Fuelled by adrenaline, Alison raced back inside, slamming the double doors behind her. She was about to turn and bolt it down the corridor, when she saw the two infected girls through the window by the doors - their pace had slowed a little, and it looked as though they were having great difficulty running. Their monstrous breasts jiggled and shook ridiculously as they raced across the grass. The one girl, Vicky, was still leaking milk from one of her tits.
For a moment, Alison stood transfixed by the bizarre sight before her, but she quickly snapped out of her trance when she realised how close they were getting. She didn't know much about fighting, so that was out of the question, but she had seen enough movies to know how to block an exit. Spinning around, Alison scanned the corridor for anything of use, and spotted a janitor's broom propped up against the wall.
"Perfect!" Alison smiled.
The cute blonde seized the broom with both hands, and jammed it across both door handles. She stepped back nervously, just as her pursuers reached the doors and began banging against them. They found themselves unable to open the door, and began banging against it furiously.
"Yes!" Alison grinned at her handiwork. "It worked!"
Vicky and Stacey, the absurdly large breasted girls on the other side of the door, were throwing themselves against the door, their massive breasts squashing against it like rising dough. They slammed their hands against the glass angrily, and their boobs made a loud squeaking noise as they forced themselves up against the hard surface of the door. They were acting like a pair of trapped animals.
Alison grinned at them mockingly. "Sorry girls, you're not going anywhere."
Alison watched them for a moment longer, vaguely amused by their futile efforts. Did the virus affected people's minds, as well as their bodies? Alison didn't know, she would have to ask Dee about that, she was a smart girl. Alison didn't really understand any of this, and she wasn't sure she wanted to.
Deciding to waste no more time here, Alison turned around and ran back down the corridor, ready to meet with the others.
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