Chapter 20

By the morning next day, the three women in the family had taken turns indulging themselves with little Leo throughout the night. Sharon was quite the glutton as her inflated belly had not settled down by the time of breakfast, making her too awkward to show up at the table. She decided to skip breakfast, meet up with Zomi and went straight to where she was last captured to plan for her revenge.

“Where is Sharon? Jeez, she could have had breakfast first before leaving.” Catherine was worried for her reckless sister. She almost had a change of heart to let the siblings go with their Aunt, “And it’s pouring so hard outside.”

“Don’t worry mom, we gave Aunty a secret weapon that will save her in case something bad happens,” Leo was confident in his aunt’s safety. He was the one that summoned Zomi to escort Sharon as the siblings had planned.

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To the southern border of the city suburb, two women in raincoats traveled the streets against the strong currents of wind and the downpour of rain. It was actually the perfect weather for spying and infiltration. The howling wind and raindrops hitting the ground would mask the sound of their movements and dull the enemy’s senses. In this kind of rain, even the strongest zombies failed to spot their prey with their senses muffled. But there was one exception.

No enemies had appeared in front of the two women as they took a straight path down the road. This was a completely different experience from when Sharon ventured out alone. Little did she know it was Zomi’s overwhelming aura that frightened all the nearby creatures. No amount of wind, rain and thunder could hide the presence of Zomi. The big girl only lowered her presence when she was on the hunt.

“So, your name is Zomi right? Nice to meet you, I am Sharon,” It was a boring walk when nothing impeded their way, Sharon wanted to strike up a conversation.

“…”

“Sarah told me you were insanely strong, I believed it. But damn, I couldn’t make you budge an inch.”

“…”

“How are you so tall? Were you always like this even before everything happened?”

“…”

Zomi did not respond, but simply tilted her head to every question from Sharon.

“What are your sizes? …Looks, these things right here for example,” Sharon was holding up her pair of breasts to demonstrate, which revealed the thin drenched clothing beneath the raincoat and two small grapes spouting out from her ample bosom.

“…,” Zomi imitated Sharon’s movement and lifted up her heavy breasts. The already extraordinary view became even more magnificent. Her raincoat was an obvious tight fit that only covered the top portion of her body and she had barely had any clothing underneath. The fabrics were glued to her skins and her giant marshmallows were stretching the very fabric that supported their weight, revealing the explosive curvaceous line on her figure that would make any woman jealous.

“You know? I worked as a model back then. You would have been a real hit if you had gotten into the industry.”

Sharon almost had a nosebleed at the sight before her. The pair of giant marshmallows bounced as Zomi let go of her hands. The big girl then bended down on her knees and offered her enormous breasts in front of Sharon. Zomi thought the woman wanted to touch her bounties like Sarah sometimes would do.

In front of the giant marshmallows, Sharon took the offer and poked with her finger, which sunk deep into the bounty. The woman was amazed by the softness and blood already started to appear from her nose.

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After a short interlude of a certain pervert trying to stop her nosebleed, the two women soon arrived at the commercial building where Sharon was lured into a trap. The vicinity of the building was devoid of any human presence and only several zombies roamed the area. From afar, portions of the streets were already mildly flooded under water, and it looked like the area might soon be inhabitable. Sharon was hoping the base here had not been evacuated or at least she could find some useful information inside the hideout.

However, after breaking through the front door by freezing the door knob with her power, her hope was dismantled as she found out the building seemed to have been emptied after her own capture.

Zomi, on the other hand, was a little confused. Leo’s reminder was for them to go in stealthily; she hid her presence the moment they got to the area. Her master had tried to explain to her what spying and stealth was all about and how you were supposed to go about undetected while gathering information. But apparently, she learned something new today. The proper way of infiltration was to break through the front door and make your presence known as obvious as possible.

There were no clues left behind to tell the current whereabouts of the organization. The building was only one of many hideouts the organization had spread throughout the city. The place seemed like it was abandoned in a hurry as many living essentials and food littered the ground. Chemicals and drugs can be seen placed neatly within the shelves indicating that this floor of the building was once a pharmacy. The floors above were either clinics or other specialized medical offices. However, one thing they all share in common, was that all the businesses here were owned by a single company known as Ombrella Corporation, the patriarch of the single most influential biotech company in the nation.

The corporation had many human rights scandals, but they put so much money on R&D that the authorities deemed the corporation was too valuable as a strategic asset to compete against foreign biotechnology. They were so infamous that a certain zombie apocalypse movie named the antagonistic organization after the company’s name, which ensued several lawsuits.

The last place the two women searched was the basement where Sharon was captured. Out of all places beside the front door, only the entrance to the basement was locked; but it was a simple breakthrough.

In the basement, the ceiling was a bit too low for Zomi to stand and Sharon thought it was cute the way Zomi crouched going down the stairs. Sharon inspected the area with a flashlight but was soon led by Zomi into a dark hallway where even Sharon began to notice the smell of blood and foul stench.

Bloodstains were seen along the way as they passed by litter from corpses that seemed to be members of the organization. The corpses were still somewhat new and mostly intact as they only just began to rot while maggots and flies infested the area. Sharon held to her guts and froze everything along her path, which drained her stamina. When they reached the end, the two women were stopped by a rather fortified metal gate.

At this moment, Sharon held her hands to her head in pain and cried out a scream.

“Kill….Kill!”

“Kill yourself, slit your throat. Let the blood flow out.”

Sharp gruesome voices filled with strong emotions of hatred, bloodthirst and desire of death appeared inside Sharon’s mind. Her hand began to unwillingly reach out to her pocket knife and eventually, by the time she regained her senses, the knife was already close to her throat. Her instinct was trying to fight back; yet, her hands were still uncontrollable, and the knife was slowly getting closer to seeing blood. Fortunately, a large feminine hand stopped the knife from moving.

Zomi was unaffected by the whole ordeal and grabbed the knife at Sharon’s throat by the sharp edges, which did not even break through her skin. She obediently followed her order to protect Sharon, which included protecting Sharon herself.

Sharon took this opportunity to fight back the voices in her head and finally regained control for the most part. She now understood there was a monster behind the door that can mind control humans, she would not be swallowed by the emotion of that voice as easily this time around.

“Thanks, Zomi, I owe you one,” Sharon was breaking into sweat as she spoke.

“…”

Recognizing the threat was behind the gate, immense bloodthirst began to flow out of Zomi as she leaped at the gate with a powerful punch that severely dented the thick metal plating. She then followed up with a high kick, which revealed the meager cloth covering her bottom rear and her ample plump flower budding was outlined by the cloth. The sight alone brought a moment of clarity to Sharon, and it dispelled all adverse effects from the mind control.

The narrow hallway limited the movement of Zomi to propel her punches and kicks, but they had created enough dents that the big girl was now dismantling and tearing down the metal gate with her bare hands.

“Wa… wait! Please! Don’t kill me,” a weak voice came from behind the gate.

Zomi ignored the voice and continued to bend the steel like plastic. Within a few minutes the gate was cleared, and it led into a dark spacious room. In the distance, sitting on a chair was a frail man with pale skin that seemed to have been starved for days.

“No… please wait! I’m sorry!”

Zomi directed her bloodthirst onto the man and charged forward. The man was almost frozen by the overwhelming pressure, but still managed to beg for his life in the last moment as he was stomped on the ground with Zomi’s foot on top of his head.

“Zomi, stop! Don’t kill him yet… but kill him if I start to act strange.”

Zomi still had the man under her foot as she looked at Sharon. The man continued to beg. Sharon slowly walked forward and squatted down to have a clear look.

“It seems like you can talk… how about you start off with a bit of self-introduction.”

A moment later, the man was back on his seat. Judging from the half-eaten corpses around the room, Sharon could see what meals he had been having. A short interrogation with the man and Sharon found out that he was a result of an experiment that the organization was conducting. He was simply an unfortunate survivor that had been used.

This particular hideout was just an experimentation site for the organization. The organization wanted to find a method to artificially awaken humans. They started with a simple experiment of feeding the lesser quality crimson jelly to their subjects with a variety of drugs that sedated the subjects’ vitals. The man, Moore, was a semi successful product of that experiment as things went horribly wrong.

“At first, they thought I was a successful subject. I thought so too, and I was excited. But then within just a few hours, hatred, bloodthirst and the desire to eat and kill appeared in my mind. As if there was another me, I soon lost control and was addicted to the state. I made everyone around me suicide with my power, but I was still conscious. They locked me in this room, but my power can extend to the entire building. I controlled them during their sleep and had them walk down here to kill themselves. Since my power is limited by distance,” The man confessed everything.

“Well? Are you still feeling bloodthirsty?”

“No,” Moore looked at Zomi while cowering in fear. “This thing here… squeezed out all my bloodlust… with her own. This is how I regained my mind just a moment ago.”

As a person that can control the mind as his power, he saw everyone a bit differently. From his perspective, Zomi was a gigantic shadow with the sinister shape of a monster that could consume him at any moment.

“…”

Sharon gave Zomi a strange look as the big girl tilted her innocent face.

The last information Sharon gained from Moore was something related to a business the organization was doing with the group of survivors at the university campus. Based on her personality, she would have immediately been on her way to track down the organization; but at this moment, she just wanted to call it a day to rest and get her revenge some other time.

They freed Moore from the basement and headed in the direction of home in the rain. The stormy weather had gotten a little stronger from when they first entered the building. The way back might even flood if they stayed too long.