Try the stairs

Location: Girls' Dorm, Corridor

State: Tired, Aroused

HP: 100/100

Lust: 20/100

Infection: 5/100

Equipment: Underwear, School Uniform, Energetic Bar, Bedside Lamp

That girl had talked about the roof as a safe place. Since the elevator was being used and since I had not much time, I decided to use the stairs. I moved cautiously, trying not to get any attention from the sex-driven students surrounding me. There was not a place I could gaze without seeing an intercourse going on, and I could not ignore the wet noises produced by such activities, reminding me I had tasted the pleasure of the flesh myself a few moments ago. The remembrance of this recent fact turned me on a little.

Focused on my day-dreaming, I almost stumbled upon two female students in a sixty-nine position. Fortunately, they did not notice me. I sighed, relieved. But my luck abandoned me as two arms circled me from behind. Caught by surprise, I gasped and restrained myself from yelping. I did not want to alert the others. I had to deal with that zombie quietly. His hands grabbed my tits which, for an unknown reason, had become more sensitive than usual. His touch unwillingly thrilled me with pleasure, even though it was not on my bare skin. I could feel his erection against my butt. One of his hands slowly slipped towards my crotch and a part of me wished he would reach his goal. But I could not just get fucked from behind, in the middle of the corridor, by a random guy. A little voice inside my head told me it would not be the first time. My hesitation gave the zombie enough time to reach my underwear. I was getting wet...

Gathering all my will, I crushed his foot with my heel, freeing me from his grasp. I could not fight him without getting noticed by the rest of them, so I ran to the stairs without turning back. I took the stairs up two by two, hoping he would be dumb enough to forget my existence. Zombies were stupid, right?

At last I reached the door leading to the roof. I tried to push it, but it was locked. Shit. I turned around, panting, and saw nothing but stairs. He was not after me anymore. I caught my breath and faced the door again. 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.