Knaok Club

The Knaok Club, a decent sized night club located on Fisson Street was known for its somewhat seedy atmosphere given how 'tucked away' it was, but not as much as 'Dagger Heels' or West End Comedy Club used to be.

Now with police barricades blocking off foot traffic and many of the streets in Raccoon transforming into a warzone, Keira Meghan 'Meg' Byrne was forced to take measures into her own hands!




"Fuck!" She spat, her hefty bosom bouncing from the recoil of the shotgun as she fires it into a small cluster of the cannibals that were awkwardly shambling towards her!

KA-BANG!


Resident Evil 2 - Raccoon City Streets (1 Hour of Music)

Rattle, rattle-!



Keira fumbled with the awkward cardboard box of shells, one of several she had taken off that SWAT Van near mainstreet/Ennerdale! She cursed as she spilled the box onto the asphalt, and crouched down, her large 38DD's jiggling behind the skimpy but taut leather top and her curly scarlet hair swaying over her left eye as she collected what shells she could grab, shakily loading them into the shotgun:



Shlick...shlick...shlick... each slid into the high capacity tube-fed shotgun. The cluster of zombies she had shot had been denuded of most of their flesh, with two of them falling into the street, apparently 'dead' or at least, no longer capable of moving again. The shotgun was cumbersome, heavy, kicked like a mule and was hard to cycle with the pump-action, but Meg did it anyway!

Chick-chunk! She pumped the shotgun 'Terminator 2' style as she stood up, before tossing the grip into her left hand, curled her right hand around the pistol grip and trigger once more:

KA-BANG!

Blood splattered the brick walls, pellets sparked off of said brown brick and into the street beyond. The bloody monster finally fell over and left her alone in the narrow foot path in front of the club. "Finally, God I wish I took the job at Bar Jack! This is fucking nuts!" She spat, slinging the weapon around her shoulder as she collected the rest of the spilt shells in haste! Fisson and Jack Street were absolutely crawling with these former humans, these 'zombies' who were getting too feelsy and bitey for her liking! I should just head for the police station, but God knows if they're actually gonna last much longer! They didn't mind me 'borrowing' some of these supplies after all! If that's happening up the street, I suppose its probably like this or worse all over the city! The bartender thought, lifting the cardboard shell box up with one hand and turned to the shuttered off entrance to the Club. Thankfully, she had the key and was able to gain entry and leave whenever she wanted to.

Keira Byrne wrote:

The Knaok Club, a decent sized night club located on Fisson Street was known for its somewhat seedy atmosphere given how 'tucked away' it was, but not as much as 'Dagger Heels' or West End Comedy Club used to be.

Now with police barricades blocking off foot traffic and many of the streets in Raccoon transforming into a warzone, Keira Melissa 'Mel' Byrne was forced to take measures into her own hands!




"Fuck!" She spat, her hefty bosom bouncing from the recoil of the shotgun as she fires it into a small cluster of the cannibals that were awkwardly shambling towards her!

KA-BANG!


Resident Evil 2 - Raccoon City Streets (1 Hour of Music)

Rattle, rattle-!



Keira fumbled with the awkward cardboard box of shells, one of several she had taken off that SWAT Van near mainstreet/Ennerdale! She cursed as she spilled the box onto the asphalt, and crouched down, her large 38DD's jiggling behind the skimpy but taut leather top and her curly scarlet hair swaying over her left eye as she collected what shells she could grab, shakily loading them into the shotgun:



Shlick...shlick...shlick... each slid into the high capacity tube-fed shotgun. The cluster of zombies she had shot had been denuded of most of their flesh, with two of them falling into the street, apparently 'dead' or at least, no longer capable of moving again. The shotgun was cumbersome, heavy, kicked like a mule and was hard to cycle with the pump-action, but Mel did it anyway!

Chick-chunk! She pumped the shotgun 'Terminator 2' style as she stood up, before tossing the grip into her left hand, curled her right hand around the pistol grip and trigger once more:

KA-BANG!

Blood splattered the brick walls, pellets sparked off of said brown brick and into the street beyond. The bloody monster finally fell over and left her alone in the narrow foot path in front of the club. "Finally, God I wish I took the job at Bar Jack! This is fucking nuts!" She spat, slinging the weapon around her shoulder as she collected the rest of the spilt shells in haste! Fisson and Jack Street were absolutely crawling with these former humans, these 'zombies' who were getting too feelsy and bitey for her liking! I should just head for the police station, but God knows if they're actually gonna last much longer! They didn't mind me 'borrowing' some of these supplies after all! If that's happening up the street, I suppose its probably like this or worse all over the city! The bartender thought, lifting the cardboard shell box up with one hand and turned to the shuttered off entrance to the Club. Thankfully, she had the key and was able to gain entry and leave whenever she wanted to.

Unbeknownst to the woman taking shelter at the Knoak Club, her 'safe haven' was quickly turning into a deadly trap!



Several T-Gastropada 'Hydra', genetically mutated slugs developed by Umbrella were crawling about the establishment due to the proximity of a sewer main close by. The slugs which began to crawl about the building were at least a foot long in length and about six or so inches in girth. Massive slugs, but mostly harmless. These ones were exposed to further study by researchers in NEST-III at the Dam, and were removed of poisonous glands and given stunted growth to remain in their 'pygmy' form even at full maturity. However, to compensate, these slimy creatures developed a different hunting mechanism and a taste for blood instead of organic material. As the woman in leather would soon find out, as she moved a box of shells from the bar her hand would come in contact with one of these hidden slugs! It's mouth flaps spread open and a thick, slimy substance shot out and splashed her right hand, forearm, chest, neck...! The substance rolled down her generous curves but seemed to only be warm and gross to the touch; no obvious odors... however, she was now marked with a powerful 'lure' that the Hunter Series were quite drawn to! These single-minded creatures did not know their musk drew the attention of all Hunter varieties, but had survived on the carnage of the Alpha series usually. Unfortunately, the Alphas and Betas were still locked away in the labs at this stage of the outbreak...unlike the bigger, more gluttonous Gamma's! Even worse, the windows outside the Knoak Club were being 'slimed' by many of the pale yellow slugs who began crawling around and leaving sticky trails to possibly ensnare the young woman trapped inside!

Keira was moving provisions from the surface of the bar when her siren eyes fell upon what looked like... well, quite honestly, a large yellow dildo! Confused, she then recoiled in horror as it reared up and opened its pedal like flaps and shot... something out at her!! "Fuck, UGGH! What the fuck is this?! Eyyuck!" the woman screamed in absolute disgust, backing away as the thick fluid stretched between her and the slug now five or so feet away!

It was still squirting her with the warm, rather suggestive looking and feeling fluid which now bridged between her breasts, down her stomach, her entire right arm, parts of her neck and cheek! It didn't stink nor sting, but it felt gross as hell as she tried to wipe herself off! "Fuck! What the hell are these things?!" Keira cried, taking a cleaning rag from one of the tables and wiped herself off! It seemed to make her clothing and skin more shiny, and it wasn't completely coming off! "Fuckin' gross little bastards!" She cried, her pale face red as she knew what this looked like...! The worm-like creature squirmed about the bar, still trying to arc its creepy, slimy payload at her across the room! She hid under a table as it splashed at the table's surface twice, before she ducked out and towards the back of the club, evading its spray, only to feel something warm and sticky roll down her back from her left side! "Shit!" She spat, spotting another on the wall beside the spiral stairs leading up to the upper floor of the club! "Jesus Christ! What the hell are you nasty things?!" She cried, taking a chair and throwing it at the creature hanging on the wall!

The chair smashed apart, squishing the creature with a loud pop! and Keira began moving when the left side of her face, her left breast, her stomach and crotch were assaulted by the warm, slimy fluid by the one on the bar! She shivered with disgust and let out a low, disturbed scream as she ran into the maintenance closet and came out with a large steel bucket! "Rahhhhhh!!" she cried, rushing towards the creature, hearing it's foul fluid hitting the interior of the bucket with enough force that it sounded like someone taking a really hard and long piss!

Grossed out by... everything, the woman manages to slam the bucket down on the slug! The bucket began to shift and move, with Keira trying to keep it pinned down as she got behind the bar, struggling with the creature she now trapped! Its like a fuckin' salmon under there! Stop moving you nasty fuck!! She mentally cried, dripping with suggestively sticky fluids when she let the bucket go long enough to bring up the 87 lb 'pony keg' of cheap local brew and slammed it on top of the shifting bucket with a low grunt! "Phuaah... ah....ah...!" Keira gasped, the busty redhead wiping bridges of slime from her hair and slung them across the room! "God... damn... what the fuck are these things?" She coughed, feeling a little weird all of a sudden. She felt as though she was... glowing, to say the least. Excited, to put it correctly in spite of also feeling like someone gave her the world's sloppiest 'pearl necklace'. She shivered, feeling grossed out and yet very pumped after the odd encounter! The bucket made metallic noises as the creature trapped within seemingly panicked! "Serves you right you little shit!" She spat, taking the small butane torch from under the bar and began applying the flame to the metal bucket! After a while, the creature seemed to 'hiss' and Keira smirked. "Not so fun, is it!" She spat, before setting the torch down and turned to the mirror behind the bar.



She was absolutely slimed!

"Ughh.... that's bad for business..." She groaned, looking herself over. It really... REALLY looked THAT bad! Bret, one of her former employers woulda laughed his ass off though, she reckoned. It could be worse, this could have been acidic... She told herself, when things got noticeably worse...! From her messy reflection, she saw things crawling on the windows outside the club! She turned quickly, and her brown eyes went small with horror as at least thirty of the slugs were now covering the windows of the Club! "Oh, fuck off!" She spat, and quickly headed up to the second floor to check if the window sills were open up there! She didn't want to take a slime bath with these things any longer!

Meg's clothes squealed and clapped as she hurries her way to the second floor, slamming down any of the open windows and pulling down the blinds for 'good measure'. She found three more up there who proceeded to slime her as she squished them under boot! "Fucking bugs!! GAH!" She spat, swinging her arms of the slimy material and made her way to the sink in the bathroom to clean off!

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As it turned out, the thicker stuff came off somewhat easily, but it still left a shiny trace all over her clothes and skin, making her look shiny. "What the hell is this crap? Goddamn monsters, what's going on in this fucking town??" Screamed the bartender, returning to the bar area and packing up supplies. In spite of the bug problem she was now suffering, she would have to go back into the city for more supplies if she wanted to wait it out here. The city was in chaos, but there was some resistance she noted between random civilians and the local PD. She checked her SPAS-12, making sure the assault shotgun was loaded as she stayed as far as she could from the windows. The slug she had trapped was still alive, squirming under the bucket. She wasn't sure yet if she was going to kill or study it but that would be a issue to solve later as she had more pressing matters gathering up her shotgun shells and making some molotovs for the bugs outside...

Keira was in the process of making some molotovs when she felt... unusually great, but somewhat hollow. She felt... unnecessarily horny to put it bluntly! God, I get bathed in ick and I'm suddenly roused? What the hell's going on with me...? She thought, blushing with a scowl. She blamed the bugs, it had to be some sort of chemical in that splooge of theirs! What else would you call their ick they spewed at her? It wasn't spit! "Fucking gross man..." she sighed, feeling her nipples hardening under the taut leather leotard she wore. She needed to get rid of those bugs before they do something more malicious! Hence why, she continued to make more molotovs from behind the bar. "Gone burn those fucker's sky high..." she mumbled under her breath.