"Punch it!" Nayana shouted at the helmeted driver as she tightened her fingers around the handgrip of the machinegun. The scraped-up jeep bounced across the rubble when the driver gunned the engine. Nayana turned her attention to the inhuman horde in their wake.
Pulling the trigger, she let bursts of hot lead dance across the half decayed undead, but no matter how many she felled more surged in to take their place. Suddenly there was a massive jolt, and she screamed as the jeep tumbled into a great ditch to land on the rollbars.
Shaking her head to clear her vision, Nayana reached out to pull her self from the wreckage only to find that her legs were entangled in something. She kicked to free herself, but to no avail.
Then the first zombie peeked over the rim of the ditch, and moaned loudly with hunger. Nayana's stomach flipped over. Frantically she pulled out her sidearm and shot off a couple of rounds at the ghoul, blowing its head off more by luck than skill. Gore splattered the surrounding wreckage and the once walking corpse tumbled back, its limbs twitching.
Dozens of ragged, rotting throats echoed the hungry groan, and within moments the limping footfall of the undead was heard. Nayana redoubled her efforts to free her legs from whatever was holding them, fighting down a wave of panic.
Something held her legs very firmly, and she kicked to free them. Reaching down, she pulled at the debris that covered her, very clearly aware of the approaching ghouls. Suddenly the restriction around her legs tightened. Nayana felt something squirm against her, and she looked down to see a pair of rotting hands reaching out from the rubble to paw mindlessly across her thighs. She screamed...
...and sat up in her bed, choking back a cry of fear and soaked with sweat.
Almost immediately a wave of headache and nausea washed over her, and she flopped back down on her back with a groan.
'Oh god, I'll never play Resident Evil ever again... at least not while I'm drunk', she thought to herself, trying to force her thoughts through the haze of agony in her head. 'And why didn't I at least drink some water before falling asleep? Oh right, because I was drunk. Figures.'
Only now did she realise that her legs were entangled in her dingy, sweat-soaked sheets. Muttering, she extricated herself from the mess and staggered towards the bathroom. As she passed the kitchen a shaft of sunlight penetrated the dirty windows and struck her squarely in the face, making her groan with pain when the harsh light grated on her eyes.
She finished her business in the bathroom without throwing up, and on the way back to her bed she braved the kitchen to fill an empty soda bottle with water, fumbling blindly at the window until she got the blinds down. Somewhere she managed to find some painkillers, and washed them down with some of the water before collapsing back onto her bed again.
Sipping her water while slowly regaining a semblance of higher brain function, Nayana began taking stock of her situation and penetrating the haze that separated her from the previous night.
She was lying on her bed feeling clammy and dirty, wearing only a pair of black satin panties and a single black stay-up. The other one was hopefully on her floor somewhere. From her visit to the bathroom she vaguely recalled a mirror image of her once artfully styled hair, now looking like a haystack that had been in a plane crash. Nayana sighed.
She scooted up a bit, gathering her pillows until she could half-sit in the bed. She swigged from her water bottle, spilling a few drops down her chin, and she lazily watched them trickle down her chest. One of them ended up hanging from her nipple, and she watched the dark brown flesh harden from the cold water before she wiped her hand across her chest, smearing the water streaks.
Slowly the fog lifted, and she started to remember the previous evening. There was a party at wassisname, Charles' place. Eloise had been a complete twat as usual, making snide comments about everyone. Nayana hated when she did that, but never dared say anything for fear of getting a dose of Eloise's barbed tongue herself.
Some guy had actually answered back with a barb of his own, and Nayana chuckled when she remembered how nettled the other woman had been by this. She'd gone on about it at some length, actually. Nayana figured it was because she wasn't used to people who gave as good as they got.
She drank some more water, and then pulled off her stay-up stocking since it was beginning to itch. She tossed it on the floor and fell back onto her pillows. She was feeling clammy all over, but didn't quite have the energy for a shower just yet. Her stomach growled, but the very thought of food made her queasy despite her hunger.
Nayana rubbed the bridge of her nose with two fingers, hoping that the headache would go away. That guy from the party, he'd turned up again, hadn't he? Right, he'd been at the club. Eloise had been livid. She'd gotten into her head, helped on by a few White Russians, to go "set him straight", and none of the girls could talk her out of it. When she finally stalked off to find him, Nayana and another girl, Nathalie, had followed behind to try to avert any major disasters. They were all quite drunk by that time.
She didn't quite recall how it had gone, but she did remember that the guy had more or less stomped Eloise's attempted vindication flat, while managing to flirt with Nayana and even win Nathalie over. She chuckled at this, even as she dreaded what Eloise might say the next time they met. Now, the guy...
His name was... Steve, or something? He'd been really hot. Or at least that's how Nayana remembered him through the fine mist of José Cuervo that clouded her memory. He'd been wearing black trousers with lots of buckles and zippers, and a black sleeveless top with some sort of dark red print. He'd had his hair dyed blue-black and cropped short aside from a fringe that fell across one eye. In a brief flash Nayana remembered wanting to run her hands across the stubbly back of his head, but not daring to. She smiled and wet her lips with her tongue.
They had been sitting in the lounge, and... he had held her hand. How did that happen? She had even had her legs on his lap. Had they kissed? No... she touched her lips with her fingers. No, they hadn't kissed, even though she had wanted to. If she had, maybe she wouldn't have woken up in her own bed with a hangover. Nayana sighed and swigged some more water.
Thinking back, Nayana made herself remember the feeling of his hands on her legs, how warm they had been and how he had massaged her calves absentmindedly with gentle fingers. She imagined the hands sliding higher, caressing the back of her knees. Higher still, sliding up the inside of her thighs... She squirmed as a bit of arousal crept through her skin to land softly between her legs. Closing her eyes, she raised a hand to stroke one of her slowly hardening nipples.
Sipping more water, she used her free hand to caress both breasts while rubbing her thighs together, causing a sweet pressure on certain tender parts. She bit her lip, imagining how it would feel to kiss "Steve", to have his hands all over her body. Fumbling slightly, she put the bottle of water on the nightstand and then started massaging her breasts with both hands.
Nayana was a curvy young woman, not overweight in any way but endowed with somewhat generous forms. She couldn't cover her breasts with her hands, but she enjoyed playing with them even more for it. At this point she was rubbing them firmly and tweaking her nipples while imagining that her hands belonged to someone else.
The headache wasn't quite gone, but her arousal helped her ignore it. One hand slipped down her soft abdomen, and she spread her legs to let it land on her pubic mound. She started rubbing herself on the outside of her panties, pretending that it was "Steve" giving her pleasure. A soft 'Mmm' escaped her lips.
She kept frigging herself, and soon the other hand joined the first. She imagined how "Steve" crushed her into the mattress with his body, grinding his pelvis into hers. In her mind he then kissed his way down her chest and her stomach, working his way to her sweetly burning fold. Moaning quietly, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties to slip them off...
...when Dahler Mendhi started singing "Tunak Tunak Tun" from somewhere on the floor, telling her that her mother was phoning. Quickly losing her mood, Nayana cursed loudly and rolled over to get the phone.
"Hello, mum? Yeah... no, I was just going to get some bre... uh, lunch. Yeah, I'm... doing laundry, yeah." She rubbed her face dejectedly, realising too late that she had forgotten to remove her makeup from last night and that it was now smeared all over her face and fingers. Listening to her mother nattering about her younger sister Sayali's upcoming wedding, she dragged herself out into the kitchen to finally get something to eat.
Later, after finally having been released from her mother's litany of petty woes, and after managing to keep down her breakfast, Nayana sat nursing her tea when a bright voice trilled from her phone:
