Go to the roof

Location: Girls' Dorm, Corridor

State: Normal

HP: 99/100

Lust: 0/100

Infection: 0/100

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

The roof was definitely the wisest choice. I had barely survived a single mad guy, but I could not possibly defeat a horde of them by myself. I needed allies and the roof was my only chance to find some. I took a deep breath before leaving my room again, mentally preparing myself to face the grotesque show I had witnessed earlier in the corridor.

The zombies were still at it. They were showing a remarkable endurance and the multiple orgasms they were experiencing did not seem to substantially affect their behaviour. In fact, they looked completely unaware of their surroundings, only moved by a perpetual need of physical pleasure. Taking the most of their oblivion, I began to cross the crowded corridor, heading towards the stairs and stepping over several rutting bodies.

As I was trying to forget the smell of sweat and sex filling the place, my left foot suddenly refused to move. My heart skipped a beat and I turned around to discover the source of my paralysis: a male zombie, sitting against the wall and absent-mindedly stoking his cum-covered cock, was firmly holding my ankle. His ogling eyes were staring at my crotch. What was I thinking when I put on this uniform?, I thought, realizing my skirt was short enough to flash my panties at anyone sitting or lying on the floor (which, in this context, meant every single zombie in the corridor). But it was too late to turn back now and I had more important problems to take care of.

The zombie had started to slowly pull my ankle in order to bring me closer. A slimy smile appeared on his face. I had to get rid of him quietly to avoid drawing the whole horde's attention. For now, I was not close enough to give him a powerful blow, but trying to get closer to him would have placed me in a **** position, allowing him to strenghten his grasp and offering him other parts of my body to grab (supposing that he would have the presence of mind to stop touching himself). On the other hand, resisting his grip could make me fall since I had less support than him...