Disclaimer: I do not own resident Evil
MoonBeam walked through the abandoned streets of Raccoon, her ginormous breasts jiggling with each step. She stopped abruptly. She had picked up the presence of some other living things somewhere a few blocks from here with her telekinetic powers. As she sprinted towards them, her breasts were bouncing up and down, hitting her in the face every time they went up. But MoonBeam ignored the pain and kept on running. Because she's just that good.
When she finally reached them, they shot at her. Luckily, MoonBeam had agility, and she dodged every single bullet.
"Hold your fire!" one of the six armed men shouted. "That's no zombie, that's a sexy woman!" MoonBeam had counted the men as she was dodging bullets. She approached them.
"You've got some moves," one of the men said. "We could really use somebody like you on the team."
"What's happening here?" she asked them.
"Raccoon's been-"
"Wait, don't tell me. Infected by a virus, run down by zombies, and there are BOW's running around."
"How'd you guess?"
"Powers," MoonBeam said as she tapped her forehead. One of the armed men in uniform started laughing. She glared at him, but he laughed even harder. MoonBeam's hair turned purple with hot pink zebra striped. The man kept laughing, but then he started wheezing. He threw something up and passed out. Actually, he died. He had, quite literally, coughed up a lung. The remaining men cheered.
"We didn't like him anyway!"
"Yeah, I was fixing to feed him to the zombies!"
"Hell, I would've eaten him myself to get away from him!"
"Yeah!" everybody agreed.
"Alright everybody. Calm down. We need to get this sexy lady here in uniform, she's coming with us," a man standing in the back said. He pushed his way through the other four men. MoonBeam almost gasped. One of the mans eyes were red, and the other one was as black as Mr. T.
A/N: And yes, this chapter is short. But I don't care, I'm tired and I've got a shit ton of stories to update. If you want for me to continue, please review.