ToeTormentor
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Cindy Lennox was running through Raccoon City as fast as she could, which wasn’t as fast as she liked with the high heels on her feet. The waitress had her manager Jack to thank for that, in fact she’d discovered the pervert was planning on making her start wearing a playboy bunny – like outfit with even more impractical heels. Not that that mattered now. Cindy had been looking forward to ending her shift and getting to rest her feet when a bunch of zombies – honest-to-goodness zombies – had burst into Jack’s Bar and started attacking everyone in sight. Cindy had banded together with a group of survivors and escaped, only to become separated from her friends afterward. Then she’d been attacked by a pack of zombified dogs, which were now snapping their torn and bloody jaws after her flesh.
Cindy swung herself up onto a ladder and lifted herself out of reach ALMOST just in time. One dog leaped up and sank its teeth into the leather of her shoe. Luckily, before its teeth could punch through to her skin the dog’s weight pulled it down and the high heel slid off of Cindy’s foot. The dog dropped down to the ground where it and its pack mates went berserk, tearing Cindy’s heel to shreds in seconds. She scrambled up the ladder, accidentally knocking her other heel loose and sending it clattering down the ladder until it too was quickly ripped apart by the dogs’ gnashing teeth.
Cindy didn’t even look back, she just pulled herself up over the threshold and sat hugging her knees. Not only would she have to face the horrors overrunning Racoon City, now she’d have to do it completely barefoot.
Gathering herself, Cindy padded across the rooftop looking for a safe way down. Opening up a skylight, she lowered herself down onto a large crate. Then she silently climbed down to the floor. As Cindy was exploring the room, she nearly stepped in a puddle of blood. She opened her mouth in a silent scream when she saw a mutilated corpse lying in front of her. As she was trying to process the sight, something rustled on the ceiling above her. She raised her hand to her mouth.
The creature looked like a human body flayed of its skin and stretched out unnaturally. Its bloody muscular limbs each ended in a set of huge bony claws. Cindy watched, frozen in fear, as the creature that would come to be known as a Licker dropped down to the floor and began stalking around the room. It extended an impossibly long tongue and used it to feel around in front of it. Cindy realised that the brain that had burst out of its skull had grown around its eye sockets: it was blind. She crept off in the opposite direction as the Licker and, looking down at her bare feet, noticed the irony that if she’d still been wearing her heels, she might already be dead. Cindy soon spied a raised square hole in the wall that presumably allowed crates to be loaded through. She climbed up on a crate, grabbed the bottom of the opening, then pushed off with her toes and launched herself up inside. As she did, the crate shifted and scraped on the floor. Cindy heard a screech shockingly close to her and then the wet smacking as the Licker came over to investigate. She froze, halfway through the gap with her feet hanging out of the end. The Licker was coming closer and closer…
Cindy swung herself up onto a ladder and lifted herself out of reach ALMOST just in time. One dog leaped up and sank its teeth into the leather of her shoe. Luckily, before its teeth could punch through to her skin the dog’s weight pulled it down and the high heel slid off of Cindy’s foot. The dog dropped down to the ground where it and its pack mates went berserk, tearing Cindy’s heel to shreds in seconds. She scrambled up the ladder, accidentally knocking her other heel loose and sending it clattering down the ladder until it too was quickly ripped apart by the dogs’ gnashing teeth.
Cindy didn’t even look back, she just pulled herself up over the threshold and sat hugging her knees. Not only would she have to face the horrors overrunning Racoon City, now she’d have to do it completely barefoot.
Gathering herself, Cindy padded across the rooftop looking for a safe way down. Opening up a skylight, she lowered herself down onto a large crate. Then she silently climbed down to the floor. As Cindy was exploring the room, she nearly stepped in a puddle of blood. She opened her mouth in a silent scream when she saw a mutilated corpse lying in front of her. As she was trying to process the sight, something rustled on the ceiling above her. She raised her hand to her mouth.
The creature looked like a human body flayed of its skin and stretched out unnaturally. Its bloody muscular limbs each ended in a set of huge bony claws. Cindy watched, frozen in fear, as the creature that would come to be known as a Licker dropped down to the floor and began stalking around the room. It extended an impossibly long tongue and used it to feel around in front of it. Cindy realised that the brain that had burst out of its skull had grown around its eye sockets: it was blind. She crept off in the opposite direction as the Licker and, looking down at her bare feet, noticed the irony that if she’d still been wearing her heels, she might already be dead. Cindy soon spied a raised square hole in the wall that presumably allowed crates to be loaded through. She climbed up on a crate, grabbed the bottom of the opening, then pushed off with her toes and launched herself up inside. As she did, the crate shifted and scraped on the floor. Cindy heard a screech shockingly close to her and then the wet smacking as the Licker came over to investigate. She froze, halfway through the gap with her feet hanging out of the end. The Licker was coming closer and closer…
