Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character, make no profit, yada yada.
Pairing: Finn/Puck, hinted Faberry only in prologue, Klaine friendship.
AN: This story will be a multi-chapter with tons of character death. You have been warned.

Prologue.

Tina's ever present blue streak falling around her face as Mike twirled her around the dance floor, tripping over her own feet but that didn't stop the laughs erupting from her.

She trips. Heel twisting and suddenly she's falling, Mike no longer there to catch her as she hits the cold gym floor. Reaching a hand up from help but nobody notices her. A spiked heel puncturing her lower back, another at her rib cage. Hearing the crack of bone as she slowly loses consciousness. The screams around her fading away to nothing as everything falls black.

Artie never liked dances. The gyrating of hips and thrashing of arms right at eye level. A day in the life of Artie Abrams involved more views of crotches then of faces. Rolling over more than a toe or two, no one in the crowd wanting to part to make way for him, they never do. Trying to stick with Puck and Lauren as the two busted out every '80's dance moves as possible but as they move through the crowd he's once again left behind.

Hands slick with blood as the wheels his way away from eminent danger. Slipping, hand and his wheels. Spotting Lauren and Puck pushing their way through the crowd of screaming teens to reach the exit with Finn and Kurt trailing not far behind. He takes his hands from his wheels, rolling to a stop in the middle a chaos. He should be used to being left behind.

Rachelknows she isn't his first choice but it's nice to be asked. Her bubble gum pink dress swishing around her ankles as Finn leads her into another spin. They go good together. She doesn't comment on the way his eyes follow Puck's every movement from across the dance floor and he doesn't comment on the way she lights up everytime her eyes meet a certain blonde's.

Her eyes no longer hold any light, only terror. Dress ripping as a deformed hand, two fingers gone and bone exposed, makes a grab her. A tripping classmate being her saving grace. She tightens her grip on Noah's hand as him, Lauren and Finn put their stature and muscles to the test to get them to safety. She's holding them back, tripping over the skirt of her dress. Even Kurt's doing better than her in his efforts to get through the crowd. Rachel tries to increase her efforts, she really does but Noah's hand slips from hers and when she catches him looking back she knows it's no accident. His face shows no guilt as he turns back and continues to save himself. For the first time in her life her voice blends into the crowd as she calls out for Finn to come back for her.

It's all Mercedes ever wanted, to feel like a princess. And here, with Sam on her arm, she felt more like the queen. He told her she was beautiful and she can help but believe it. Her goodwill dress she'd picked up in order to show Sam that prom could be done on a budget was wore like it was Dior. With her shoulders back, skin glowing and heart pound in her chest everytime Sam lead her back out unto the dance floor. No one paid them any attention but in her head? In her head all eyes were on them.

She lay face down on the auditorium floor, cheek turned toward Sam. Or at least what's left of him, one of those things sitting on his back, hand wrapped around the boy's backbone as it tries to rip it from the boy. His legs still twitch but she doubts he can feel anything. She can't. Not her legs or the gaping hole in her neck, nothing. They hadn't had time to run, too near the door from the parking lot where they bust in. They only had time to scream.