandoleer he kept in the drawer and shoved the shotgun into a hip holster he fastened in place as well. His next gun was a Single Action Army Revolver forged out of stainless steel with a pearl grip. It was chambered in .454 Casull which he was told was overkill, and the price point for ammo would have the average person agreeing. But to Brett, the gun was one of the single most beautiful things he'd ever seen. It didn't quite match up to the beautiful curves of his girls, but for an inanimate object he felt a strong material love for it. "This grass is fucked." He boasted while gathering ammo for his firearms.


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And lastly the final tool he needed. An oversized Bowie Knife with a custom carved grip as the last thing fastened to his belt. He unsheathed the blade and test it once against the drawer, slicing into the wood with the slightest of pressure. "Ooooh yeah come to papa." Brett muttered with a psychopathic smile, blade reflecting his malevolent grin.



Yet his smile quickly faded once he turned his attention back to the girls. Now sticking out of the ground and beginning to eat each of the strippers headfirst were four green worm-like things. The worm-like things were the same color as the grass but emerged directly from the ground. Round maws extended over the heads and shoulders of the girls, expanding without any difficulty over their voluptuous bodies. Brett couldn't believe what he was seeing but more importantly a vast well of rage began to burn deep in his belly. Normally his bouts of rage hit at inopportune times thanks to his steroid usage, but in this particular instance his roid rage might be beneficial for the first time ever.

Veins began to bulge out of forehead as Brett took one step. Then another. Then another before breaking out into a full spring at one of the worm things....

Brett "The Broman" Pryce
Health: 98%

Inventory: Sawn off Model 1887 shotgun (7/21), .454 Casull Revolver (5/25), Bowie Knife

Entourage: Alisha ( https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/669262595198550017/1131446232171171901/where_was_that_purse_shop_honey__by_aiproject52_dg333jk-fullview.png ): 90% Health; Unarmed
Stella ( https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/669262595198550017/1131446232171171901/where_was_that_purse_shop_honey__by_aiproject52_dg333jk-fullview.png ): 90% Health; Unarmed
Astrid ( https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/669262595198550017/1131444641707851816/yes____i_know____i_m_almost_ready__by_aiproject52_dg2nt1q-fullview.png ): 90% health; Unarmed
Cassandra ( https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/669262595198550017/1131444519464873995/flexibility_is_a_good_feature_by_c18aiart_dfpebml-414w-2x.png ): 90% Health, Unarmed

Character(s) in Distress: Alisha: Being eaten by Root Maw
Stella: Being eaten by Root Maw
Astrid: Being eaten by Root Maw
Cassandra: Being eaten by Root Maw

Who will Brett rescue? (State up to 2 characters)

A) Alisha, she's one of Brett's best girls and has worked with him the longest

B) Stella, she's one of his newer hires but is a bright young woman with a bright future ahead of herself

C) Astrid, she's his newest girl but is so sweet and bubbly plus it's not her fault she's being eaten by a giant Root

D) Cassandra, she's one of his longest term workers and has always shown concern Brett

Hmm... I guess, A & D as I'd stick with people I know

yeah I'd say sacrifice the twins, save the people you know the longest A & D

C & D a healthy mix XD

Trent shook off his disorientation as he looked ahead, feeling reinvigorated by the injection. Damn, what was in that thing? I'm feeling better than ever! His attention snapped first to the gamma that ate Alexis, body moving before his mind caught up. It suddenly seemed as if his limbs were moving on autopilot, legs pumping and arms swinging with weapons in hand. "Gotta make this quick!" He raised his knife and drove it into the Gamma's left knee by sliding in under its reach on his knees, simultaneously raising his shotgun to blast it at point blank range in the back. The swift assault brought the Gamma to its knees where Trent then stood up and fired another shot directly into the back of its head, executing the BOW without remorse.

"Now the fun part..." Trent held his nose while flipping the bipedal frog over and driving his knife into its swollen gut. He had a feeling he'd better get used to this given Umbrella seemed to a fascination for creating things that eat women whole. He was surprised by how easily he was able to cut through the almost leathery hide of the Gamma with a coughing Alexis spilling a few moments later. "Oh god that was too close..." She managed to mutter while Trent helped her up, offering his shoulder to the young woman. "Thanks, I thought that was it." She smiled softly and clutched Trent's jacket only for him to release her at the same time. "I've got to help the others, the case and the others are over there." He directed Alexis to Elena, Elise, and Lola before leaping back into action.

As much as he wanted to help her, he ignored the Gamma still digesting Kirika. He could see her pleading visage pressed against the stomach, a horrific sight that would definitely being sticking with him. But he had to find Ming. The worm could be anywhere by now given much debris there was to hide under. But luckily its meal was the shapely Ming as Trent caught sight of her struggling chest over a flipped piece of collapsed concrete. "Found ya bitch." He boasted and charged the Rubber Worm, knife at the ready. Using his momentum, Trent sliced into the rubbery hide and cleaved off its 'head' in one stroke, or more accurately the nerve cluster that controlled all higher functions close to its maw.

Ming continued to struggle in its body until Trent was able to finally cut her free, finding the secretary a quivering mess and covered in sticky stomach residue. She hadn't been in the worm long enough to suffer major physical harm, but she was terrified out of her mind again. "C'mon Ming, I've got you. We can get you over to the others where it's safe. Then I'll help Kirika." Trent lifted the secretary to her feet, who still refused to say a word with eyes locked on the ground.

Kirika had passed out in the belly of the Gamma, back against the stomach lining and head just barely above the acid where she could still breath. At the current rate, she was going to perish in less than a minute if not helped. The only thought she had before she had fallen unconscious was why hadn't Trent saved her? She thought they had a growing connection, but perhaps that was just a fantasy on her part. Most of her outerwear had dissolved by that point, leaving her wearing only her fancy lingerie...



While escorting Ming back to the others, Trent's ears perked upon hearing the sound of plant fiber against concrete again. There's that sound... And at the same time, the doors behind Elena and the others suddenly opened. Two pitcher vines shot forth and grabbed Elise and Lola by the heads, attracted by their pheromones. "MMMph!" "NNNNfffff!" Their muted screams matched their struggles as they were dragged back through the doors, their bodies being swallowed rapidly due to their struggles. Even their massive breasts rolled as the vines expanded over them, adapting to the bodies of their prey.

A hidden, third vine then descended beneath the other two to grab a bewildered Elena. She thought she was safe after backing away several feet yet the pitcher vine proved her wrong. It clamped onto her face and slammed her to the ground chest first, leaving her ass and legs flailing in the air. "MMMMMmffff!" She screamed as it viciously ate her faster than the other plants were devouring the twins, dragging so fast she was already beneath them.

"Oh what the fuck?!" Alexis shouted and ran back toward Trent, hands pressing the case tightly against her bosom. Now Trent was forced to make another difficult choice. Let the plant have three more of his companions or rescue Kirika before it was too late....

Trent Reddick
Health: 100%

Inventory: Car keys, Wallet ($200 cash), Trench Knife, KS-23 shotgun (4/8 ), Level A keycard

Entourage: Rebecca Chang ( https://bit.ly/3KH3MLd ): ???
Kirika Azumi ( https://bit.ly/44R3zhd ): 25% Health, Unarmed
Elena Vellers ( https://bit.ly/3HLIVX3 ): 65% Health, Sample Case
Ming-Fa Song ( http://bit.ly/3FC9oUw ): 60% Health, Unarmed
Elise (Pic of Elise & Lola, Elise is on the left: https://bit.ly/3ne8fgF ): 90% Health (+15% Chance to be devoured due to unknown pheromones)
Lola (Pic of Elise & Lola, Lola is on the right: https://bit.ly/3ne8fgF ): 90% Health (+15% Chance to be devoured due to unknown pheromones)
Alexis Graham (Pics of Alexis: Front: https://bit.ly/3I6wdS6 Side: https://bit.ly/44TP2lf ): 75% Health, Sample Case

Approval: Rebecca Chang: 45% Friendly Acquaintance
Lara Croft: 35% Friendly Acquaintance
Kirika Azumi: 32% Friendly Acquaintance*
Elena Vellers: 30% Friendly Acquaintance
Ming-Fa Song: 27% Neutral Acquaintance

Character(s) in distress: Rebecca Chang: (???)
Kirika Azumi: 25% Health (Will be digested next update unless rescued), Devoured and being digested by Gamma Hunter
Elise: 80% Health (Will be devoured and abducted next update unless rescued),
Lola: 80% Health  (Will be devoured and abducted next update unless rescued),
Elena Vellers: 75% Health (Will be devoured and abducted next update unless rescued),


Primary Objective: Escort Kirika and Elena through the tunnels and labs alive
Secondary Objectives: 1. Escort anyone else they find alive for a bonus reward per person that survives
2. Find data relating to the lab and anything else classified then upload it to a secure server

Who will Trent rescue?

A) Kirika; she's been trapped in the Gamma's stomach for a long time when she was already hurt. He has to get her out of there before it's too late!

B) Elena, Elise, & Lola; He has no idea where the plant is taking them and he might not be able to reach them again. He need to ensure their safety now!

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Rebecca crawled out of the vent covered in dust but otherwise healthy. She'd had a stroke of good luck in that the pitcher vine cut itself on a jagged piece of metal in the vent, allowing her to wiggle free while it retreated with a trail of green blood in its wake. "I'm going to need to shower for like a week to clean my pores." The reporter scoffed and brushed herself clean as best she could before noticing something odd at her feet.

After taking a few steps forward, Rebecca realized she was no longer standing on concrete but rather a white layer of something soft. She blinked and gave her eyes time to adjust, realizing there were three struggling figures in front of her. Suspended in webs were the bodies of three women. It was difficult to see in the light, but she could just making out what they looked like through the webbing.



The first woman on the left had raven black hair and blue skin with make up designs under her eyes and on her lips. Or maybe they were tattoos? Either way, she struggled against the silk and her silver eyes begged for Rebecca to rescue her.



The second woman had albino skin and hair to match, her eyes and irises drained of any color. She fought the hardest of the three and caused her cocoon to rock back and forth.



The third woman had green hair with flowers decorating her head but otherwise peach colored skin and green eyes. There was something about the three women that made them appear slightly inhuman, but then again that was quickly becoming the norm.



If she acted quickly, Rebecca might be able to tear one of them free, but should she in the first place? What if whatever wrapped them up was still around?

Rebecca Chang: 60% Health
Inventory: Unarmed

Characters in distress:
Black haired woman: ??? https://bit.ly/44GNWZE
White haired woman: ??? https://bit.ly/43NWNaA
Green haired woman: ??? https://bit.ly/44LkPEF

Who will Rebecca attempt to rescue?

D) The black haired woman (85% Chance of Success, Success will rescue her, Failure will result in her remaining trapped)

E) The white haired woman (85% Chance of Success, Success will rescue her, Failure will result in her remaining trapped)

F) The green haired woman (85% Chance of Success, Success will rescue her, Failure will result in her remaining trapped)

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It was a long shot given they were in the most awkward position to grab, but Emilia had to try. She ran past Cynthia's flailing legs and grabbed onto Hina and Cerise, wrapping her arms around their knees while they were still in reach. She felt them stop for a brief moment, the combined weight of all three women seemingly too much for the vine. "Keep throwing your weight toward the ground, girls!" Emilia encouraged them to keep fighting while she did the same, legs pedaling as low as she could manage.

"Aaaaagggghh!" Luna wailed against the vine that devoured her to no avail, voluptuous hips swallowed up high and higher with each passing second. She couldn't believe this was happening. All her training and skills meant nothing against such inhuman creatures. Even her enhancements had failed her. Was this meant to be? She had never been religious nor believed in the concept of fate, but no matter what she did it ended the same way. Always in failure and now she was being eaten alive again. She began to weep quietly as the pitcher vine swallowed her heeled boots and spirited her away to the main plant body, rescue now impossible for the time being.

"FFFFFFFMMMMmmmm!" Cynthia gnashed her teeth and cussed at the pitcher vine, pantyhose clad legs still kicking wildly while they could. She knew Emilia wasn't going to rescue her. She would have felt acted by now if she had been chosen. Instead, the blonde secretary spend her last few moments struggling against the inevitable before the vine's maw sucked in the feet. She was a smaller meal than Luna and so was devoured in less time, kneaded through the air vents as she wat toward the main plant body.

"Why isn't it dropping us?!" Emilia shouted as they'd had been suspended for well over a minute by that point, the vine refusing to drop them. Muted cries answered her from Hina and Cerise, causing the wealthy heiress to look up and see what was happening. She could see something writhing beneath the outer layer of the vine and wrapping itself under the busts of both women. Only a few seconds later, Emilia let out a frightful wail when Hina and Cerise were violently yanked upward by several inches, pulling them up to their knees into the vine's maw. She had to let go lest she be captured and watched in horror as they were swallowed whole like the others, audibly being carried away through the vents.

"Agh, I can't move at all!" Hina said inside the vine, arms restricted by the extra tendril that had lifted them. "I can't either. Fuck!" Cerise said in dismay with a curse for emphasis. What was going to happen to them now? That was the question they thought in tandem, backs pressed against each other as shared passengers at the plant's mercy. They would find out in the Garden with the others soon enough....

Emilia was left a quivering mess in the hallway, total silence permeating the air around her. She didn't know what to do at this point. She could still hear them being pulled through the vents. She could try to follow them or just cut her losses now and try to escape the complex....

Emilia Gionne
Health: 85% Health
Inventory: Nothing

Character(s) in distress: Hina Takahashi ( https://bit.ly/3KlUVhS ): 85% Health, Devoured and being abducted by Pitcher Vine alongside Cerise; Can still be heard above Emilia
Cerise Darling ( https://bit.ly/3Uu1N1i ): 85% Health; Devoured and being abducted by Pitcher Vine alongside Hina; Can still be heard above Emilia
Cynthia Madison ( https://bit.ly/3zL9yX6 ): 80% Health; Devoured and being abducted by Pitcher Vine; Can still be heard above Emilia
Luna Bravo ( http://bit.ly/3zLbE9m ): 45% Health (+10% Health next update; +15% Chance to be devoured due to unknown pheromones); Devoured and being abducted by Pitcher Vine; Can still be heard above Emilia

What will Emilia do?

1) Try to listen and follow them through the halls, Emilia will pursue them as long as she can (75% Chance of Success, Success will allow her to keep up with the sounds; Failure will result in Emilia being becoming lost in the labs; 20% chance of Emilia being devoured if roll fails)

2) Abandon the others and try to escape, Emilia needs to focus on herself and herself alone (50% Chance of Success, Success will allow her to reach a safe area, Failure will result in her being devoured)

Lots of peril this time and some lives on the line! If you vote and want to for Trent and Brett in the same post, just say like Brett A and D then Trent A , E, etc. That'll just make it a lot easier for me to keep track of everything. xD

Hmm tough tough...

Bret: A,D
Trent: B,F,1

Very tough choices here, but poor Kirika's goner, man...

Bret: C and D
Trent: A, F, 1

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:C & D a healthy mix XD

That was for Bret

for Trent? B, F, 1

Bret: A, D
Trentboy: BF1

Bret: AD
Trent: BF1 tough but Kiri is deadweight at this point:(