Sam was now on the campus grounds. Previously he had been darting from wall to wall, hugging close to them to avoid notice, as he had seen in his movies and videogames. One problem: he was noticed. After being called a "Sperg" one too many times by the people who caught onto what he was doing, he made his way through the university like anyone else, through the crowds of people swarming to and fro. When a student got too near, he darted to the side. [i]"So much heterochromia. So many muties. Disgusting."[/i] He thought to himself. That last word echoed in his mind with vehemence. "[i]Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting.[/i]"

He had at last pulled into a corridor that appeared empty. He slumped against a wall and huffed heavily. 

He was jolted to alertness by a sudden voice. "What's got you in such a hurry? You look so stressed...!" 

A girl had followed him. [i]"An attractive one..."[/i] Sam mentally noted. He froze as she drew close to him. "Say, I haven't seen you around here before." She said pleasantly, a smile forming at the corners of her mouth. 

As she brushed hair out of the way of one of her eyes, Sam's heart nearly sprang from his throat. [i]"Heterochromia! A mutie!"[/i] He winced with intense revulsion and forced his eyes shut. Sam suddenly darted away from her and sprinted down the hall.

The girl paused for a moment, then shrugged. "How strange. I hope he'll be alright." she said to herself, then carried on with her day.

Sam had took a turn into a restroom. He didn't take the time to note which gender it was intended for. He looked in the mirror. His mid-length light brown hair was a mess. His face was tomato red and he was drenched with sweat. He followed the lines of the scars he had received from many a beating that cracked his face here and there. "I... I can do this." he reassured himself.

Sam swung the bag onto the sink, then reached for the zipper. He fetched from within several magazines, stuffing his pockets to burst with them. Finally, he retrieved the main attraction: the carbine. He pointed it at his reflection. [i]"Fuck I look cool."[/i] he thought to himself. He shook his thoughts away, then headed back out.

As he left the restroom, he noticed across the hall the double doors of a lecture room. He approached slowly, then quickened his step. He tried to kick the door open, but didn't have enough strength to pull it off. He forced down his embarrassment and reached for the knob, then made his way in. 

As expected, the eyes of the rows of students and the professor as well were already on the doorway, having heard the loud crash of his kick. He swallowed, then raised the carbine at his mostly baffled, hardly shocked audience.
Sam cleared his throat. "J-J-Jes... Jesus... s-sent... m... m--" Sam stammered. [i]"Shit! I've been thinking of how this was supposed to go all morning! Damn it! Damn it![/i]" He thought, followed by a rapid sputtering of curse words.

As frightened as the students were, some snorted, others chuckled. One called out, "T-t-today, junior!" This was followed by outright laughter and many more jeers.

"S-shut up!" Sam called out as he swung the barrel of the carbine around the hall, pointing its barrel here and there like an accusatory finger. This only worsened the situation for him. The urge to laugh had fully overcome the fear of death among all those in the hall. Sam's eye twitched.

"SHUT... UUUUP!" Sam yelled as his finger slammed back on the trigger. A first burst of fire cut down the professor. He then directed the burning lead onto others in the crowd. The massacre commenced.