“Why did I even say yes to this?” Winston says to the table in front of him as he slumps down into the well-used chair. His right hand slaps down lazily onto the table top, causing a small rattle from the empty coffee can and the wobbly, hand-crafted, wooden sign which both rest on the uneven tabletop. He sighs heavily and looks around the common grounds of the college at the various people moving from one place to another, oblivious to each other as his hand picks and pulls at the name-filled paper in front of him.
As the day meanders on, picking turns to penciling and Winston slowly, methodically tortures the paper on the table with inquisition precision and merciless persistence. He brushes a roll of raffle tickets away to dig in deeper to his torture as he administers the thumbscrews on the edge of the sheet. The little red tags of unwon prizes slides neglected to the cash box to pout unnoticed. Winston stretches and tears at the paper, grinding on it looking for any form of vocalization from the list of names but none comes.
“Hey Win.” The melody floats through the air directly above Winston’s sandy blond faux hawk and beyond the realm of the cafeteria style table. The melody is repeated and finds the same lack of response. Again, the table claps, this time from a hand other than Winston’s, which causes his head to pop up like a startled meerkat.
Standing before Winston on the opposite side of the table is a smaller woman with a very pleasing frame and yellow hair layering over her one-piece denim skirt-suit which clings tightly to her shape and accentuates her feminine curves. Winston’s startled face transitions to joy, “Hey Jennifer. What’s new?”
“Just getting ready to go to class. What about you, what’s all of this?” She asks as she waves her hand like a game show hostess at the table and the various items scattered across it.
“Oh. Well this is a fund raiser my business club is doing. Want to buy a ticket? They’re only a dollar.” He sets his hand on the reel of red tabs and smiles half-heartedly.
“What do I win?”
“Well, we aren’t really giving out prizes. The deal is you pick someone on this list,” he taps his pencil at the scarred paper, “and you buy tickets on them. The instructor with the most tickets bought on him or her has to kiss a pig on graduation day in front of everyone.”
“Oh, how very interesting.” She feigns enthusiasm but her cynicism seeps through her glowing white teeth. “Have you been very successful today?”
“No, it’s been pretty quite.” He points at the emptiness throughout the indoor courtyard. “No one wanted to show up to school today.”
“I am a little surprised to see you here today.” She motions around to the rest of the college.
“Why.” Winston slides back into his chair, scratching at the edge of the tabletop.
“Well with the bomb threat and all, I figured you might have stayed home.” She leans up against the table and Winston can’t help but notice how the table’s ledge presses against her hip flesh.
“Oh that. That’s no big deal.” Winston flicks carelessly at the reel of tickets.
“What do you mean, no big deal? Doesn’t this bomb threat cause you at least some concern? This is a big deal.” Jennifer tries hard to be genuine with her words but again, her biting condescension is more visible than she thinks it is. She is so confident in her intelligence that it doesn’t dawn on her that her belittlement is dead obvious.
Winston sighs out his boredom with the conversation, “There is no bomb. It’s all just a hoax”
“Oh?” She provides mock surprise. “How do you know this?”
“Yeah.” Winston leans forward and props his forearms up on his knees, “Think about it for a minute. There are two reasons why this can’t be legitimate. First off; this threat was issued yesterday and the ‘terrorist’ said it would explode today. I sincerely doubt anyone in this town has the knowledge necessary to make a timer that will go off a day later.” Winston smiles and waves at the college president as the man in the suit walks toward the cafeteria. “Second, if this was legitimate, the ‘bomber’ would have a real reason for doing it and that reason would have been sent to the paper or TV station, not scrawled like a juvenile on a bathroom wall. I mean, if you were going to bomb something, wouldn’t you want people to know why they’re being punished?”
Jennifer pushes off the table and resumes her power stance, “I guess that makes sense.”
The ground shifts and chaos runs from the cafeteria in an earth shattering roar. The walls tremble at the sound, shaking off paint and mortar. School chairs and other normally stationary items escape from the sound in a flight and billows of dust, smoke, and debris chase after the errant items in a frenzied rage, spitting trash and cement in anger.
Winston uprights himself in his seat, scooting his torso back onto the chair but cannot move. He rolls his head brokenly forward, stooping slightly before regaining equilibrium. The young student tries to stand but is stopped dead by the length of steel bar which has pierced his left knee and embedded into the concrete, putting him in his place like an insect on corkboard. Winston’s eyes focus for the first time since the explosion. They stare at the knee, trying to understand why it refuses to move and finally realizes the source of his immobility which causes a slight wave of nausea.
Jennifer pulls her feet underneath her and stands on them a good four feet from where she was standing before the blast. She stabilizes herself by holding onto the floor with one hand and her curvy hip with the other before drawing herself up onto shaky knees and grabbing at nearby air to keep her upright. “Oh my god…” she stammers through a muzzle of disbelief as a cascade of ash and dirt pours from her straight blond hair.
The fingers of his left hand gently investigate the spot where Win’s knee and the steel rod connect as he calls out to Jen, “Hey! Are you alright?” He tries pulling on the gigantic pin and when he does, his vision flees and beads of sweat form on his hairline.
Jen orients herself and turns to let Win know she’s fine as she is blindsided by a blur of human mass. The force of this second battery throws the woman again and again she is tossed to the ground, this time, she is covered by a pair of ragged bodies. The mass of bodies slides to a halt next to part of the ceiling which has fallen and Jen finds herself pressed to the ground by the college president and a culinary student wearing a smoldering apron. The culinary student, lying on Jen’s legs and holding her right arm, pulls her hand to his torn face and drops his exposed jaw onto her fingers. She screeches in pain which causes the president to prop up on her shoulders and look down at her. He cocks his head to the side and allows a sound to fall from his bloodied mouth that sounds like a choking pig. His head twitches twice like a skipping record before he also descends upon the face of the screaming student, teeth exposed.
“Oh shit!” Win grabs the bar above his knee and jerks on it. Pain sails up his leg and into his stomach. The wave crashes in his belly and rolls to his throat, widening his eyes. The pain freezes his movement and Winston is paralyzed, eyes fixed on the two men attacking his classmate. The president pulls his perfectly styled head back from Jennifer’s face with all the force his strained and sliced neck muscles can muster. His mouth full of broken teeth drag Jen’s cheek like stretching bubble gum before the tension causes it to snap roughly mid way between faces, sending strings of skin slapping up at the president like spaghetti noodles and flecks of blood and fluid spurting into the air. This sight breaks the spell and Winston understands the need to move now! He jerks on the unmoving bar again which sends another wave up through his gut and into his throat, this time unstopped by his esophagus, the previous meal spills out from his face with sloppy splatters onto the table in front of him.
The culinary student chewing through Jennifer’s hand raises his own into the air with his boney fingers pointed at her stomach. Without watching, he plunges his fleshless finger knives into her midsection, tearing through her tight denim outfit and her abdominal wall. He reaches elbow deep into the student and retracts with a handful of intestines. Sections of the meaty rope slips between the student’s jagged fingers and slap at the body below. The student rips at the new handful of organs with a clap of the teeth and gnashes at the rubbery meat. The sight forces another round of convulsion from Winston and the sound causes the feasting student to snap his head at Win and jolt forward. Win shakes the bar, fighting back the waves of pain, rocking the bar back and forth as the culinary student half crawl, half sprints at the pinned student. Knowing that his arm strength isn’t enough, Win begins kicking away from the bar with his trapped leg which begins pulling the impaled rod from the concrete. With a scream, he kicks away from the cannibal and the pole flips up. Winston tries to run from the crazed cook but his mangled knee doesn’t even try to support him and he slides away from the table as the other student leaps across it and crashes into the now vacant chair.
Winston begins scrambling toward a set of nearby stairs while the sprinting student throws chair to the side and launches into another tackle. Knowing he can’t get away, Winston rolls onto his back and scoots backward to the stairs, keeping a frightened eye on the lunatic student as he jumps again. Winston grabs the rod and points the unoccupied end of it at the heart of the flying student. The pole punctures the landing person and protrudes from his back which stops his forward momentum. He shoots his bloodied hands at Winston and falls short of his target so he grabs the post and pulls his body closer to his prey.
With the additional weight, Winston quits trying to pull the bar out of his leg and instead butts it up against the bottom stair and scoots closer to the stairs. This pushes the bar out of the wounded student’s knee along with meat and chips of bone. Once the pole gets too far through Winston’s knee to hold the weight of the advancing lunatic, it begins swaying off to the left and Win pushes it in encouragement before realizing that doing this tears at the remaining flesh connections between his body and his lower leg. With sound of splitting rope, the bar severs most of the ties keeping Win’s foot and the culinary student sprawls to the side clumsily sprawling backward. Winston bellows in agony.
The college president’s head flips up, covered in crimson. He draws to attention like a meerkat hearing danger. His throat clicks a few times and his head cocks twice rapidly before tasting the air with his tongue. He draws in scent with fluttering eyelids and a slow gasp of wind before his head falls sideways, eyes landing directly on Winston’s soul. Without the assistance of his hands, the president rises from the corpse of the girl, knees buckled together and head not changing axis.
Winston is stricken with another wave of nausea and panic which is compounded by watching Jennifer’s body rise to a sitting position and then stand as well, faceless and with innards pouring from the hole in her midsection and dangling at the end of chords of tendon and artery from deep within her torso. He wheels about and scrambles up the stairs, dragging his nearly severed leg behind, not realizing how much it resembles a fish out of water flopping up each stair and spinning in the air or tumbling around itself.
The college president and his recently undeceased classmate begin stalking the wounded student. As they close in on the stairs, the reset of the college erupts in a new chaos, bringing panicked students and staff out of the woodwork screaming for ambulances or nine one one. The door bursts open behind the college president and his hefty secretary charges out of the door straight to her boss with a box of Kleenexes in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. No sooner does the woman get her stubby fingers to the president’s mangled face is she beset upon by a pair of hungry dead and shortly joined by the third famished attacker.
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