Get closer to hit him

Location: Girls' Dorm

State: Normal

HP: 99/100

Lust: 1/100

Infection: 0/100

Equipment: School Uniform, Trainers, Bedside Lamp, Rucksack, 20 Credits

His grip was too strong for me to escape it easily. I had to neutralize him before breaking free. I made a step towards him and prepared myself to bust his head with my bedside lamp.

But as I was lifting my arm to hit him, his slow pulling motion turned into an unexpectingly brutal sweep. My standing foot followed the movement and slipped, making me lose my balance. I fell on my back, colliding with a lesbian couple in the middle of a sixty-nine. My agressor grabbed my knickers while vainly trying to get up, slowed down by his hard-on. It let me enough time to fend him off with my free foot but his hand, tightly holding my underwear, tore the low-quality fabric of my panties as he got thrust out by my kick.

Leaning on the cunnilinguists naked bodies, I got up as fast as I could, my heart racing from the fear of getting ****. Fortunately, the assailant was slow and clumsy enough to let me escape his range. I ran among the orgies, jumping over the mating students. At the end of the corridor, I turned around to check if I was followed, but none of the zombies had abandonned their back-and-forth motions and my agressor was still lying on the floor at the exact same location, masturbating at the same lazy pace, as if he had already forgotten my passage.

I sighed and took my breath. Then, I felt a draught on my crotch and I suddenly remembered my panties were ruined. I blushed when I thought of the show I had given to the whole crowd -- not that they could have noticed, in their current state. I discovered that some of the cloth was still intact, although it was not covering anything anymore. Useless. I reluctantly removed the rags which once were my underwear and threw them away. They landed on the head of a groaning guy hammering his waist against an **** girl. The ridiculous sight made me smile for a moment before I pulled myself together and left the girls' dorm with resolve despite my recent loss.

The stairs leading to the rooftop were empty. Not a single zombie. A breeze caressed my thighs, giving me goosebumps. The difference of temperature was stunning. Body heat had probably turned the corridor into this hot and suffocating sauna, while the staircase had remained cold. I climbed up the stairs until I found a solid iron door. I tried to push it, but it was locked. There were people behind it, according to the red-haired girl. I knocked. Time passed. I knocked again, harder. Someone spoke outside:

"Tell me your name."

"Lisa."

"Never heard about you."

"I'm a recent transferred student."

There was a silence. The door opened.