Operation Ada: Part I (3 of 8)

This is taking too long, just gonna...

"Nnnnnnnggggggnnnnnnwwwhaaaa!"

"HOLY SHIIII---!!!" Ada exclaimed after getting too impatient fishing with the lure of her legs. She poked her head around the corner, and was surprised by someone, no... some THING! A horrific rotting husk of a man, standing in the gloom of the adjacent room. It stared at her with sightless hungry eyes, hissing, gasping, choking at her, all while reaching with blackened decaying fingers.

Ada pivoted back around the corner.

"SHIT!!!" she exclaimed for the second time in as many seconds as she found herself face to face with another one of these putrid, rotten, walking corpses! Her training kicked in and her slender arms raised, the 9mm Matilda levelling at the thing's lolling decomposing head. The milky white eyes stared through her supple pink skinned body, its sickly shriveled fingers pawing for her.

"Rhhhhwwwwaaaaaagghghhhhnnnn!!!"

Bang! Bang!! BANG!!!

Three rapid shots popped off with a decisive squeeze of the trigger by her dainty manicured finger. The 9mm rounds fired from the barrel creating a muzzle flash before they sickeningly lodged themselves in the decaying cranium of the undead nightmare. It's body jerked and twirled from the impact of the bullets. Ada unconsciously noted the clink of the three casings as her expended shells hit the floor shortly before the thing dropped to its bony knees and smacked rotting face first into the poetically matching floorboards.

"Nnnnnnggggghhhhnnnmmmm!!!"

Ada pivoted again, that one sounded close. Real close. She swiveled quickly, instinctively, just like she was trained. Just like ballet when she was a young girl. Bring the gun up...

"Ahhhhhnnnggghhh!!!" Ada yelped as she felt a sudden lancing pain in her leg. Her graceful pivot was undone by an unexpected stinging jolt. Teetering precariously in her heels, she reflexively windmilled her arms but was unable to prevent herself from tumbling down on her bottom in a clumsy heap. Her pistol skittered away across the floorboards. Now in her stocking feet, she had quite literally fallen out of her shoes!

"OUCH!" she sucked air in through gritted teeth as her hands went to the source of pain throbbing in her ankle. No sooner had her fingers "smudged" the nylon glaze of her pantyhose that were pulled taut over her trim ankle, did the tender spot light up with renewed agony from her touch.

Ada winced from the debilitating pain.

"Stupid heels!"

Her ankle was definitely sprained. But that was the least of her problems.