Dying for Daycare: Horror

The juice slid down her throat with the peace of a benefice, and she knew that everything would be alright. She huddled in the corner of the daycare center and knew that everything would be all right, everything would be just fine, never mind that the children were little heaps of cloth and meat lying around, never mind that the TV was only broadcasting static instead of the children's show that had been on it just minutes before, when the little cartoons skipped and played. She was amazed the TV worked at all, that somehow the ax had only severed the line between the TV and the tape player, not the TV itself. she'd been aiming for the TV. as soon as she'd felt the compulsion loosen slightly, as soon as the last little boy--Shawn--had breathed his last ragged breath, looking up at her with wide--

Inspiration: A bottle of juice I'm drinking--Peach Mango Fuze, to be precise.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Nifty. An outside influence leads all those who see it to slaughter their young. Why? Not Pure Evil--too boring. Maybe as the vanguard of a wave of invasions? Get the inhabitants of the place you're going to to slaughter their young (would have to be repeatedly), so that when you reach them, there's only a population of broken oldsters. Then--populace figures out need to protect children from the adults, how? What sort of society would result? Nifty. Horrific, too.