A/N: *Deep breath* Okay so! It's been ages since I've written or posted anything... I really do need to finish my other stories some day but hey! Here's a new one for everyone. While I've read a few fics that deal with pitch perfect being in some sort of zombie nightmare, none of them were really exactly how I was hoping for them to be. PLEASE don't take this as me saying they weren't good and I didn't enjoy them (because I did I mean how could I not). After some debate and a few idea's I figured why the fuck not. I'll post my own and see if anyone likes it. I'm not used to writing from this POV and I have no Beta as of yet so please forgive any mistakes. Constructive criticism is appreciated! I'm also posting this on an extreme lack of sleep so there may be an updated version out of the first chapter at some point lol. Anyways, enjoy and let me know if I should continue!

CHAPTER 1:

The airport was packed, noisy and kinda gross, not to mention everyone looked like they were sick in the Atlanta airport. The small brunette's face pinched in mild disgust as she stepped over a couple sleeping between departure terminals, a few barf bags casually sitting next to them. Shifting the heavy weight of her duffle bag that hung off her shoulder, the navy eyed girl looked ahead at the group of girls walking in front of her. Letting out a small smile the brunette thought back to worlds, which they had won only two days ago. It had started out as an impossible task but the Bellas' had managed to come together, new generation and old, to make the impossible possible. The pride she had for her Bella's was consuming, the group of girls had become the family she had always craved. She loved every single one of them and was honored to be called their captain.

"Beca hurry up! Were getting out of this pigs nest!" A large, very Australian, blonde girl turned her head back and shouted at her friend who had fallen behind. Beca raised an eyebrow at her choice of words but chose not to comment. She was far too used to the blondes antics after being roommates with the girl for 3 years. She shook her head and put a bit more pep in her step in an effort to catch up, she hadn't even realized how far ahead they had gotten while she had been spacing out.

When she caught up to the Bella's she walked next to Chloe, a ginger, but probably the prettiest ginger anyone in this airport had ever seen. Chloe smiled at the little DJ, the kind of smile that caused the corner of her eyes to crinkle and left her blue iris's practically sparkling. Chloe linked her left arm through Becas right playfully before looking away from the shorter girl, no doubt resuming her people watching at the large airport. And lets be honest that's the only fun part of being in an airport for hours. Becas lips turned up at the corners slightly in a shy smile, used to how touchy Chloe was by now. Beca didn't even seem to mind it anymore, after 4 years of Chloe Beale hugs, cuddles and hand holding it would have felt weird if the red head suddenly stopped. If Beca was being honest with herself, she would have been disappointed as well, she actually liked Chloe hugs. It was like sunshine and butterflies or some shit all wrapped up into a simple gesture. Ugh, when did I get so sappy Beca scoffed at herself, even rolling her eyes. Whatever.

"Shit... One second-" Beca cursed, shaking her head at herself as she had gotten lost in thought again. She unlinked her arm from Chloes and stopped walking. Fumbling with her luggage before dropping it on the ground, Beca slid her phone out of her pocket. Why is my boss calling me? The brown haired girl grumbled to herself before clicking the answer button. The red head had stopped when Beca did, as well as the rest of the Bellas who wanted to wait for their leader.

"Hey, what's up?..."The brunette paused, listening to the other party on the phone before nearly dropping her phone, her hands suddenly shaking violently.

"No fucking way!" Beca screamed, not believing what her boss had just told her. The studio she had interned at all year wanted to sign Emily, the youngest Bella, and herself after hearing their song Flashlight a few weeks ago. The same song that had helped them win worlds. Beca had been so consumed by the conversation she hadn't even noticed that Chloe was now standing in front of her running her hands up and down the little DJ's shoulders in concern. Beca wasn't exactly acting like herself, the taller girl couldn't tell if the brunette was happy or about to loose it over something.

"Yeah... soon as we get back. I'll tell Emily, dude this is so awesome!" Beca beamed into the phone, her shocked features quickly replaced by shit eating grin.

"Tell me what?..." The younger brunette asked Beca, her hands nervously wringing back and forth in front of her because the older girls actions left the Bella's confused. Cynthia-Rose had approached Beca as well and was hovering next to the taller girl Emily, concern etched into her brown eyes. Their captain was usually, well, pretty reserved and not prone to screeching at her cellphone like a mad woman.

Swiping the end call button, Beca stuffed the phone back in her pocket and looked up at Chloe just now realizing how close they were standing. Beca grabbed Chloe's hands and linked their fingers and started jumping, damn near screaming about what had just happened during the must random, awesome, amazing phone call she had ever gotten. As soon as the other Bella's caught on to what Beca was so excited about they began celebrating as well, ecstatic for their two acapella sisters.

Emily now lay on the floor, fanning herself with her hands apparently in a state of shock while the older Bellas continued to hoot and holler around her, dancing with each other in turn and taking turns skipping and jumping over the hyperventilating brunette.

When Beca finally realized what she was doing she stopped jumping and spinning with Chloe who was grinning like a mad woman at her enthusiasm and had thrown her head back in laughter more than once. Beca felt a ferocious blush begin to crawl up her neck as she looked around. She only now remembered she was in an airport with literally thousands of strangers, who were staring and pointing at them at this point, some even had their phones out taking videos of them. "Oh my god we are so weird..." the small brunette mumbled, saying several more unintelligible things under her breath as she unlinked her digits from the gingers. Beca scooped up her bag quickly and ducked around the still celebrating Bellas towards the airports exit, hiding her face behind her hands in embarrassment.

Chloe rolled her eyes at the brunette playfully before following her, jogging to catch up to the fleeing DJ. Chloe knew Beca wasn't a girl who like to be the center of attention but that's where she always seemed to end up. The red head couldn't help but wonder how Beca wasn't used to it by now considering how insanely talented the younger girl was, not to mention gorgeous.

As the two friends approached the glass exit doors they glanced back at the Bellas who had suddenly gone quiet. The girls laughter had now turned into discouraging murmurs. Jessica, Stacie and Cynthia-Rose were pulling Fat Amy off of a TSA agent who she had started to grind on during her celebration. It took all three girls and Emily's help to drag the disgruntled Australian out of the airport, while the remaining Bellas, except for Flo, were apologizing to the agent as they walked backwards towards the exit. Flo was yelling something about not being an illegal alien and had already ran past Beca and Chloe through the exit. When the group dragging Fat Amy got to the doors they could her the Australian insisting she had done nothing wrong and the agent had liked it and was going to ask for her number.

Beca and Chloe looked at each other when all of the Bellas were out of the airport, different shades of blue eyes meeting briefly before the two girls burst into laughter. "Never a dull moment with these girls... I'm going to miss it" Chloe sighed when their laughter died down. "Me too..." Beca murmured, feeling a pang sorrow.

Beca pulled the trunk open on one of the many yellow cabs that were waiting outside the airport, shoving her duffle bag in before grabbing Chloe's suitcase from her. The shorter girl pulled the trunk closed when their luggage was secure and both girls made their way around the cab, sliding into the back seat together.

"Barden University" Beca called to the cab driver. The older man, wrinkles lining his weathered face, turned to face the two girls through the glass and gave them a thumbs up.

Chloe rubbed her hands together and blew some hot air on her cold digits in an effort to warm them. She smiled lightly at Beca when she noticed the younger girl staring at her. While it wasn't terribly cold in Georgia during the spring, the nights could still get well into the 40's if not lower. Both girls wrapped their coats a little tighter and looked out their respective windows, watching as the cab pulled away from the still bustling airport. The other Bella's had gotten into their respective cabs and would meet them back at their house on campus.

Beca peered out her window, glancing up at the thousands of stars that littered the clear night sky. She couldn't believe she was signing with an actual record company. Her time interning at Residual Heat had apparently paid off and now she was getting the chance to live her dream. The main office for the recording company was in L.A., of all places. How fucking awesome was that? The little DJ's knee began to bounce up and down when her mind started to drift to a more negative place. The more she thought about it the more she had some doubts. Sure, she had lead the Bella's to win a world championship. But that was acapella. This was like, the real world. The world she had been dreaming about since she was 12 and had started messing around with songs on her moms old laptop. The world where dreams could come true and where they could be broken, cracked into a million pieces and her career could end in seconds. What if I'm a one hit wonder? What if they don't like the music I produce? What if I get out there and they decide not to sign me? What if I'm not talented enough? What if-

The brunette's chain of thought was broken when Chloe placed a hand on her knee squeezing it softly, effectively stopping the nervous twitch.

"Beca... You're going to be great. You already are great! Your music is amazing. I swear on my grandmothers grave that the playlist you sent me is the most listened to thing on my phone, not to mention the other Bellas" The ginger spoke softly and smiled, rubbing her thumb back and forth on Beca's inner thigh, causing the younger girl's cheeks to flush with heat. Chloe has a habit of making the brunette feel comfortable and awkward simultaneously at times. Beca still doesn't understand that part of their friendship but she deals.

"Uhh... Chlo', thanks but can you maybe... not..." Beca gestures with her eyes down to where Chloe's hand was placed on her leg, a little further up than it should be and what she was doing with it. They were so not playing firetruck right now. Not that the ginger hadn't made her in the past. It was purely for Chloes amusement at the expense of Becas terror.

"Hmm?... Oh! Yeah, sorry!" Chloe smiled sheepishly, giving Beca's leg a soft squeeze before letting go.

"But seriously Beca, you're the most talented person I have ever met. Well, there was this stripper at my brothers bachelor party a few years ago, she was really talented too...but..." Chloe drifted off, apparently lost in thought her eyebrows cinched together in concentration. Beca's eyebrows had risen exceptionally high on her forehead at Chloe's strange confession. The younger girl continued to stare at the red head, leaning slightly back in her seat.

"Bec's you're still more talented than she was, don't worry! Really, you're going to be aca-awesome in L.A... When do you have to leave again?" The ginger grinned at Beca, ignoring the DJ's reaction to her stripper comment and giving a reassuring smile. What, she was really talented Chloe mused to herself. I didn't even know a human body could bend that way.

"Emily and I leave in 2 days so... Wednesday?" Beca shrugged almost sadly. She was supposed to be excited! She was excited, but the small brunette couldn't help but feel bummed that she was leaving her Bella's behind so quickly so to speak. Beca had wanted to stay at the house with her friends and have a week long celebration, like they had talked about on the plane ride home. Not to mention she still had to pass her final exams and she had been missing a lot of school at this point. Since when do I care so much about school? Since you spent four years working for a fucking degree. Beca snickered at herself.

"We'll celebrate when you get back Beca, you're only going to be gone for a week or so right? We'll wait for you, I promise". Chloe grabbed her best friends hand, linking their fingers and squeezing gently. The DJ shook her head slightly, pushing away her worries. Chloe always knew what to say to make her feel better. The two girls held hands for the remainder of the ride home, a comfortable silence filling the cab.

"Becawww!" was shouted down the airport hallway by an enthusiastic brunette boy who had his hands cupped in front of his mouth, making himself impossibly louder. He dressed casually in a pair of blue jeans and a black hoodie with a green backpack tossed over one shoulder. Beside him jogged another brown haired boy who was dressed similarly, wearing a maroon trebelmakers hoodie. Even before the first boy shouted obnoxiously the boys had already drawn the ire of other travelers, bumping into several so far in their haste to catch up to their girlfriends.

Beca and Emily stopped to look behind them at the familiar sound, watching as two boys ran down the hallway towards them, jumping over several other travelers who were resting on the floor against the wall. If Beca thought there were a lot of sick people traveling in Atlanta a few days ago they had nothing on LAX. Numerous people could be spotted in the airport curled up, barf bags somewhere near them and their pale disheveled selves looking absolutely miserable. Beca had received an email from the university on her phone that morning about some bad bug going around, no one really knew what it was yet. Apparently Barden had even canceled classes for the rest of the week.

Beca and Emily had made sure to bring a small bottle of hand sanitizer with them and had been extra careful to avoid anyone who looked mildly ill. The last thing they needed was to be sick. Beca honestly hadn't thought to much about it, but the other sick passengers on the plane made her glad that they had at least brought the sanitizer, all that coughing and barfing were enough to make Beca want to bathe in the liquid by the time the plane landed. To say the two friends had been elated to sit in first class away from everyone would be an understatement.

"You have got to be kidding me..." Beca mumbled in mild shock when she finally recognized that it was her boyfriend who was running towards her, Benji hot on his heels. Realizing Jesse wasn't going to stop she dropped her duffle bag on the floor as he scooped her into a bone crushing hug and spun her around in a circle. When the small girl had been set down and could breathe again she noticed Emily and Benji to her left hugging and whispering to one another, all shy smiles and cute laughs. Beca shook her head at the two, she swore that that boy would follow Emily to the ends of the earth. He had been head over heals for Emily since the beginning of the year. The two were now officially a couple after Benji had surprised Emily at worlds, and Beca was happy for her friends. Benji was a sweet guy, he had been a really good friend to Jesse and herself since they met freshman year of college. Shaking her head, she returned her attention to Jesse who was still beaming at her.

"So! How do you like your surprise?" Jesse wiggled his eyebrows, picking up his girlfriends bag and hefting it onto his available shoulder.

"Well, I can't say that I was expecting it. I mean, how did you even get here- wait that was a stupid question, airport, but why did you follow us to L.A.?" Beca questioned, beginning to walk forwards again towards the airports exit. It's not that she wasn't happy to see Jesse, he's been a great boyfriend the past few years and their fights had been minimal. She just wasn't expecting to see him so soon after they had said their goodbyes at his apartment the previous night.

The brunette boy had been admiring Beca while she was replying, her black and blue plaid shirt and dark skinny jeans made her navy eyes stand out more than they already did. He would never get tired of looking at her eyes, the were a constant source of amazement for him.

"Well... Benji and I were talking after we said our goodbyes yesterday..." Jesse grinned at his friend, who now had his arm around Emilys' shoulders and was listening in on the conversation. "We were talking and decided hey! Whats one week off from school? We should come and support you and wouldn't it be awesome if it was a surprise? Besides you said yourself you two were just going to be doing boring paperwork stuff, signing contracts and meeting agents. We thought we could hit the town and show you girls how to have some fun while your here!" Beca made a face at that last part, raising an eyebrow at Jesse.

"Who said I don't know how to have fun? This is L.A., they practically invented fun" The brown haired girl stopped walking to mock glare at her boyfriend, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

"Beca, last year when you said you wanted to go out for your birthday we ended up going to a movie theater..." Jesse trailed off, looking expectantly at Beca.

"And your point is?..." Beca deadpanned.

"You only wanted popcorn and twizzlers! You didn't even want to see a movie!" Beca's boyfriend yelled in exasperation, throwing his hands in the air causing the brunette girl to throw her head back in laughter.

"Dude! It's not my fault the grocery store by campus quit selling twizzlers, and I only got the popcorn so you wouldn't complain Jesse" Beca smirked, Jesse now looking at her like he was about to have an aneurysm at his girlfriends confession.

"Oh my god look!" Emily suddenly squealed in delight disrupting the couples banter. The younger brunette began clapping her hands together excitedly before pointing at a man holding a sign about 20 feet ahead of their small group. The white sign read "Welcome to L.A. Beca Mitchell and Emily Junk" in bold red letters. Holy fuck dude Beca thought to herself. They even had a sign guy waiting for them!

Beca and Emily shared a high five before walking in front of the boys and approached the sign holder. He looked a few years older than Beca and wore loose fitting clothes and kept his shaggy blonde hair tucked up into a manbun. The guy had a nice smile, if not a bit nervous but looked friendly enough when they stopped in front of him. "Beca and Emily?" the surfer dude questioned in a deep voice, seeming to know who they were already.

"Yup that's us! Beca and Emily, Mitchell and Junk, Junk and Beca-" Beca elbowed Emily quickly and smiled at the man in front of them with her eyebrows raised. She meant to come off as sweet but could only manage so much without laughing at how nervous Emily suddenly was.

"Rad, follow me dudes I have the van parked out front! We'll go over some stuff when we get situated..." the blond haired man mumbled his last few words and turned away from the group, raising a hand over his head in a follow gesture.

The two brunette girls looked at each other, then back at their respective boyfriends and smiled before following after the driver.

Beca fell back onto the plush bed that was laid out in the middle of, quite literally, the largest hotel room she had ever seen. The small DJ glanced to her left, admiring the view of the city for a moment while she stretched her arms above her head. The buildings were all lit up in different colors at this hour and no doubt the streets were still filled with people. The hotel they were staying at wasn't far from LAX. If Beca looked hard enough she could see planes landing and taking off in the distance. The landing strips lite up in blues and greens, blending with the city lights that reflected off the bay window.

The brunette frowned to herself, and looked away from the window. She directed her eyes to the ceiling above her and sighed. When the driver said he needed to go over some stuff with them it wasn't exactly what she had been expecting. The driver, who introduced himself as Steven, said people were acting, well, crazy. He said he didn't know if it was a full moon, if something was in the water or maybe some bad drugs were going around. Mostly the people acting crazy were supposedly the ones who had been sick for the past week. They had started acting violently towards one another, getting into fights in the streets and other public places. Steven even said that when he was on his way to pick them up the radio had said there had even been some deaths reported. Stevens' boss at Residual Heat had actually called him and told him to make sure the two Bella's didn't leave their hotel that night or possibly the next few days. At least until the police could get a handle on what was going on and get these sick people into hospitals.

It hadn't been but a few seconds after they had loaded up the van at LAX that two men a few cars in front of them started going at it. One appeared to be sick, pasty skin, red rimmed eyes, the works. And the other looked just as ill, if not more so than the first man. The one wearing a black jacket had suddenly screamed something unintelligible and lunged out and shoved the other males head against the side of a sedan, effectively cracking the glass. The Barden students in the car and the driver had jumped at the sudden fight, which quickly escalated into an all out brawl on the curb. TSA agents had rushed to both parties involved but seemed to be struggling to contain either man as they kept pulling towards one another. Their teeth had been barred at one another and they were both screaming at this point.

Before they could see anything else Steven had quickly driven off, away from the airport. Beca wouldn't say she was shaken from the incident, but it did make her question what the fuck was going on because this shit wasn't normal. She had seen so called flu bugs go around before, the avian flu, swine flu, you name it. Sure a few people died, and some schools got canceled, but this was different. People were literally loosing their shit and trying to murder each other. Emily had been the most affected from their small group, she'd never seen anyone fight like that before and didn't know how to react so she mostly stayed quiet and tucked herself into Benji's arms trying to ignore the world outside their van. Beca can't say she blamed her friend. Coming to L.A. was supposed to be acamazing, it was supposed to be a dream come true. They hadn't been there for more than a few hours and things weren't exactly looking up.

The navy eyed girl was lost. She felt like at this point in her life she was ready for whatever life had to throw at her. Beca had overcome every obstacle set in her path, she had fought for what she believed in and won more than once. Her confidence was wavering, how was she supposed to fight this new battle? All of these people were suddenly fighting over what, being sick? It didn't make any sense.

Beca had turned on the news as soon as she and Jesse made it to their hotel room. The flat screen flashed images that showed absolute chaos now. It's like law enforcement, firefighters, pretty much every first responder the brunette could think of looked to be getting overrun from more and more people losing their shit. There were just so many of them, how could this be so wide spread? Was there anyone she knew that was sick like this? Beca shuddered at the thought, curling onto her side. She sent a quick a littler prayer to whoever was listening that her family and friends stayed safe. The worst part about it was that it wasn't just here in L.A.

Florida, New York, Washington D.C... Pretty much all of the major cities of America. They were all experiencing the same thing. On their way to the hotel Steven had to drive around more than one group of people fighting. A few of the individuals on the street had even turned towards them and walked up to their vehicle, banging on the windows harshly before Steven could drive off. And they all looked just like the two men did at the airport, only their ears seemed to have blood running out of them.

They didn't see many others braving the roads, just the occasional car coasting around just as cautiously as they were. The group from Barden also didn't see many so called normal people walking around anymore either. Apparently they were smart and found some place to wait whatever this was out.

When they had made it to the hotel in one piece, the driver had pulled into a well lit parking deck. There were multiple security guards waiting at the entrance who looked just as nervous as the group in the car felt. Almost all of the members had a baton out, clenched tightly in both hands.

After they parked Steven had helped them get their luggage inside, he explained that he was going to stay in the hotel lobby tonight. He didn't feel like the roads were safe enough for him to drive on anymore than he already had.

Beca turned her attention back to the large flat screen, watching a pretty blonde woman talk about the current epidemic. Sitting up the small brunette looked down at Jesse, who was seated on the floor, leaning against the bed. He hadn't said much since they had arrived at the hotel. Beca didn't think he had taken his eyes off the news since she clicked on the television. She wanted to comfort him, but she wasn't sure how in this situation. Hell, Beca didn't even know how to comfort herself most of the time, but she had to try for Jesse. He had followed her all the way out here to support her. And now he was away from his family when they might need him most. The petite girl slid down the side of the bed and sat next to her boyfriend indian style. Wrapping her arm around his waste she placed her head on his shoulder.

Breaking news flashed at the bottom of the screen in red, causing the blonde woman to pause.

"The president of the united states has issued a state of emergency. Due to the unknown nature or the cause of this new illness, he is requesting people stay inside their residence or find someplace safe until the issue is resolve-" the broadcast cut out to play an emergency message, a loud beeping filling the hotel room as the mechanical voice played out the same message the newswoman had just spoke. The message continued to play on repeat, and after several minutes Beca stood up and shut the television off growing tired of the obnoxious tones. The brunette ran a hand through her hair. This wasn't how L.A. was supposed to go. She and Emily were supposed to sign their fucking contracts in the morning. They were going to get managers and become famous. This was such bullshit.

The worse part about all this to Beca was that there was literally nothing she could do to fix it. It was a giant fucking shit storm that everyone she loved was in the middle of. And of course it had perfect fucking timing, the illness or whatever the fuck it was.

Beca needed to think. The small girl needed to do something, she just didn't know what. She ran both her hands through her hair in frustration several times before resting her fingers on her temples, trying to massage the headache away that was forming. The brunette had to change her priorities. For fuck sakes, what do I do? What can I do?

As much as she'd love to just pretend this shit wasn't happening and in a few days she would be officially hired by Residual Heat, Beca knew realistically that that dream wasn't going to happen now. The message on the news had said they needed to get someplace safe, she wouldn't exactly call being in the middle of a city with a bunch of crazy fucks safe.

And suddenly Beca found her new priority, keeping her friends safe. THAT was her new dream. It had to be. She owed it to her friends, she got them into this mess and she was going to get them out the DJ promised herself.

"What do we do Beca?" Jesse whispered at the girl who was standing in front of him.

"We..." Beca paused, dropping her hands to her side. She turned to face the brown haired boy who looked lost, unsure of himself even. This is probably the first time Beca had ever seen Jesse not his confident self since they began their relationship. It threw her for a moment, she didn't know what to say to him. The silence was heavy as the gears in her brain began grinding away. The small brunette watched his brown eyes rove over hers, practically begging her to speak.

Something sparked in Beca, she needed to make sure he was safe, he deserved to be safe from all of this. The little DJs' heart began to beat wildly, she wanted no needed to make sure all her Bella's would be safe as well. They were her family and she wasn't going to let anything happen to them, even if she had to cross a continent. She was their leader. Beca clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms almost painfully.

Jesse noticed the change in the brunette, in her posture, she had squared her shoulders and looked absolutely fierce in that moment.

Beca spotted her discarded phone where she had left it on the bed. A plan was forming in her mind, surely it was insane but if it worked... Maybe she could keep everyone safe.

There was only one place she could think of that would be safe for the long term and had the supplies to wait out whatever this was.

"We find a way back to Georgia Jesse" Beca stated firmly, causing the boy on the floor to look up at her warily.

The brunette snatched her phone off the bed and dialed Chloe. If she could count on anyone to help her with this, to make sure her Bella's would listen, it was the older girl.

"Beca? Hey what's up? How's L.A.?" Chloe yawned into the phone, obviously having been asleep at the late hour. Beca sighed, she hated to be the bringer of bad news but she needed to let Chloe know what was going on and how serious it was. Hopefully Atlanta wasn't as bad as L.A. yet but Beca needed her friend to be prepared.

"Turn on the news Chlo'... There's something you have to see" Beca murmured, she didn't how to explain something like this to Chloe so the brunette figured it would be easier to show her.

"Okay, this isn't about that bug thing is it? I got the email about classes already" Chloe questioned, but did what Beca asked. She set the phone down and went searching for the television remote in her bedroom. Clicking the flat screen on and turning to channel 3, the ginger picked the phone back up and plopped back down onto her bed. She was about to ask Beca what she was looking for but it quickly became apparent. While she had been sleeping, the united states was falling apart. The attacks in the streets were quickly turning into deadly assaults. Police were having to shoot people to protect others, only to have the ones they were protecting attack them while their backs were turned. To say the news footage was disturbing would be an understatement to Chloe.

"What the fuck is this Beca?" The older girl questioned slowly, hoping her friend might have some answers about the terrifying footage being broadcasted.

"I don't know Chloe... I wish I could tell you what the hell this is but I can't. I just know you need to get all of the Bella's and anyone you love that's not sick to someplace safe. I was thinking Aubrey's camp would be a good shot, it's only a few hours drive, it has supplies, fresh water, generators... Chlo... I just want you all to be safe. I'm going to try and meet you there with Jesse, Benji and Emily... And my dad, I'm going to call him and see if he'll meet us there too..." Beca drifted off, different aspects of her plan washing though her mind. Jesse was staring at her encouragingly, like he believed the impossible task she wanted to accomplish was entirely possible now after her speech to Chloe.

"But that's so far Beca... How are you-" the determined girl cut Chloe off.

"Don't worry about that part Chloe, we'll manage. I'll see you again, I promise..." Beca trailed off, her throat catching on the last word. It was terrifying to think that she might never see her Bella's again... To never see Chloe again wasn't a thought the brunette ever wanted to have again.

"I love you Beca" Chloe whispered into the phone cradling it like a child.

"Love you too Chlo" Beca spoke softly before shutting off the phone. The brunette closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. It was going to be one hell of a long night. They needed to leave as soon as possible before it got any worse.