Wait for his next move

Location: Girls' Dorm

State: Normal

HP: 99/100

Lust: 2/100

Infection: 0/100

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

For now, he was not looking aggressive. I gave him a chance to prove that he was not dangerous and waited for his next move. But if he tried to harm me in any manner, I would use my weapon without any hesitation.

He did not try to kill me. He did not show any aggressivity. However, he slowly but firmly pulled my left hand until it reached his pulsating shaft. This move disconcerted me. He definitely looked like a zombie. I had saw many zombie movies and I was sure they never did that sort of stuff. Now my gaze had stopped on the cock my hand was touching. I could not hold myself thinking how big it was. My grasp on the lamp untightened a bit because of my perplexity. Maybe the zombie saw it as a permission to go further as he made my hand go up an down along his male organ in an hypnotic motion. His intentions were clear: he wanted me to make him a handjob. The image of me doing such a thing to a zombie revolted me. Plus, a scream outside reminded me I had someone to save.

"Sorry, bro, but that's not happening", I said with a sharp tone.

I brutally retreated, freeing me from his grasp. He did not seem to like it. If he had looked kind of appeased when my hand was touching him, he now showed a terrible expression on his face, like a **** addict when you take away his dose. He jumped on me, his arms forward. Finally he acted like I expected. I dodged his **** and found myself in the perfect position to hit him behind the head. I took the lamp with both hands and gave a circular blow in his head, incidentally breaking my lamp. Carried away by his momentum, he fell forward and lost consciousness before even touching the ground.

The adrenaline flowed in my veins. I dashed out of the room, the broken lamp still in my hand and ran in the direction of the screams. I jostled some students having wild sex in the corridor who were in my way. The red-haired girl was carried by a group of students moving towards the elevator. I sprinted to stop them but before I could reach the kidnappers, they were in the elevator. The doors shut right in front of me. I heard the elevator going down and the screams of the girl fading away. Too late.

I kicked the metallic doors to express my anger. I regretted it immediately: it hurt, especially as I had forgotten to put on my shoes. I swore loudly before realizing my mistake as I turned over to see a corridor full of lusty zombies to whom I had revealed my presence. All of them were looking at me with eagerness. Dinner was ready.