Resident Evil: Descendants

Waking Nightmares

Clack...Clack...Clack...Clack...Clack...

A young woman's heeled steps echo in a long hallway, hidden away from the eyes of the sun , machinations of dark flesh entangled with rotting hearts tied to the vessel of a dying soul corrupted by maggots of greed and self interest.

Her cold eyes reflect her demeanor, ruthless and efficient. Her walk long and arduous, each step held aloft by a long stare indicative of her long hidden self-loathing and apathy.

"Good morning, Miss Delacroix."

She stiffened, a subtle look of revulsion look on her face at the sound of the man's voice. "Morning Jackson."

"You have several meetings today. One with a young Miss Lilian Hammer and her husband, Tanner, at noon. Another one at three with Mr. Kimber. He's not in a particularly good mood today."

The woman pushed her glasses up into place. "He's never in a good mood, Jackson."

"R-Right...sorry. I made you that special coffee you like. I'm sorry if its too too sweet though."

The woman sneered after she'd turned her head. Jackson was one of the new assistants hired recently. She'd hated it, her old assistant was found dead in an alley with an Umbrella symbol etched into his chest with a knife. She'd have to break this one in a different way.

Entering her office, she sat down in her chair, a comfortable silence filling the room.

Turning to the cup of coffee on her desk, she raised an eyebrow, eyeing the unique design made of caramel foam. Curious, she reached for the cup, stopping for a moment, hesitating. Deciding to try it, she picked it up by the handle and took a sip. In seconds, she felt a mixture of cinnamon, honey, and caramel with cream touch her touch, igniting a fire of taste in her mouth.

A soft moan escaped her lips. It was strange, but...she wanted to thank her new assistant.

As she made good progress on her work, she couldn't help but feel a strange knot forming in her stomach. As an hour passed and she finished her morning dose of caffeine, she felt a bit bloated. Chalking it up to nerves and stress, she ignored it.

Hearing the phone ring, she turned to it, curious. Picking it up, she heard her boss.

"Hey, Mary. Could you send me a copy of the Marigold Manifest?"

"I sent it up a minute ago."

"Oh, thank you."

"No problem, sir. Take care."

Mary felt her stomach rumble, hearing a strange gurgling within. Curious, her hands slowly drift from her computer's keyboard down to her stomach. It wasn't painful, however. Though, it didn't take long for her to start mildly panic.

Her blouse began to stretch, her growing stomach swelling to new sizes, the very fabric beginning to stretch along with it. Her nerves sent signals of pleasure up her spine to her brain. She could feel.

Flexing her fingers, she smiled softly, gripping her growing belly gingerly. A soft moan escapes her lips. Not long after her growth began did her blouse throughly rip open. She could feel her stomach stretch toward her hands, her senses distracting her from her work.

However, as time went on and she got bigger, she grew more and more concerned. Even more so when her skirt and undergarments violently ripped when she grew out of them.

Believing herself to be in a dream, she pinched herself several times to no affect. Starting to panic, she stood up and tried making her way toward the door. However, the growth responded by going into overdrive, forcing her back into the chair.

"Jackson!" She cried. "JACKSON!"

She cried out his name several more times before she would realize that he was gone.

What she didn't know was that he left almost an hour ago. When her stomach was a certain size, she felt something within move. After that, she cried out in pain as a strange creature burst from between her folds with a screech.

She audibly screamed in terror as more slid out from her womb, replaced almost instantly. Crawling over her body to suckle from her breast came a G Strain monster, after watching it attach its lips to her breast, it swelled in size as the room was slowly filled with the creatures.

As they grew larger and larger, they slowly changed in shape and purpose.

Mary watched in horror as her face morphed into that of a stranger with red hair and blue eyes. Her eyes held in the mirror. The creatures turn to her and bare their teeth, striking at her flesh.

Claire burst upright in her bed, sweating  profusely, Nicholas right next to her, her arm wrapped around him. Her ragged breathing and violently shaking did nothing to wake the boy, only serving as a signal to get closer, his arms wrapping around his mother.

"Dear God..."