(Warning for Graphic Digestion, Drugs, gas and Scat Disposal)
 Jill Valentine was in a frenzy, she'd awoken to a city in chaos, she had to get out and meet with Brad so the two of them could get out of Raccoon City and meet with the rest of the team, nobody was expecting an outbreak of this caliber, she was looking out the window to her apartment, seeing people screaming as they ran from the dead below on the street and in alleyways, her heart sinking. "F-fuck."
 It would have been fine, she'd get going but the only problem? She'd taken one too many of some medicine from her drug pile, she'd been described god knows how many SSRI's, sleeping pills and other prescriptions. She had started to just ignore the labels and take what made her feel better inside, she felt sick inside and everything was making her fatigued, she had to power through it, for Chris, for the team she lost.
 She'd woken up earlier than normal, it was currently 5:30 judging by her alarm, she grabbed some of the gear she had crammed in her wardrobe, unaware of her looming stalker who hadn't yet been sent her way, she spent the next few minutes gearing up, grabbing her Samurai Edge and strapping it to her thigh.
 She tightened her H-harness and elbow & knee-pad's, sliding her combat knife into her boot and fitting her blue S.T.A.R.S's beret over her bob, letting it conform to her skull, looking herself over in the mirror and grabbing a first-aid-spray from the medicine cabinet, glancing at her reflection again, breathing deeply. "Okay.. i'm going."
 She climbed out of her window, hearing an explosion far-away as some gas-station detonated from the damage dealt to it, making some buildings nearby shake as she covered her eyes with her hand. "Jesus, how'd that-" she stammers, stumbling towards the railing and grabbing it to stop herself from folding over it and falling below, shes holding back the vomit. "Hnmm.." she stumbles back to the steps, carefully moving down and reaching the ladder at the bottom of the fire-escape, jumping onto the alleyway floor.
 "Get it together Jill, you're S.T.A.R.S, you can do this." She slurs out, wiping her face with a groan as she aims into the alleyway with her Samurai Edge, the laser dot scanning the darkness as she proceeds through, trying to make her way to the main-street nearby so she could get to Brads location, all the while she'd stumble off course or slam into a dumpster.
 She was so drowsy and tired from the drugs and alcohol she'd taken last night, suffering from something similar to withdrawal as she trips over her own feet, falling onto the ground as her gun slides across the wet concrete, she was laying limply.
 To make things worse she heard a growl, looking up and seeing a female zombie approaching her, panic evident on her face as she skitters back, she hasn't seen an infected since the Mansion Incident.
 Shes struggling with her emotions and the pills have left her vulnerable, the zombie walking right up to the experienced veteran and grabbing her by the face, growling at her as it slowly drags her off of her feet, her boots dragging on the concrete as the zombie seems to kiss her? lips wrapping around her face as it sucked, trying to swallow her.
 "Ha.. ha.. not even.. a date first?" She slurs out, grabbing the zombie chick by the head and french-kissing the zombie, smooching against her as the undead hooker growls in her face, Jill letting go and whining from the smell. "God.. brush your fucking teeth, you smell like roadkill you cheap whore-"
 She stammers out but is quickly silenced, the zombie slamming her lips down on Jill's head as it goes sliding into the zombies mouth with a sudden gulp, Jill's boots slamming into the dumpster behind her and making several loud clangs as she grabs at the head wrapping its maw around her, legs kicking and her screams muffled inside the hot mouth, saliva coating her face as she pushed on it.
 She was unsuccessful, the zombie grabbing her arms and lifting her up, hands sliding down the survivors waist and yanking her cargo-pants off, letting them fall off as she was left in just her black knickers and boots, the zombies hands scouring her thighs as she pulls them apart and gropes.
 Jill kicks at the zombie and it groans with her in its mouth, bringing saliva up its mouth with a growl, splattering all over Jill as she whines in discomfort, shaking around her head as she screams. "GROSS!!" she spits, the zombie drooling all over her face and shoulders.
 Jill can mostly do nothing but whine inside the zombies throat, the drugs turning the usually lethal woman into a helpless human-shaped meat-popsicle for the zombie gal to enjoy.
 It gives several long sucks until she stops struggling, whimpering at the heat and wetness as her brown bob was soaked, ruining her hair-do, as if there was nothing else of importance than how she looked, the pills effecting her.
 Ths zombie kneels down, Jill's feet pushed against the ground as she was suddenly shoved down, ass raising into the air as her shirt flew up, exposing her belly and back to the zombie as she was inverted, her boots slamming into the dumpster as she screamed. "LET ME OUT!"
 She flailed her arms as she slid deeper, head parting the zombie hookers esophagus as she swallowed her down with several quick gulps, her shoulders sliding through and over her tongue as those teeth dragged over her bra, tongue sliding up and around to lick over Jill's nipples as she complained, legs kicking and denting the dumpster as she shook her hips, unable to resist gravity. "Stop! Tha-thats harrassment.. i-i'll arrest you!"
 She stammers out, groaning as her hands slipped into the zombies mouth after a strong gulp sent her stomach sliding into the zombie gullet and her hands just barely fit outside, unable to struggle or fight as she was stuffed into the warm esophagus, head pushing through a ring of muscle into the humid stomach, her beret falling off as she cried. "Noo! Fuck! My eyes!"
  She whined, sliding through the hole as she clutched her eyes shut, gas filling the stomach and blinding her as she shut her eyes to avoid the painful burning sensation.
 "Let me go.." Jill whined, feet exposed as the zombie tore her boots and socks off, letting them land on the ground below next to her gun as the zombie squatted, leaning on the alley wall and grabbing its stomach as it slurped down Jill's toes, letting her legs curl up inside the stomach before it sealed her in.
 The zombie released a rancid smelling "UEEELECCCHHH!!" which echoed around the alleyway, Jill moaning in pain as the stomach shrunk, following the shape of her body as she was squished into a tiny space, opening her eyes in the emptied stomach and seeing nothing but wet, mucus coated gut.
 "P-please, don't digest me.. miss, i'm STARS! I'll kick your ass!" She stuttered out, crying as she heard her fingers snap in different directions, the zombie clenching its stomzch as it tried to digest and kill her quickly, acids roaring to life beneath her as she cried from the pain and damage to her fingers, bones snapped there and digits quickly sliding off as they dunked into the hot, bubbling acid.
 She could feel her butt and thighs getting melted down, the stomach clenching and pushing the softer parts of her body against her, hurting her spine and bones as her mouth was forced between her legs, mouth kissing her sore muffin as acids splashed against it, burning away her peach fuzz and causing a contact burn to appear across her genitals.
 Jill started to scream from the constant pain coming from the sizzling, sloshy belly around her, arms and legs softening as they sunk into the acids which had risen to about her breasts, nipples sloughing off into the burning mixture as she lost sensation below the waist, unaware what she looked like right now. "LET ME OUT! NOW! STOP DIGESTING ME! AAH!" She whimpered out, hearing a loud crunch as the stomach suddenly clenched, feeling her spine break as the gut squeezed her tighter into a ball, breaking her legs and arms as they were bent to the sides.
 Her own limbs were wrapping around her crushed body as the acids slowly burned them away, her entire body resembling a burnt, red looking mass of meat, even her hair fell out, making her utterly recognizable as the heroine who should be saving people right now.
 Her pain doesn't last much longer fortunately, the zombie grabbing her gut and standing as Jill's body falls apart, meat falling off the bone as her intestines float in the acid bath, ribs exposed before the zombie begins bashing her stomach into the brick wall, Jill screaming in agony before her head shattered with a loud crunch, her body breaking into smaller pieces as her bones split and cracked, broken down by the aggressive smashing.
 Her gut shrunk, the zombies stomach rounding out pleasantly as it felt Jill flowing through her bowels, the once proud officer now mulched goop as she was sucked of mass, becoming smaller as she traveled towards the zombies rectum a bulge of bones, soupy mush and other indigestibles, becoming the size of a basketball as it gathered in her anus, ready for expulsion as she felt her breasts grow.
 The zombie tits spilled out of the bra the hooker was wearing, growling as she grabbed them, each swollen to the size of cantaloupes with erect, fat nipples, she touches them before feeling her anus begin to spread, squatting over the survivors boots and gun.
 She growls as she releases some gas, farting up a blue beret smeared with shit before she started to unleash her bowels.
 A messy poop flowed out of her, reduced to a softserve like consistency broken up by harder lengths of turd, stuffed full of sharp fragments of bone which scratch the girls ass as it flows out, bits of cloth or other accessories, velcro straps and buckles packed into the logs she was piling up ontop of the gun and boots.
 She starts to top off ths log, a swirling turd filled with hair and teeth, grunting as she felt her victims cracked skull inside of the dirty bowels, clenching and smushing it with a loud crunch, letting it drop ontop of the reeking pile as it farts, gas expelling the last of her with some nasty fumes she'd created and a couple clumps of hair and teeth, finishing it off with a regular log of digested food she'd eaten before she became a zombie, letting it plop ontop of Jill's lower jaw, making it look as if she was eating her shit.
 The hooker stands up, groaning as it stumbles away, the horrific smell scaring away even the undead zombie as the scent of sewage and dead S.T.A.R.S officer crap disturbs it, the large shitpile would serve as a warning to anybody who found it, the womans life cut short by a single, weak zombie and shat out to be forgotten.