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"Finn!" I shouted after him.
He held up a hand to quiet me and continued walking down the deserted hallway. He reached the end and turned around.
"See? There's no one here," he said.
He spoke too early. The words had barely left his mouth when the huge double-door next to him slammed open and a mass of former school students attacked him.
If someone had told me a month before that my best friend would be killed by zombie-versions of our old classmates, I would have laughed.
"Scotland Yard," Puck said.
The rest of us gave him looks that suggested he had some sort of mental illness.
"What about it?" Santana said.
"Isn't that obvious? We have to break in there."
The group went quiet.
Puck stroked his hand over his neatly shaved faux-hawk.
"Listen, we need guns. And the police happen to have a lot of them."
We looked at him. He was right. There was no way we could fight the zombies without some sorts of weapons.
Only three weeks had passed since the virus broke out, but it had spread fast. Almost all of Britain had been turned into zombies within the first two weeks.
Northern-Ireland was still zombie free, so our main goal was to stay safe, and alive, until the prime minister had everything under control.
We did not have high hopes for survival.
"Hold on, guys," Brittany said with a confused look on her face. "Why are we going to break into a yard in Scotland?"
"It's not a yard in Scotland, babe," Santana explained. "Scotland Yard is the name of the police station in London."
"Oh, right," the tall blonde said. "I totally knew that."
"Fine," Finn said after some thought. "Let's do it."
"But," he added, "It is my turn to drive."
The six of us stood outside Scotland Yard not long after.
"Wow," Mike said.
Puck gulped and nodded.
The building in front of us was a mess. Broken glass everywhere, with dead bodies spread around occasionally.
Smashed furniture lay shattered and lonely body parts were to be found on the ground.
I took a step forward, towards the front door.
"Let's get it over with."
The police station was as deserted as the rest of London, so finding what we were after did not turn out to be a problem.
Puck and Santana worked together to crack open the huge weapon vault and we gathered what we needed, plus some extra just in case. We then realized we had nowhere to go.
"It's almost dark, we have to find a safe place to stay for the night," Mike said.
"Any ideas, Rachel?" Finn asked me.
"Only one," I responded. "Our secondary school."
We all agreed that it was the best place on such short notice.
"Santana and Brittany, come with me. We'll get food and supplies," Mike said.
I looked at Finn and Puck. They looked like I was feeling, tired.
The six of us headed out.
Puck stole a police car, and let Mike drive our old, faithful Hummer on the quest for food and supplies.
Thankfully our school was not far away.
"It looks unharmed," Finn said as we arrived at the school.
And he was right. All the windows were still intact and there were no dead bodies laying around.
"There could still be zombies here, though," I reasoned.
"It doesn't look like it, Rachel," Puck said. "Let's go."
The three of us walked up the stairs, as we had done so many times before, and through the main doors.
The hallway was dark and empty. At least it seemed empty.
"Wait here," Puck said. "I'll go turn on the power."
"See you later, dude," Finn said and gave his friend a high-five.
Puck walked off to the right, gun in hand.
"Come on." Finn started walking down the hall.
"Finn, I think we should wait here for Puck," I whispered.
I had had enough of zombies rushing from the shadows to last a lifetime, and was more than happy to wait exploring until Puck had turned the power on.
Finn continued walking.
"Finn!" I shouted after him.
He held up a hand to quiet me and continued walking down the deserted hallway. He reached the end and turned around.
"See? There's no one here," he said.
He spoke too early. The words had barely left his mouth when the huge double-door next to him slammed open and a mass of former school students attacked him.
"Oh, shit," I said to myself and screamed.
"Are you going to run, or what?" a soft voice next to me said.
I shook my head slowly.
I felt strong arms pick me up and soon after we were moving, fast.
The girl holding me ran into an empty classroom and blocked the door behind us. In the distant we could hear gunshots and yelling.
"I'm Quinn," she said calmly.
"Rachel," I told the beautiful girl in front of me.
She was pale, almost too pale, and wore jeans and a loose t-shirt.
I puzzled the pieces slowly together.
"Are you a..?" I started before my voice trailed off.
"Yes," she answered. "I'm a vampire."
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