Author's Notes: Hello Everyone! Firstly, this is not your typical zombie story. Honestly, the idea for this fic came to me after I saw the trailer for Chernobyl Diaries, and I just had to write it. I liked the idea of there being stages to the sickness, and I liked that the people did not look like people of the undead. Now, some things will differ from the movie of course since it has not been released, and I have not seen it, but mostly the only big change that I will most likely have is how the virus is passed.
Now, other characters may make appearances later on, but I will warn you that there will be some character death. All I know is that two other characters besides Faberry will survive. Everything else, well, is a surprise for us all! Let us see where the writing will take me. This is my first fic, so I am both excited and nervous.
Last but not least, I do not own Glee or Chernobyl Diaries, so do not sue me. All I own are my characters Hunter, Daniel, and Sophia.
When Rachel walked through the door of her home, she was immediately greeted by two small voices calling her. The small diva smiled and shook her head at the eagerness of her two children. She had barely walked through the entry way before they were already announcing her presence which meant only one thing, they wanted something. After setting her purse down on the small dark wood table against the wall only a few feet away from the door, Rachel began to walk towards the living room which is where all the commotion seemed to be coming from. Her suspicions were proven to be correct when she was greeted with the sight of her beautiful wife and two children nestled on one of the two couches in front of the television.
"Why hello everyone, dare I ask what all the ruckus is about?" Rachel walked over, and sat down next to her wife of nearly fifteen years now. Her short choppy blonde hair whipped around before she was met with hazel eyes and shy smile. Rachel gave her wife a sweet kiss, but the moment was quickly squashed when she heard a chorus of boos from the mouths of their children. The couple pulled away from each other, and Rachel turned her head to address the two little trouble makers who were clearly eager for something to occur. Immediately, Rachel raised up her right hand in the motion to stop any words that were about to come out of their mouths. "Before I hear anything, I do expect you to at the very least say hello and greet your mother whom you have not seen since this morning." The two children giggled before simultaneously jumping into their mommy's lap. "Oof," was the only sound that was heard from Rachel while Quinn let out a small laugh next to her before speaking for the first time since her wife had walked through the door. "You did ask for a greeting, honey. With how excited they have been since the moment you walked through the door, you should've known this would happen." Rachel only playfully rolled her eyes in response before redirecting her full attention back to her son and daughter.
The Fabray family included three children. There was the oldest, Hunter who was nineteen, the middle son Daniel, who was ten, and then the youngest of the bunch, Sophia who was eight. Hunter was adopted by Rachel and Quinn when he was four years old, and oddly enough has a striking resemblance to Quinn with his blonde hair, light complexion, and green eyes. He stood at around six feet tall, and was incredibly protective of his mothers. Currently, he was not very happy with his job in the armed forces keeping him away from the two of them, but both Rachel and Quinn reminded him constantly that they were perfectly fine whenever he would be able to call. Daniel idolized his older brother, but his personality was much more similar to Rachel's than anyone else's. From the expressive brown eyes to his ability to out-talk anyone in his class, he was a spitting image of his mother which lead to him getting away with more things than he should whenever it came to Quinn. Last of the bunch was Sophia who was much more like her mom than her mommy. She had beautiful blonde hair, light brown eyes, along with a light tan skin. Personality wise she was much more of an introvert and observer than she was anything else. Nine times out of ten, her mothers would find her buried within of a book or asking Quinn to teach her more about cameras.
"Okay you two," Rachel spoke while adjusting both of her children to ensure that everyone was comfortable. Daniel was sitting on the light brown couch on Rachel's right side while Sophia was sharing both Rachel and Quinn's lap. "What exactly are you both so excited about?" Neither parent was surprised when the verbose Daniel was the first to respond. "In history class today mommy they talked about the virus and attack that you, mom, and Hunter survived, and Sophie and me wanted to know the story. Please?" As if on cue and rehearsed Sophia's light voice chimed in with a, "Pretty please?" Rachel tilted her head to the side to get a glance at her wife and the silent question was immediately passed between the two women. "I told them that they had to wait until you got home to ask you before giving them an answer. We knew this day would come. I mean, we do still live on the reservation." The smaller brunette sighed. She had known that her children would one day ask questions about the virus that threatened to wipe out the human race and civilization, but she was hoping that she could spare them from the violence of the ordeal for just a little bit longer. When she turned her head back to see the excited and expecting faces of her two children, she knew that she couldn't keep it away from them anymore. They lived in a very different world now than they did when Quinn and her were growing up. Now, the sense of nativity that children at once grew up with was gone at a much earlier age, but what else could be expected when just beyond the reservation walls monsters remained? All children were taught at the age of five what those monsters were, and by the age of eight they were beginning to learn basic survival training in order to protect themselves. No, the world very much wasn't what it once was.
Quinn ran her fingers through her daughter's long blonde hair and revealed a small smile. She knew that their children had won this battle right from the beginning, but she also knew that this story would not be a simple one for either one of them to tell. It is long, grueling, and involves a lot of loss, but there was only so long you can tell two very curious children "until you're older" before they begin to get frustrated. Especially when one of those children held as much patience as one of his mothers, and anyone that knew Rachel would be able to say that patience was not exactly her biggest strength. The story wasn't all bad when the blonde woman looked back on it now. Yes, there was a lot of death and multiple times where neither one of them knew whether or not they would make it out alive, but if it wasn't for the outbreak many things would not have occurred. Quinn perhaps wouldn't be married to the beautiful woman she was today, and they wouldn't have found Hunter who is a very large part of their family. It took Quinn and even the normally optimistic Rachel quite some time to fully appreciate the good that came out of the bad, but eventually they got there.
Daniel looked at his mom expectantly which successfully pulled his mommy out of her daydream and back to what he really wanted. Rachel closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath before nodding her head. "I suppose that it is time that you both were told our story, but I am only allowing this because Sophie has just started with her survival training, and I believe that you both are mature enough to handle such serious matters as this. There may be moments when a certain situation will be very hard for your mom and I to relive, but we will do our best. Also, I do not want you bragging about this or sharing your mom and I's story to all of your friends. This is very private, and we do not want it to be used as some challenge of war stories on the playground. Do you both understand?" Both children eagerly nodded in response to their mommy's question which was enough of a confirmation for Rachel. It was obvious that they were both listening, and they would most likely be hanging on every word that was spoken to them for the next couple of hours. Luckily, it was not a school night, since this will most likely take awhile.
Rachel made sure that she was comfortable before preparing herself to tell the tale that has never been really told. It wasn't something that was enjoyable to relive, but her children deserved to know the truth about their family. This did afterall effect them too. "Aright, well, we will start from the beginning. Quinn, dear, feel free to interject whenever you want to add something. It all started when I was a freshman in college in New York City..."
