Fresh Timbs [Mr.X x Reader]

The Streets of Raccoon City

Still nighttime, you made it to Raccoon City...but there's something off. Even though you've never been here before, something doesn't feel right.

The city streets were vacant. No movement, no sound besides the rain.

You can barely see, more than half of the streetlights and buildings were unlit, forward you only saw darkness, but still you press on the gas lightly.

Quickly, you step on the breaks. The faint light present reveals a blocked road. There was a cluster of cars blocked off by a barricade.

"Strange..." you utter.

You try to look around for any kind of sign or building to try and enter. Maybe you can find someone and ask what happened.

Opening the car door and stepping out, you immediately get pelted by rain.

"At least I have a hood" you say.

You jog up to the barricade, squinting your eyes. Red neon letters meet your gaze, reading Emmy's Cafe. A thought entered your mind. Seems to be the most welcoming place around here. I should climb over the barricade and squeeze around the cars to get to the cafe.

So you did, after you do what you consider "epic parkour", you approach the front of Emmy's Cafe and try to peek through the clear door. I don't see anyone yet but maybe someone is in the kitchen.

You try to remain optimistic despite the dismal atmosphere.

You let out a sign and push open the double doors.

"Hello? Is there anyone here?" You ask, hoping for a response.

Silence

Before you take a step, you hear something.

It sounds like...like..someone chewing with their mouth open... disgusting...

You make you way to behind the counter, walking beside the empty tables, the chewing getting louder

Squish, squish

The second make it behind the counter, you encounter a horrible sight.

Someone's out here eatin' ass right behind the cafe counter! What the-

It only took you a second to realize the blood oozing from ripped open flesh.

Ohh, these people kinky kinky

Clearly, you're an immense dumbass. These weren't kinky people, there was a zombie bent over on the floor eating from a long dead corpse.

Wait a minute, I think that person's dead!

You take a step, your foot hitting a can.

Suddenly, the figure who was "eating ass" slowly got up and turned to you, groaning.

You got a good look at their face.

It's was rotting and bloody... their eyes glazed over.

That's not normal.

The zombie began to slump over to you, moaning, reaching it's arms out.

Huh, shit.

Standing there like a dumbass, the zombie lunges at you, grabbing your shoulders, pulling you close.

You then realize it's trying to take a bit out of your neck

This kinky motherfucker.

You managed to get out of its grasp and push it away from you.

Hold up, I think that's a zombie.

But you're not entirely convinced. Vore is quite popular in your town, but you were never into it. But you shouldn't kink shame, you have a spaghetti fetish.

"Sorry bucko, not into that." You announce as you run out the nearest exit, a back door.

Unfortunately, this led to more of these "vore" folks, so you run throughout the streets. You run for what felt like hours through a maze of streets before you happen upon the Raccoon City Police Department...