As the lights shut off one-by-one and the sounds of children screaming grew louder, he knew he never should have come back. The reunion email should have set off alarms but all he saw was the promise of free alcohol and the chance to see the handful of people he'd cared about in school some twenty years ago.
Now as he found himself crouching behind the buffet table with a handful of surviving former classmates, peering through the upturned chocolate fountain at the carnage that had almost finished hauling itself up from beneath the gym's flooring, he wished he was anywhere else.
Anyone it touched seemed to collapse like a puppet with cut strings, immediately surrendering and folding into the mass of crying children that was steadily running out of victims. He'd never been much of a leader, or much of anything really, but before he could stop the words running he'd already told the others to follow him as they headed below the bleachers and down the janitor's tunnels.
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