Not everyone can handle death flesh...

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Jill Valentine, one of the surviving S.T.A.R.S members has been having a bad time surviving in the now apocalyptic Racoon city. Not only she had to ran for her life after the departament where she lived was attacked burning down to ashes making her go to the zombie infected streets with no suplies aside her pistol and knife.

Walking on the street looking for help, the silent was broken by a particular noise....

*Grurrrrgle!*

Her own stomach, she didn't had any decent food in some time now. Patting her tummy trying to comfort her hunger pain she could hear something else a nose she know very well...
It was one of the undeath people of the city, slowly walking towards her. Taking her pistol on hand she aim for its head she pulled the trigger and missed... hitting a gasoline barrel instead.

The explosion make the rotten flesh of the zombie start to burn a little before finally falling death. Jill was about to leave, until the smell of cooked smell of flesh hit her nose.

*GROOOOOOOWWWLLL*

Not believing what she was about to do, she got closer to the body. Taking the now warm hands on her maw she tasted them a little getting a burn like flavor.

*Glup*


Gluping down the hands and arms she fell her stomach slowly expanding. No so much time later she finished her meal, she could fell movement in her stomach... looks like that zombie it wasnt dead after all.

Jill: Owwww my poor tummy... how something so dead is so alive at the same time?!

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