Gymnasium

[Monday] [8:19 PM]

As Alice left the locker room, she breathes in the cool night air and chlorine, grateful for the reprieve from the stuffy confines of the locker room. She keeps her head down and moves quickly, sticking to the shadows as much as possible.

She decided to make her way back to the gymnasium, where the initial panic began.

As she approached the building, the door is slightly ajar, and she hesitates for a moment before pushing it open.

She noticed the musky smell of semen hanging in the air. Her heart sank as she recalled the horrific scenes she had witnessed earlier in the day. Making her way inside, she saw the scattered chairs and ripped clothes littering the floor. It was a stark reminder of the chaos and **** that had consumed the campus.

Alice's stomach grumbled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since breakfast. She searched the area for food but found nothing edible.

Shuddering, Alice makes her way deeper into the building, careful to avoid the littered clothes and scattered chairs. She spots a backpack in the corner and quickly makes her way over to it.

Opening the bag, she finds a bottle of water and a pack of wet wipes.

Alice's heart races as she zips the backpack shut and slings it over her shoulder. She turns around, ready to leave the gymnasium behind, when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye.

An infected lies on the ground, mere feet away from her. Its legs are bent at odd angles, clearly broken and unable to support its weight. Its eyes are glazed over, and drool drips from its gaping mouth.

Alice freezes, her heart pounding in her chest. She watches as the infected slowly begins to drag itself towards her, its arms trembling with effort.

"Stay back," Alice says, her voice quivering. She takes a step back, but the infected continues to crawl towards her.

Alice turns to run, but her foot slips on a piece of cloth, and she falls to the ground. The infected lets out a guttural moan and quickens its pace.

Alice scrambles to her feet, her heart racing. She backs away from the infected, keeping her eyes trained on it. She bumps into something solid and turns to see that she's backed into a wall.

The infected is almost within arm's reach. Alice panics and lashes out, kicking the infected in the face. It recoils, momentarily stunned, but then renews its advance.

Alice turns to run again, but her foot catches on a chair leg, and she stumbles. The infected is on her in an instant, its fetid breath hot on her face.

Alice's heart pounds in her chest as the infected lunges at her, its jagged teeth snapping inches from her face. She twists and turns, trying to evade its grasp, but it's relentless. Its rough hands grab at her clothes, tearing at the fabric and exposing her skin.