Operation Ada: Part I (8 of 8)

Now or never Ada! The chic operative knew she was finished if she didn't figure this out... fast! She twisted her lithe body with a sudden tenacity fitting of her reputation as an agent full of surprises. One upon her back, she used the strength in her glorious long legs to catapult the slathering corpse up and over her where it crashed in a rasping heap. Ada wasted no time in scrabbling on the floor, steering with her elbows as she reached for her precious 9mm Matilda.

"NO!!!" Ada screamed as she felt cold vicious fingers grab at her ankles. Another putrid hand smacked down on her stocking clad thigh, the rotting fingers digging into the silky gossamer threads in shuddering violation. The creature was thrashing on the floor with a sudden and frightening frenzy that made Ada's heartbeat find a new level beyond panic. It appeared her combat self defense maneuver activated some feral sense of animalistic rage in the undead thing.

It growled and gasped and Ada's eyes went wide with fear behind her stylish sunglasses as the creature's head loomed over the luscious horizon of her stocking glazed thigh. Vicious gnashing teeth opened wide as they dripped with the anticipating brackish saliva of tasting the creamy white flesh that lay behind a mere 20 deniers of nylon.

Ada's training once again kicked in, and her hand shot out in a lifesaving decision. Her palm diverted the trajectory of the feverishly crawling corpse from feeding on her fine legs. She pushed with all her might holding the putrid skull at bay, watching with transfixed horror as the jaw gnashed and chomped at air instead of her young flesh. Her skin crawled at the sound of those yellowing teeth clicking against each other over and over again while its eyes stared into nothing. The creature's other arm reached in frustration, trying to get to her, trying to claw at her. But it was held back by her forearm. The same one that was burning with strain, as she fought for her very life. Another one of the undead nightmares shambled in from the adjacent chamber, dropping to its knees as it twitched with anticipation toward the ongoing struggle between Ada and her attacker.

Ada knew that she was getting tired. Anyone could see it in the way her forearm quivered with limit. I've gotta figure something out. I can't keep this up much longer, and these freaks of nature don't seem to feel fatigue. This mission is not going according to plan. I'm no closer to obtaining the G Virus. And worst of all? I'm going to need a new pair of pantyhose after this operation!

TO BE CONTINUED...