A/N: So, I have a slight obsession with Zombies, and of course, Glee. And while watching The Walking Dead season 2 premiere Sunday night, I thought….what would the New Directions do in the event of a the inevitable Zombie Apocalypse? And this was born. Not sure where it's going, I'll see if anyone's interested before continuing. If people seem interested enough, chapters will get longer, this is just a sort of test .Although I'm so excited to write this and already having fun with it, so I may continue it no matter what.
But for now, warnings for violence and gore, of course. There will be plenty of major character deaths, sorry. Basically anyone I don't like or can't write or even just feel compelled to will die or become a zombie. As far as canon pairings, the only one that stands true in this fic for now is Finn and Rachel. Everyone else is free game. Most likely there will be eventual Blaine/Puck. In my writings, those two just tend to gravitate towards one another.
This is not a Walking Dead crossover fic, so please don't tell me I'm not sticking to how the zombies are in that show or how things went down in it, I just merely got the idea while watching Walking Dead, and couldn't get it out of my head. So I will write the zombies how I want to, k? K.
Takes place in about April of the current season, so slightly in the future, and, as always, I take plenty of liberties and ignore storylines I don't like, and I write pretty OOC a lot of the time. If you're still with me, then, please, read on and enjoy, let me know if you'd like me to continue!
"Blaine! Puck! Get in!"
Blaine heard the distant sound of Finn's voice, as did Puck, but at the moment both boys were too focused on the task at hand.
"Get down, Puck!" Blaine ignored Finn, aiming his pistol right where Puck was standing. Puck complied, and dropped to the ground as Blaine emptied a clip into the three things that had been mere moments from overcoming Puck. Blaine surveyed the rest of their surroundings to make sure it was safe before jogging over to Puck. "All clear."
Puck grunted a thank you and took Blaine's outstretched hand, jumping back up on his feet lithely.
Kurt's Navigator screeched to a stop next to the pair, and Finn and Kurt jumped out, joining them.
The four took in the sight before them, already desensitized to the gruesome scene that lay exposed on the ground. A body that used to inhabit Sue Sylvester was one of them. Shredded track suit, blood caked into her blonde hair, bare feet covered in gravel and broken glass. And of course, the tell tale signs that it hadn't been Sue in that body for awhile. Blood red eyes, the slightest bit of foam at the corners of her grotesquely torn away mouth, the stiff, jerky movements with which she'd been moving, the fact that her stomach had been ripped open and all her entrails had spilled out and yet she'd still been walking around.
"I feel like someone who'd gone to McKinley longer than a few months should have gotten the pleasure of killing that bitch," Puck grinned, forever trying to lighten the mood with a joke.
Blaine offered back a wry smile, "Sorry, man, next time I'll let the zombies kill you so that the privilege goes to someone who truly deserves it."
"I don't recognize these two," Finn nudged the other two bodies with his boot. Everyone else shook their heads, not knowing either as the silently studied the three bodies, all with identical, perfectly aimed bullet wounds in the middle of their foreheads.
"Doesn't matter much who they used to be. They were zombies now. Shoot first, mourn later," Blaine commented with an edge to his tired voice. "Let's go see if we can find anyone else alive and normal."
Puck threw an arm around Blaine's shoulders. "Great aim, Pretty Boy!" He congratulated as they all climbed into Kurt's car.
Kurt finally spoke up, having been much quieter than normal since the dead had suddenly started to rise and turn others undead as well. "Anyone mind if we go to mine and Finn's house first? See about my dad and his mom?" He couldn't bring himself to say what he really meant. See if his dad was alive, dead or undead. See what's Carole's fate was. So instead he asked it in a way that almost made it sound like the four teenage boys were trying to decide where they should stop first on Thanksgiving Day.
Blaine and Puck nodded wearily from the back, minds on their own families, wondering the same thing as Kurt, but also too afraid to voice their fears of what they would discover.
It had been in between third and fourth period the day before when things had started to become….weird. Finn, Kurt, Puck and Blaine had been walking together, headed in the general direction of their next classes when they heard a sudden, bone chilling scream, followed b y a gunshot. Instinctively, all four dropped to the floor, along with those surrounding them, which gave everyone a view of what was going on, and it wasn't another Columbine, which had been where everyone's mind had immediately gone. Hell if there was a school that was absolutely primed for another shooting, it was William McKinley High School. But what they saw made them wish it was just a couple of disgruntled teens with guns.
There was a group of what looked suspiciously like zombies lurching down the hall, attacking people, clawing at them, ripping into their flesh with their decomposed teeth.
"No fuckin' way, man," Puck muttered from Blaine's left side. Finn was mesmerized watching the horror, and Kurt looked close to crying.
"We gotta get the fuck out of here. Now," Blaine ordered, snapping everyone's attention to him. Finn, Puck and Blaine stood up, immediately drawing attention to themselves from the zombies, but Kurt still sat frozen. Blaine gripped him up, and pulled him none too tenderly behind them as the boys tore out of the emergency exit off the hallway and into the parking lot.
The second they stepped through the doorway, the bright sunlight hit them in the eyes, momentarily blinding them and almost costing them their lives, as one of the walkers reached out to Kurt from the left, and another was quickly approaching them on the right.
Blaine and Puck were the first to react, with Puck clocking the one on the right with a vicious and impressive right hook, and Blaine taking out the one on the left with a Chemistry book in the head.
"Shit," Puck swore, shaking his hand, and looking around for the first time. The boys were surrounded. They could see Kurt's navigator about a hundred feet away but it might as well have been a hundred miles for all the zombies that stood between them and the relative safety the vehicle would offer.
"Now what?" Finn asked nervously as the boys stood frozen, watching hundreds of zombies approach them.
"We run. Knock out anyone who gets near you and we run towards Kurt's car. It's our only chance. Kurt, get your keys ready and do not unlock the vehicle until we are almost at it," Blaine commanded. Kurt nodded, the fear in his eyes reflecting what the other three felt, but they allowed no time for stalling or thinking, as they dashed towards the car.
Finn swung his backpack at the first walker to get in their way, effectively knocking him down, allowing them to hurdle over it, and Puck took care of the next two, sending one flying backwards with a kick to the stomach, landing him directly into the walker behind him. Blaine elbowed the next one in the face, and Kurt stuck his foot out, tripping up yet another, as he fumbled with his keys, frantically searching for the unlock button.
They were almost to the Navigator, when their path was suddenly blocked by one of the things that looked hauntingly familiar.
Kurt gave a strangled cry. "Mercedes! We have to help her, we can't just leave her!"
Blaine, yanked the keys out of Kurt's hand, hitting the unlock button that Kurt hadn't been able to get before opening the back door, and picking up Kurt, all but throwing him in the seat, but when he spoke his voice was much more gentle than his actions. "Kurt, whatever that is, it isn't Mercedes anymore."
Finn jumped in the back next to Kurt, and Blaine crawled over the passenger seat to the driver's side, shoving the keys in the ignition, and starting up the car, already peeling out of the lot before Puck even managed to get his door shut.