Tired of using its hands, the zombie began to move its head down to Lara’s gut to eat more. As it did, a gunshot sounded and the zombie’s head exploded, sending brains and skull chips flying in all directions. From the doorway of the lab stood Albert Wesker. He was holding a smoking Magnum in one hand and tucking the vials into a pouch with the other. His eyes observed the scene from behind his dark aviator sunglbumes. It was a pity that Lara hadn’t made it. Wesker had been looking forward to spending some time with her after the mission. He considered an idea for a few moments, then headed towards the table.

Wesker unbuckled his pants and pulled the dead zombie off of the young woman’s corpse. He turned Lara over and hung her rear over the edge of the table, her limp legs dangling. He spread her cheeks to get a good aim at her woman's genitals from behind and pulled out his erect male reproductive organ. He positioned himself, and thrust forward. Wesker was lucky, her body hadn’t even finished cooling. As he pushed back and forth into her, he could see blood pooling around her stomach. Knowing he didn’t have long to waste, he picked up speed and quickly shot his own load into her to mix with the zombie’s.

Just as he was pulling out, Lara let out a moan and her body began to move again. She lifted her head up, her eyes milky. Even though the majority of her stomach was eaten, she felt a hunger forming. All of her humanity was gone, and all she knew now was that she wanted flesh. Wesker drew his Magnum again and put it to the back of undead Lara’s head. Her eyes narrowed in confusion as she felt something pressed against her skull. Then Wesker pulled the trigger and the front of Lara’s head exploded, once again showering the room with gore. What was left of Lara’s head fell back to the table, and she didn’t move again, except for the occasional death twitch.

Wesker did his pants back up and left the lab, hoping to make it out of the Spencer estate. He wondered if he would come across any of the female S.T.A.R.S. in a similar position. He smiled, cruelly. He hoped so, especially that Rebecca. She had a nice bum.

The End.