Time felt suspended down in the dark belly of Raccoon City’s infested sewage system. Deep within its unlit waterways, a tangled nest of flesh-like veins hosted a hive of Drain Deimos. At the heart of the nest, the dank tunnels eventually emptied out into a large open expanse – a circle of tunnels surrounding a gaping maw of darkness. Fetid water streamed out of each tunnel in steady waterfalls, disappearing into the unseen depths below.
The fleshy tendrils have completely overgrown the entire area, stretching out like an uneven net across the vast opening. Up above, hidden in the darkness, an assortment of oblong lumps are embedded along the ceiling. Clustered together, they looked like cancerous tumors lining a beast’s inner intestines.
The sound of rushing water echoing in the chamber is deafening, drowning out the lewd squelching noises emanating from the center of the dark alcove. There, strung up in the middle of the platform is glassy-eyed Jill. The tendrils holding her aloft were a part of the same system infesting the sewers. The entire chamber had tendrils criss-crossing throughout it, like a nightmarish spiderweb.
And Jill hung suspended at the heart of it, fully nude.