A/N: Take a drink every time Maria uses the F word or when there's a letter in Italics, Bold, or Underline…Excuse me while I wonder what I'm doing with my life.
Maria's PoV
I slowly woke up from my unconsciousness and I noticed that I was on a bed instead of the cold ground. To the left of me was a closet and a small hallway leading to was I think would be the exit. To the right was a night stand and an active lamp. There was another door and I think that would just lead to the bathroom.
I sat up and I realized that I was still naked. I covered myself with the dusty moth bitten sheets and then I noticed my equipment was on the ground to my right. I mentally face-palmed and got out of the sheets.
This is fan-fucking-tastic! I'm stuck in here, I was fucked by a B.O.W., and now I'm possibly pregnant with its child! I thought angrily.
I sighed to myself, thinking what my son would think of me if I came back with a cum filled belly. I started pacing around in my thought and I eventually found the nerve to walk into the bathroom.
It was incredibly musty and ridden with mold. The rusty faucet was dripping a bit and the shower curtain was slightly open. The tub was filled with God knows what and I honestly felt like cleaning this damn place. That and I needed a shower. It's not normal to walk around with dry zombie jizz all over your tits, okay?!
I walked back to bedroom and I rummaged through my stuff. I found my still empty gun tucked away into the left pocket with my ammo to the right. Kinda like how Conner organized his inventory.
I loaded up my gun and took it with me into the bathroom, unsure of what the hell I'd find in there. I crouched down to the small cabinet and slowly opened it. I expected a B.O.W or a freakishly giant spider to crawl out, but all there was were dusty cleaning supplies and blue rubber gloves.
Even though I wanted to sanitize this God forsaken bathroom and give myself a well needed shower, I wasn't sure if the water was still usable. Hell, I wasn't sure if B.O.W.s were in the water pipes considering the fuckers can hide anywhere!
I gave the gloves a good shake before putting them on, and I slowly turned the faucet on. Water poured out it like normal so I shut it off to conserve it. I took out the cleaning supplies, a few baby wipes, some paper towels and some soap and started cleaning away.
After about fifteen minutes off scrubbing, cleaning toilets and shampoo bottles, and watching my tits jiggle around, I finally started to work on the tub. After further inspection, it was just filled with murky bloody water. I drained the tub, gave it a damn good cleaning, and did the same to the shower head and curtains.
I took off my ridiculously dirty gloves and immediately threw them in the trash. I went back to the cabinet to see if I could find some birth control pills, but no luck. I did, however, find a pregnancy test in its dusty box.
I went to the shower and turned the knob for hot water. Like the sink, it worked perfectly fine. As I waited for the water to heat up, I put five squares of toilet paper on the sides of the toilet seat and stood over the toilet with my legs apart. I put the pregnancy test under my cooch and did my business.
When I was done, I sat down on the toilet and looked at the pregnancy test. It read positive. I was pregnant. I'm fucking pregnant with a B.O.W! It played a little congratulations jingle to mock me and I snapped it in two. I went to the shower with the water now hot and I sat down and started sobbing.
I'm so pathetic! How could I be pregnant by that fucking monster?! This is bullshit! This has to be a mistake! It just has to! I thought as my crying got softer.
I sniffled a bit and I worked up the courage to start showering even if I broke into small sobs every now and then.
This is all my fault. I wanted that dick inside me and now look where it fucking led me to! What would Milo think? What would Conner think? Th-here has to be a way out of this! M-Maybe if I shoot my stomach a few times, maybe I can stop that thing from being born! I planned to myself.
As much as the thought of abortion appealed to me at the moment, I wouldn't be able to bring myself to do it. A life is a life and even though I was pregnant by a B.O.W., I can't deny my child that. With a shaky sigh, I rubbed my tummy and gave a small smile.
I finished up my shower and I dried myself off with the surprisingly clean towels tucked away into another cabinet. I folded up the towel, went back to the bedroom, and put on my spare wetsuit.
I tucked my gun in my right pocket, ammo to the left, and went to the door. It was locked and was held shut by a security pad thingy that required a screwdriver to open. Being the most logical thing to do, I walked to the nightstand and checked the drawers. Nothing.
Great.. Now I'm stuck here with no food, no water, possibly no connection with Carlos to back me up, B.O.W.s could pop out from anywhere to rape the fuck out of me, and I'm gonna have a fucking baby! I thought in panic.
I sat on the bed, rubbing my tummy once more. I got back up and checked the closet. To my surprise and shock, there he was. The same B.O.W that fucked me silly. He tumbled out of the closet and started to get up. I wanted to pummel the fucker to death, but then I realized that he could be of use to me.
He got up and waddled towards me. He got closer to me and he eventually cornered me to the wall next to the door. He didn't attack me, nor did it seem like he wanted to. He stopped a few inches in front of me and started licking my face.
I giggled at little and pet his head. The walkie talkie that was in my back pocket started to make some static and I heard Carlos' voice.
"Maria? Maria?!" boomed Carlos' voice.
"Carlos?"
"Maria, where are you? It's been three hours already. I've been worried sick and I have half a mind to get your son for backup!" he shouted.
"I think I'm in a bedroom but the door is locked. I'm stuck in here with a B.O.W., but he's really friendly. He may be of some use to us." I responded.
"The door should be kept locked by a security panel. Find a screwdriver and unlock it from the inside." Carlos explained.
"That's just it, you dumb-ass! I don't have a screwdriver!" I shouted.
"You said there was a friendly B.O.W with you, right? Get him to bust the door down or tear open the panel!" Carlos roared.
"Don't take that tone of voice with me, Carlos Montoya Del Rio!" I screamed.
"…"
"…Oh God. Damn-it, Carlos. Look, I'm sorry I snapped, okay? I was just surprised you were going to get my son for backup. Ever since Conner died, he hasn't been the same. If he saw me with this B.O.W., he'd give it a hailstorm of bullets! Once this bullshit is over, we'll head out for cake, okay?" I cooed.
"…Alright. But we'll have to regroup. I'll meet you halfway. Head for the dining room. I've pinpointed your signal. Exit the room, head left into a small library, get out of there, and go right."
"I'm on it." I muttered.
The B.O.W. in question was now banging on the door in an attempt to break it. He managed to claw at it a bit, but he didn't do much damage.
Shit. The B.O.W. won't be able to break the panel open, much less a door! Now I really am stuck! FUCK! I screamed to myself.
In my rage, I grabbed the cover to the panel and tore it clear off.
Whoa. Holy shit. When the hell did I get so strong? Never-mind. I gotta work my hacking magic! I'm the master of unlocking, bitch!
I started moving around the happy little glowy things around until I heard a soft chime. I went to the door, slowly opened it and peeked outside, only to see a swarm of B.O.W.s bolt their way towards me. Tricorns, Pincers, Scagdeads, Chunks, Standards, you fucking name it. I slammed the door shut and I started sweating heavily.
The B.O.W tilted his head and poked at the walkie talkie as if asking who I was talking to.
"That was Carlos. He's a friend." I said even though he can't understand me.
"Fr…Friiieeend?" it groaned.
My eyes widened and I couldn't help but whisper out a "What the fuck?". I knew that some B.O.W.s can retain their speech patterns but he just mimicked a word he just heard.
"Y-Yes. Friend. Carlos friend." I said slowly.
"Brablrawr…Friieend."
"Carlos."
"Rawr-rawwwsss."
"Eh. Close enough….Ugh. This is not my day."
The B.O.W. tottered to the door and pressed the side of his head next to it. After hearing the groaning of the other B.O.W.s he seemed to growl at them.
"Not friend…" he rumbled.
"Can you help me get past them?" I asked.
"Heeeelp friennnd?" he groaned.
"Yes. Help me."
He nodded and I opened the door to let him out. In an instant, there was loud groaning, buzz-saw noises, explosions, and violent squishy noises coming from the other side. I slowly opened the door and the friendly B.O.W. was beating the shit out of the others. He was even using the Scadead's buzz-saw against itself!
I only had a few jars left in my inventory so I had to be sure I didn't get any repeats. I acted hastily, but I managed to fill up the jars with the necessary samples. I looked at the B.O.W. and he just stood there for a few seconds, probably to calm himself from his blood-rage.
"We can go now, right?" I squeaked.
"Go…help…friiieeend." he groaned with a nod.
In a flash, he had me over his shoulder so my feet would be dangling beside his back. I was a wobbly ride, but we eventually made it to the dining room. Any other B.O.W.s we encountered either tried to attack us to get brutally mauled to death or thought I was his meal and didn't want to disturb him.
As he waddled to the dining room, Carlos was busy shooting three to four Standard B.O.W.s. Carlos' gun clicked and he silently swore as he reached for more ammo. He finally took notice of me and frowned.
"Y'know you could help me out."
"I could but I think I'll let Squishy do the honors." I replied.
Squishy set me down and re-began his blood-rage on the other four. So not only is he sentient to my safety, but he also seems to hate his own brethren.
"Wait. You named the thing?" he asked.
"Yes. Yes I did. Now let's go before we get swarmed!" I shouted.
Carlos looked at Squishy then looked at me.
"We're bringing him along and I got a bunch of samples." I said quickly.
"Umm. Okay…Let's head back. I want you to keep an eye on your little friend here. He can turn on us any second now."
"Aww. Squishy would never do that. Wouldn't you, Squishy?" I cooed.
"Friiieeend…" Squishy groaned.
Now it was Carlos' turn to widen his eyes.
"Yes, Carlos. It talks. Now let's get the hell out of here already!" I ordered.
Carlos quickly nodded and beckoned me to follow him up the stairs. After some twists and turns, followed by shooting the crap out of some .s and an elevator ride, we eventually made it to the boat. I shivered when we past by the spot where I had my way with Squishy. Carlos obviously didn't notice.
We had some difficulty, but we managed to get Squishy onto the boat. Carlos and I sat down and Squishy was left standing, not really sure how to sit. Carlos started up the boat and we slow started driving away.
I rummaged through my pockets and to my relief, the jars were still there. I sighed softly and I looked back at the receding hellhole, remembering my little encounter with Squishy. I was disgusted with myself. Disgusted that I enjoyed it, disgusted that I was now pregnant and Carlos didn't notice, and even more disgusted with myself since I have now officially lost all sense of morals and dignity.
I slowly held my head with my hands and cried softly. The roar of the engine was enough to drown them out. I cried for the whole ride to the docks and Carlos took notice as soon as the rumbling engine subsided.
"Maria, are you cryi-"
"I'm gonna be a fucking laughingstock and Milo will lose all of his respect for me. He looked up to me because of this job with my husband Conner. Now he'll see me as a cock hungry wench who got pregnant with an Ooze! There! I fucking said it! I'M PREGNANT WITH AN OOZE! TAKE A FUCKING GUESS WHO DID IT!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I broke down into a sobbing wreck and I hugged Carlos' legs tightly, already feeling humiliated by merely admitting it.
"Oh God. Maria, I'm so sor-"
"Don't fucking patronize me! Go ahead and laugh! I deserve it! I'm a slut! A hussy! A harlot!" I sobbed.
"Maria…"
I was now curled into the fetal position, sniveling and whimpering on the cold damp docks.
"What would the BSAA think of me? What would my son think of me?!" I wailed.
I curled up tighter and Carlos was reduced to petting my head to comfort me. Squishy was doing God knows what on the boat, but I honestly didn't care. As much as I hate to admit it, I was actually worried for his safety and I didn't want any tests done to him.
"Sniff…I wanna go home." I squeaked.
A/N: …Nya.