Operation Ada: Part II (9 of 16)

My name is Ada Wong. I'm an agent for... sent to obtain the G Virus... my objective is... I came to this place... Ada Wong's mission is the G Virus... I am Ada Wong? Why don't I know who I am?

Ada gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. She visualized herself. My name is... Dawn Meadows... I am...

Wet guttural choking and the jarring clacking of gnashing teeth jolted Ada from her journey of self discovery in her mind palace. Images of the blonde emerald eyed reporter retreated into the mists of obfuscation. Ada's eyes snapped open. She was present. The immediacy of her situation was overwhelming.

She was down on the floor in some horrid place and there was a vile... thing climbing up the lower half of her body. Speaking of her body; she was dressed in a form fitting and scandalously short red cocktail dress made out of smooth satin fabric. The dress had thin straps that ran up and over her narrow shoulders, leaving her slender arms bare and exposed. Her legs were dressed in a pair of smoky sheer black pantyhose. A wiggle of the reinforced toes informed her that she was just in her stocking feet. Why would I take off my shoes in a place like this? Why am I even dressed so ridiculously impractical in a place like this!?

The question seemed fitting as she fought with all her might to hold back the fetid undead creature that was ferally crawling over her lower half. She could feel the wetness of its rot through the situationally inappropriate denier of her nylons. Ick! These pantyhose are SO going in the trash after this. She thought with revulsion. The putrid thing pawed for her, gnashing those yellowed teeth mere inches from the milky flesh promised beneath those stocking bearings legs.

Ada held the monster's mouth at bay with one hand pressed against the straining head. She could feel the nauseating greasy texture of the remnants of hair and the yielding horror of the rotting flesh as it gave way from the skull lurking beneath. Her other arm was propped up on an elbow as she desperately tried to pull herself away from this rabid undead nightmare. One arm to defend, one arm to escape. Both slender limbs were growing weary, wobbling, shaky; unhelpful reminders of the physical limitations saddled upon her upper body.

Ada glanced down at the black leather holster slung around her bare shoulders. Empty. She swivelled her tulip head around with the chic midnight bob hairstyle and the even more fashionable oversized sunglasses. She was looking for the missing gun. If I'm wearing a holster, there must be a gun. And why the HELL am I wearing sunglasses in this place? It's dark in here!

From behind the "world looks cooler" tint of her shades, Ada spotted the pistol resting on the termite ridden floorboards nearby. Can I reach it? One arm to defend, one arm to escape. Both limbs growing weary, wobbly, shaky. I know, I know! I should have put more effort into weight training, and focused less on the cardio! I get it now!

The real question is... which arm do I use? If I don't get that 9mm Matilda soon...