The fugitive teacher only barely made it out of the school. It was sheer chaos, the undead running wild, the living thrashing around in a blind panic. It took a cool head to navigate the mayhem, and that day Miss Ward lived up to her name and was one of the coolest Cats in London.
She tossed a few more students to the zombies as she fled, along with one of her fellow teachers who was trying to organize the children and lead a gang of them to safety. The sacrifices served to distract the hunting killers and she looked for opportunities at every turn. A couple of times she sent young kids flying into walls when there were no zombies present, hoping to knock them out so that they would attract any brain munchers who might chance along the way later—better they stop to eat the brains of the dazed students than carry on and catch up with her.
It wasn’t much quieter on the streets outside. London was a city caught in the grip of an undead menace. Zombies were running wild everywhere. Cat couldn’t understand how they had spread so swiftly, but she didn’t stop to try and make sense of it. Picking a direction at random, she took off as fast as she could, sparing not a thought for those who were being butchered all around her.
Cat never noticed the strange, semi-human figure that stepped out of the school to stare after her as she fled. If she had glanced back she might have spotted him, a man standing in the shadows, like no other she had ever seen, with pustulent, peeling flesh, no fingernails, gray hair and yellow eyes.
But even if she had seen her sinister observer, she was already too far away to have heard him when he muttered, “Interesting…” And she definitely wouldn’t have noticed when he stepped inside, whistled to one of his colleagues and nodded at him to follow her at a distance as she ran.