Stone-Ville Road

September 24, 1998
Stone-Ville Road, Raccoon City, Il.
Around 9:35 PM


A patched up hatchback rolls down the interstate, then merges onto Stone-Ville Road, one of the main roads to Raccoon City. The shitty ass car is a clever guise, as its owner was far from being down on her luck if the interior alone was evidence enough. Black leather seats, fully working AC and Heat for the winter, massaging functions built into the spines of the seats, and track lighting in the rear cabin. Yeah, it looked shitty on the outside to hide the beauty within, in all of her scarlet haired glory:



Sara White, a medical student turned Stripper, Escort, Exotic Dancer, whore? Well, anything has a price in this materialistic world they live in. For all its cruelty and savageness, there was some satisfaction that Sara White rarely met someone with the actual cohones to ask her to fuck them. Granted, she usually carried... very... sharp... knives~





Sara was... unique. She was a definite dominatrix, but a playful one. And now... now...

I can't wait to see 'Reiko' again! Ahhh, I can still feel the tender, supple shape of her breasts in my hands!! Mentally cried the perverted Sara, who was somewhat in love with her best friend, even though she didn't swing that way-



-at least they got along with one another nicely enough! The pair had worked together for a little over a year or so now on and off. Reiko was beautiful, half Asian and busty, and paired off well with her Scott-Irish Gaelic Red and Green Eyes. She played a maid, and Sara a nurse. What was NOT to like? And the money! When they worked together, money just kept pouring in like rain! Not a drizzle, but a tropical storm! Thanks to a certain chauvinistic police chief, a job with him (though sickening to the soul and mind) is enough to keep either of them well fed and even able to visit a foreign country or two. FOR A MONTH. It was great, and more rewarding than what the hospital would have paid her with tax cuts and such; this was tax free and in a course of a single night- she'd make twice or three times she would in a year working as a Trauma Surgeon! It was incredible, easy as fucking- ha! Money. Cold. Hard. Cash!

I hope she isn't mad, waiting for me. Damn that last job took FOREVER! Ugh... I'll never do 'brats' again, that spineless teenager's 19th birthday was weird man! I don't care if you're the state senator's son, there's some lines even I won't cross! She shivered, knowing deep down it wasn't anything worse than she'd have to put up with via Irons. Brian Irons was a pervert, and that was a fact. I've seen his type. Attracted to girls half his age, or younger... fucking pig of a man I wouldn't mind actually carving with one of my Ginsu knives if the pig-bastard didn't pay fucking exceedingly well. Though, last time got fucking terrifying when he told me to suck the barrel of his gun... She frowned. That wasn't an innuendo, she was tasting gun oil for days after, and that time was almost her last in many ways. She had no idea that the bullet he chambered in the revolver had a faulty primer, that he planned to kill her and Reiko that night after getting too 'carried away' in the blood lust, covered head to toe in pigs blood like some damned satanist in heat. Had she known, she and Reiko would have never signed on this job.

There wouldn't have been a job. In truth... Reiko and Sara have killed before. Around the beginning of their cooperation phase last year, a man like Irons had hired them. Some big, fancy oil company big wig or some shit, didn't matter... he tried to choke Reiko to death, and wouldn't stop. Sara took her hand axe and split his head wide open. He didn't die though, not till Reiko stabbed him dead in the heart with a letter opener. Reiko cleaned up the mess, Sara with her medical training, made chopping up his body very simple, and then they took what was left of the bastard in the middle of the woods and buried him in scattered graves. She thought of this often, and it wasn't the only time someone got too... excited and had to pay for the price of flesh with flesh of their own...
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Sara continued down Stone-Ville Road, coming up to the scenic overlook when she noticed something off about the city in the distance. She parked the car at the side of the road, and rolled down the window. "What the hell?" She said out loud, noting a giant fireball in the distance, a plume of bright red and orange followed by a loud 'bang'. She could hear sirens and distant thunder strikes, no... gunshots?

She could have turned the car around and kept on driving. Whatever was happening in Raccoon City was akin to a warzone. However, there was an intense curious side which wanted to find out what was the reason for all the chaos. Then there was her worry for Reiko, or Gwen rather, as she came to know her by name. She was likely down there, right now. That didn't sit well in her stomach, abandoning a woman she loved. "Fuck..." She sighed. She wasn't dressed for a warzone as she rather fit a Halloween costume party instead:



"...Fuck it! What's the worst that could happen?" Sara snarked, revving the engine of her shitty hatchback and rolled down the rest of Stone-Ville Road to the city proper. A need to feed her curiosity and also check up on her sweet Reiko~

(to here, potentially wherever 'here' is ;3)