Nothing he had seen in medical school, in journals of medicine, or on the news had prepared Subhas for the reality of Pandora. The virus seemed to spread through the cafeteria only a little more slowly than the panic. He could hardly beleive his eyes- in only a couple of minutes there were no fewer than seven of those. . . [i]things[/i] lurching menacingly towards the few who had been unable or unwilling to flee the room in the massive stampede. 

Subhas ran through options in his mind. If everyone got out, he could lock and maybe barricade the doors from the outside to try and keep them from spreading further throughout the school. Yes, that seemed reasonable. 

But there was still a few students in the cafeteria, seemingly trying to weigh their options. Subhas briefly thought about locking the brats in with the creatures- sacrifices had to be made for the greater good, and all that. But no, those things moved so slowly, so clumsily, that there wouldn't really be any way to justify it. There was time to try to save everyone.

"Hey! Hey, you ugly demons, over here!" he hollered at the seven zombies, hoping to distract them from the students. He picked up the lightweight plastic trash barrel and hurled it in the general direction of the undead. Not that he thought it'd do anything much, but with luck it'd turn their attention towards him instead, maybe even trip a couple of them up. "Run for it, children! I'm right behind you!" he advised. With luck, he would get them shambling towards him while the students ran, then Subhas himself would bolt out the door and get to work securing the entrances to the cafeteria. His plan was far from perfect, true, but it wasn't as though he had much time to think.