[ WP ] Outrageous

A childish toy peered out of the edge of the black bag it occupied. The expressive cat-eyes of the toy shifted left and right in time with every second. The bag was left on the empty end of a blue bench, in a crowded room full of young people. A timer was counting down on the stomach of the cat toy. Not a soul noticed it, nor noticed its hooded depositor move swiftly away from the area. 
 
 The bomb went off in the crowded cafeteria. The denotation exploded the eatery room loaded with noisy students, leaving wreckage resembling the most disastrous food fight of all time. Instantaneous destruction wrecked the students occupying the tables, suddenly they had all become human barbecue. The shaking was felt through the entire campus, the very foundation of the building was damaged, not to mention the hundreds of windows that were blown out and scattered. All around the building tinkling glass lay like impotent reflective caltrops. 
 
 It wasn ’ t helpful that the sewer system had backed up earlier that day, but the staff had bigger problems, what with the bombing. 
 
 For you see, staff at Morning Glory Advanced School of Curriculum were all designated to be first-responders in the case of an emergency. Of course, none of the staff had any training which would assist any endangered students who still lived, but the overeager gym teacher led the charge. 
 
 ‘ No student left behind! ’ screamed the pot bellied physical education teacher. ‘ Onwards, for the kids! ’ 
 
 An adrenaline pumped up squad of first-responder teachers and staff huffed it after the gym leader. Two cold unwavering white eyes stared out across the room, taking in the events and immediately formulating a counter strategy to the gym teacher ’ s blind charge. 
 
 Lurking in the velvet-black shadows of the palm plants, in the corner of the teacher ’ s lunchroom, a dark haired genius professor brooded. The drab suited fellow was so intelligent that the bumbling principal had hired him on the spot to cure an alien plague, and it had almost worked, up until the nursing assistant had turned out to be an alien spy in chameleon garb. That misadventure and many others behind him, after a few seconds of mental calculations he knew exactly how ridiculous following the gym teacher would have been. 
 
 Drawing himself frame by frame out of the velvet-black shadows, finally entering the light by pushing aside one large palm frond, Professor Grimdark shook his head and edged into a sneer. 
 
 ‘ Fools! That is only the first attack upon our charges, and indeed if it was a class 1 bomb it almost certainly contained a biochemical agent of more disastrous consequence! ” 
 
 On cue a stumbling group of recent corpses staggered down the hallway and past the door left hanging open mere moments ago. One corpse turned and noticed Professor Grimdark standing stalk straight and exposed in the poor yellow light. It was a blonde teacher, named Betsy, with fresh student blood ringing her mouth and staining her askew purple blouse. 
 
 GRoaning the corpse shambled into the interior of the room, but Professor Grimdark was already approaching, moving in his wolf like gait past the round tables which contained discarded teacher ’ s lunches. He jabbed his fingers in a piston straight thrust into the zombies neck. The zombie didn ’ t feel pain and nearly clamped its mouth around his hand. Grimdark shifted back a step, strong and steady on the balls of his feet. The zombie grappled with its own hands straining towards the professor, he avoided its second attempt at a lethal bite and with two rapid kicks to the knees put the zombie on the ground, pawing at his pant legs. Grabbing a nearby blender he dented, and then caved in, the zombie ’ s skull around its brain, destroying it with a final double-tap smack. 
 
 He adjusted his outfit with the assured suaveness of a genius who knows they are a genius. His countenance cracked as he absorbed the fact that this was his first kill of the day, and unlikely to be his last. 
 
 ‘ Damnit. You were the first victim of that gym teacher ’ s raving. ” Professor Grimdark quaffed a part of a grape juice box and poured the remainder on the ground, and swore to see the gym teacher dead or tried in a court of law for his crimes. 
 
 Screams and zombie noises echoed down the tight corridors of Morning Glory. Professor Grimdark lost no time in moving in the correctly calculated fashion towards his planned target. 

