I walked along a large alley where lilacs grew. It was a little rain, rhythmically dripping on the asphalt and the ground. And I was going to the institute, where, as always, my luckless friend Vanya was waiting for me. Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself: my name is Misha, and I, as it was already possible to understand from the above, is a student. I am studying for a doctor, but, as is the case with most guys of my age, I am not studying very hard. However, I try. To the best of my ability, of course.

One can already see a large porch of the institute, Vanya is already visible on it, who is waving to me. I walk up to this big porch, he runs to me, greeting me on the go.
- How are you, Misha? - And as always I look at my secret love, ignoring Vanya. Her name is Nastya. Vanya notices where I look, - She stands alone, go talk to her! “But I wanted to talk to her, some guy came up to her, and I didn’t try. We went to the institute, and Vanya asked again how was my business, because I did not answer. I told him that things were going badly; there was no money or food. In general, it was strange that he asked about it, because we lived in the same room in the hostel. Perhaps he was nervous, but all my attention was taken by Nastya to notice such details.

My speech was interrupted by a television set hanging in the corridor that said:
- An unknown epidemic broke out in the center of Moscow; a bloody man attacked and bit the woman and child! From the scene, our correspondent Victor. Victor, we are listening to you.
- Thank you, Natalia. So, as my colleague already said, an incident happened at 10:33 today. Now physicians and police are working at the site ... - After that, in the background, people who were running in panic were running away from something. The correspondent, who, obviously, was more visible than the viewers and the operator, also panicked, and then the camera began to shake and the inscription “Problems in the studio, do not disconnect” appeared. This all caused anxiety in me, and the guys around us began to talk anxiously, someone stood in shock, not understanding whether this was really happening. But then the bell rang, and most of the students dispersed among the audience, believing that all this is nothing more than a joke played out in the news.

I also went in pairs, but I was also worried about one more thing: before the inscription appeared that ended the strange news release, in the background of the camera at the last moment I saw a man who ... bit the other. His face was no longer human, it was as if it had been cracked in half, and his eyes, which I barely examined, expressed incredible hatred. It seemed to me that it was impossible to play.

However, I soon forgot about a strange person in the news, because Nastya was sitting in my audience. And, let's say, very well sat. Our desks were located on the stairs - the front were at the very bottom, and to the top rose stronger and stronger. And this time I was incredibly lucky: Nastya seemed to have deliberately sat in front of me, below. Let's just say, she was always a girl not the most modest, wore short skirts, did not hesitate to wear blouses with an outrageously deep neckline. This time was no exception: her breasts were excitingly sticking out from under the neckline T-shirts, which completely prevented me from listening to what the teacher was talking about, and in an outrageous way acted on my penis.

As luck would have it, they started to get into any kind of indecent acts. By the middle of the lecture the fantasy was played out in earnest, and a very juicy scene was already standing before my mind's eye. Her development was such: Nastya, suddenly asking the teacher for permission to go to the toilet, gets up from her seat and as if quietly straightens the back of her skirt so that I have the opportunity to find out what color her panties are and then imperceptibly for everyone else she winks at me and coming out.Understanding the hint, after a while I will also go out and rush straight to the ladies toilet, where a hot, unfamiliar Nastya, so unfamiliar to me, is already waiting for me in one of the stalls, already practically freed from the shirt ...

After Nastya took off her shirt from my imagination, giving me the opportunity to look and touch her beautiful tits, I had to squeeze a dick through the thick jeans fabric under the table so as not to accidentally cum in my pants. Fortunately, I sat by the wall, and next to me was my friend, who was engaged in a more useful work than I did. You do not think, of course, he did not listen to the lecture. Everything is much more prosaic: he just slept. Yes, and if he had noticed, he would not quibble. I just would jerk all the time, but it is possible to survive. Vanya, in general, I have a very good friend.

I probably would have sat there the whole couple, sinking in her boobs with my eyes and mentally developing further this very interesting story for me, if not for the scream that rang out in the corridor. It was not even a scream but a scream. Everyone turned and looked at the door. Andrei Volfovich (teacher) went to see what happened. He managed only to open the door, and then a lot of people rushed at him and began to bite him! He was yelling, but soon his cries subsided. The entire audience was in a daze, everyone sat and were silent ... Until suddenly one of the people with a piece of a torn off face and without an eye did not look at the audience. All rushed to the exit. People, as it turned out later, they were no longer people, but zombies! Zombies rushed at people, I also wanted to run, but Vanya stopped me, warning that it was a trap. He pointed to the already dead classmates and silently crept to the back door, waving his hand to me. Without saying anything from the shock, we opened the door, ran out and closed the door. Suddenly, someone started knocking on the door crying for help. I discovered it was Nastya.

And now a little about Nastya: she’s 20, like me, she’s a brunette with 4 breast sizes (here you can understand why, while fantasizing with a couple, I almost ended up imagining her boobs without their usual vestments). Nastya is very beautiful, I am in love with her from the first course. Not only because of the beauty, of course, even though she turned my head at first. I was already taken aback when she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. And he was unspeakably pleased, but my joy and general stupor were interrupted by the blows of a zombie at the door.

We ran out into the corridor, into which the second door led from the room where we were, and the terrible picture appeared before our eyes: the corridor, for some reason abandoned by these monsters, was covered in blood. On the walls, as if in horror films, there were bloody stains left by the hands and bodies of students trying to escape, pieces of tattered bodies, half-eaten hands and feet ... It was incredible to imagine that all former bandmates and comrades did it all together.

We ran through several corridors with our small company, overcoming the zombies busy eating, flying through the open doors, from which came terrifying sounds, and sneaking past various staircases. At this time, Nastya, frightened by all the harsh sounds and movements on the sides, clung to me, making me her unspoken protector. I was not against it, I was just pleased with such attention from her side, and therefore I allowed myself to take her hand and lead her forward, carefully moving along the corridors beyond Vanya.

The building of the institute was in a terrible state: now there was complete anarchy, and it was extremely bloody. It seemed that we could run so endlessly, miraculously avoiding zombie attacks and fighting off occasionally feral comrades, but then Vanya gestured to the hatch in the ceiling, which everyone knew was always open, but very carefully guarded by our guard, Peter Stepanych. We couldn’t make our way to the lower floors, zombies swelled the stairs, and therefore we didn’t have any special options, we had to sit somewhere until the first wave of this madness subsided.Scraps of the form of our guard were lying nearby, and therefore, fearing that he could now be even more dangerous, we got to the roof as quickly as possible, barricading the hatch and actually cutting off our escape routes. And then it's time to look around.

Moscow was unrecognizable ... That is, almost everything remained the same as it was - the same magnificent buildings, museums, ordinary houses and factories, but what ...