Up to the roof

Location: Stairs

State: Dead

HP: 0/100

Lust: 0/100

Infection: 0/100

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

Without hesitation, I dashed to the stairs up. I did not know what or who would await me downstairs, but I did know there were people who could help on the roof. I took the stairs up two by two, hoping I would not be followed. Zombies were stupid, right?

I gave a quick look behind me and realized with horror that they were not dumb enough to stop pursuing me. The fear to get **** gave strength to my legs. I ran like I never had before, knowing it was a matter of life or ****. As I reached the door leading to the roof, I turned around to see how close they were. I had a few seconds before they would catch me. But the door would not budge.

"Help! Open the door! They're after me! Help!", I screamed while pounding on the door.

The zombies were now a few steps below me and the door remained closed.

"FUCK!", I yelled of anger and despair, facing the lustful mob with my makeshift weapon ready to hit the first assailant.

When the first zombie got close enough, I smashed the lamp on his head, breaking my weapon in the process. The mad student fell on his side and his head bounced once on the wall, leaving a red mark on it. The next zombie stepped over his fallen comrade. I dropped what was left of my weapon and repelled him with a kick, making him fall on the zombies behind him. That would give me some extra time. I hammered on the door again.

"Open this fucking door! Hurry! I don't wanna become like them!"

Nothing happened.

"Bastards!", I cursed.

Suddenly, hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me downstairs I lost my balance and fell in a mass of living flesh. Hands emerged from the lying interwined bodies and grasped every piece of clothing they could reach, tearing them apart. It was like a nightmare. I screamed of terror while vainly trying to struggle. I had no support I could use to put strength in my attempts to break free. My wrists and my ankles were now prisonners of the collective entity that zombies constituted. My clothes were gone. A prick appeared from nowhere and found its way to my pussy.

"Nooooooooo!", I cried as I felt the painful insertion tearing me apart.

A female sat down on my face, muffling my cry and adding pussy juices to my tears. I felt a heavy weight on my belly and realized a guy was sitting on me, sliding his dick between my tits. I could no longer breath. I tried to scream again, but I only got to **** with female cum. My consciousness tottered as I ran out of air. I felt a slight discomfort in my asshole. Even the pain was starting to fade away. My muscles relaxed and I sank into nothingness like I had sunk in this ruthless ocean of rutting bodies. This is so silly. I don't want to die...

THE END.