"Hey guys, Noah here! Day three in the mountains," he narrates dramatically. "...But not the Rockies this time! No, now we're in the Arklay Mountains! And what are the Arklays most known for?..."
Noah zooms out and does a swerving scan of his surroundings. The dark slums of a city, newspapers swept across the asphalt by a cold breeze and car pile-ups clogging the streets. The setting of a post-apocalyptic-seeming downtown calls all the way back to the Mercy Hospital episode.
"Raccoon City, Home of Umbrella...In case you don't know, it was victim to a HUGE zombie outbreak back in 1998. That's before I was even born! And it was even worse than the Green Flu! Unlike Fairfield, Raccoon City never even remotely recovered. It's a complete ghost town, even twenty years later. Now, I am NOT attempting to explore another whole town again! You remember how Silent Hill went. No, for now," he pans to the center. "We're just sticking to the police station."
Beyond the gate he stands before is a wide, four-story building crowned by a clock tower, patriotic flags, and a sign reading:
"R.P.D.
RACCOON POLICE"
"This place was considered the safe haven during the outbreak. But even it was overrun, just like everything else...Those poor people. It might've been a long time ago but never forget the one hundred thousand Raccoon City residents that lost their lives to this tragedy."
After the moment of silence, Noah opens the creaky gate and takes a slow, tension-building walk down the entrance aisle. He grabs one of the double doors' handles and gives it a shove, but it doesn't budge. He pushes harder, and it opens a crack. It's not locked; something must be forced up against it.
"Barricaded...I think I can get it though. Hrrghhh!" he strains as he buries himself into the door and pushes with all of his might.
Surprising for a weakling such as Noah, he actually does manage to topple the obstructions through sheer stubbornness and willpower, dramatically flying into the Raccoon City Police Station. Noah shrinks in the presence a grand and vast chamber, made of sheened marble and worn concrete. A second floor, constructed entirely of wood, hangs over Noah like a trio of balconies, looking down on the main desk and garish decorative fountain in the center of the room, with a stone woman stood atop its podium. The cameraboy looks down and realizes he's standing upon the R.P.D.'s gigantic coat of arms stamped across the floor. Noah has entered the Main Hall.
"Whoa," the boy is taken aback by the building's gaudy scale. "This was a police station? It's more like a mansion! You know, coincidentally enough, I read somewhere that this place used to be a museum. So I guess it's used to tours!"
Most of the doors are long barricaded by desks and filing cabinets, so his only option is going up a ramp and entering the East Wing of the complex. His flashlight stretches down a long and dark hall, and he follows his beam down to the nearest door, into an office. The desks, some missing, are still strewn with mountains of police paperwork. Weird seeing an office with no computers, but remember; this is from 1998. Windows peer out into the cold windy streets of Raccoon City, blinds either mangled or boarded up. Yep, this looks like a zombie apocalypse holdout, alright. Out of the corner of the camera's eye is a glint, which Noah notices too and focuses on. It's a badge, a distinctly lurid one, hidden in a half-open desk drawer. Noah inspects it.
"S.T.A.R.S"
"Holy crap! A S.T.A.R.S. badge!" Noah geeks out as the tactical ornament gleams in his hands. "S.T.A.R.S. was this awesome law enforcement unit exclusive to the RPD! They were like SWAT but even cooler! They're long defunct now though. But this badge must be worth thousands! It's like an antique! This is going straight to eBay," he mutters cockily, clipping it to his waistband.
Throughout this S.T.A.R.S. rant, Noah has been exploring the rest of the building, squeezing through the cracks in barricades and other obstacles to better navigate the former museum. He descends down a flight of wooden stairs and into a darker, basement-like part of the station. He tries the first door he sees, and enters a very cramp and simple room that resembles a cell. Just a table, a chair, and a large window. Noah tries seeing what's on the other side, but it's one-way; all he sees is his reflection.
"Oh cool! This must be the interrogation room. You know, my dad used to be a cop, and he always said tha-JESUS CHRIST!"
A red blur crashes through the window with the firepower of a cannonball, sending a hurricane of jagged glass everywhere and your heart exploding out your chest. You can't even imagine how bad it must've scared poor Noah, though you get a pretty good idea. He's on the floor, frozen, shivering, and weeping like he's lost in a blizzard. The crimson haze that barreled through the observation window reveals itself. It's a couple of beefy humanoids with hunched, animalistic postures. They look like humans...but flayed alive. Skin cleanly picked from their muscles, leaving just the thick scarlet meat underneath. Their jagged, mutated bones are sprouting out of all twenty of their nails like talons, and their brains have swelled so badly they've burst clean out their skulls, destroying their eyes and leaving just their mouths. Two unhinged, Cheshire-like maws lined with barbed teeth and filled by foot-long prehensile tongues, much like the Smoker's or the Molded. As a matter of fact, these nightmarish mutants look like the Carnage to the Molded's Venom.
They get down on all fours and snarl and hiss as they cautiously investigate Noah like a couple of wild dogs, probing his body with their mouths. Their seemingly endless tongues slip into his clothes like tentacles. Into the neckline, waistline, and cuffs of his shirt, and up under the waistband and pantlegs of his loose-fitting trousers. He tries to remain as quiet and still as possible as to not alert the Lickers, but can't help but whimper and squirm as two tongues fill up underneath his clothing. They finally relent, reeling their fleshy probes back into their mouths. One of them grabs Noah by the ankles so she can whip off his pants like in a tablecloth trick, stripping him down to his underwear, which she promptly tears straight off his waist. His naked legs sparkle with zombie slaver whilst his dick and balls flop out onto the floor. His cock is swollen to the brim with blood and his balls are shriveled and rotund with arousal. That little shit enjoyed every second of that molestation, who's he fooling. And he enjoys every second of the ensuing double paizuri the Lickers pamper him with.
Their four size-K breasts flop down onto his waist and sandwiches his meat steeple between a couple of cleavages. The red mutants grab each other's bosoms and start grinding them up and down his shaft. Their giant tongues slither back out of their mouths to tickle Noah's urethra with, slurping up the profuse precum leakage. From this first person perspective you can see his toes scrunch in his socks in the background and his legs twitch and bend as the Lickers titfuck him stupid. You can hear him giggling and gasping behind the camera before his dick goes into violent convulsions. Noah's raw, rug-burnt member looks like a fire hydrant getting cracked open and spewing a geyser of cum into the air. The evolved zombies drink from the fountain and bathe in its thick white juices as it rains down onto their faces and shoulders, pooling around in their cleavage. They then catclean one another, putting those tongues to good use to lap up every tear of Noah's seed. Once the white is cleansed from their muscle, the Lickers then taste Noah's face, one for each cheek, before nuzzling their brains into his ribs and snuggling up by his side. The boy rests, but his cock doesn't. It continues to obnoxiously bounce and throb in the background, demanding attention. He's still horny? After all of that? Noah is getting spoiled. The brat huffs, unsatisfied, before trying to stuff his fat dick back into the trousers he was stripped from.
"I still need to explore the rest of the building," he grumbles. Which is of course code for "I still have a stiffy and need more to relieve it."