A/N: The characters are slightly AU, seeing as how this story was originally intended to be an original work of fiction. No spoilers. Unlike most of my Faberry-writing peers, this story will not immediately jump into Faberry. The progress of their relationship will take some time, as will the smut. If you were anticipating constant, ongoing loving, I am afraid you will find this story lacking in that department. However, I do encourage you to read on if you appreciate my writing style. Reviews are always welcome.
Disclaimer: No. Just no. I do no, have not, and will not ever own the characters taken from the Fox series. I do, however, own the few O/Cs I have put in.
Chapter 1: Zombie Apocalypse.
The outbreak happened while we were in school. We were told to stay in whatever building we were in and to not go outside. The halls of McKinley quieted to mere eerie hums omitted by the running air conditioners. A few minutes to when school was normally released, the Figgins' voice came on over the intercom, and he was obviously trying to keep calm. "Students," he began, taking a slow, deep breath to get his bearings. "It has come to our attention that a scientist at a lab in downtown Ohio has released a virus into the air that...reanimates the dead. This virus spread as far as Australia and England in one hour. Even if there were a way to stop it, that virus has spread too far too quickly. I am afraid this school will have to be on lock-down for...quite some time. Stay in your building and refrain from breathing in the outside air or going out for extended periods of time."
With a click that signified that the end of his message, we began to look around at each other in confusion, his announcement not making sense in our minds. What did this mean? We all sat around looking at each other until panicked screaming erupted in the class. Every horror movie including zombies that we had ever seen played out in our minds. We all began to panic. Mr. Schuester went to the front of the room and tried to grab our attention. "Guys, calm down. Don't panic." he told us, booming his voice across the classroom.
I looked around at the faces of my classmates, taking in the obvious shock and disbelief playing on their faces. No matter what happened, from here on out, I would never forget who I was with when the zombie outbreak occurred. 23 other students in addition to the rest of the school who was unfortunate enough to be stuck in this situation. "Congrats. We're living in a zombie apocalypse." Santana muttered sarcastically, obviously trying to make a joke out of the situation. I could tell by the look in her eyes as she adjusted her Cheerios! uniform that she wasn't feeling indifferent about the situation at all. Catching me looking at her, she raised her lips in a snarl, and I looked away.
"Okay, guys." Sam said from across the room, getting out of his seat. Our heads swiveled to him, wondering what he would have to say. "Schue's right. Remain calm. I think I know a way we can optimize our chances of survival." Looking at him a response immediately came flying out of my mouth. "Yes, let's all take advice from someone whose experience comes from video games and comic books. I'm sure there shan't be any fallacies in any logic uttered from his mouth." I found myself saying, soliciting laughter from a majority of the class. As I insulted her friend, a particular blonde looked over at me, her stare penetrating deep into my soul, as always. Nervously, my eyes averted from that area, and I wished that I had kept my outburst to myself. She was one of the last people I wanted to be stuck with while the world was ending. "Not cool, Rachel." Mercedes shouted at me from the side where Sam and Quinn were. I rolled my eyes and shrugged, totally uncomfortable with Quinn's attention on me. "Sorry. Those were my nerves speaking. Please, continue." I smiled sweetly and folded my hands together.
But the calm really only lasted the first half hour. When that elapsed, a few people from other classes tumbled in. Since it was past the usual time school let out, we all took out our phones and contacted our parents and friends. My dad was waiting for me at the park a block away from the school. Upon me telling him the news, he left to go find my Daddy. Sam's suggestion was that we group up and remain in those groups for some time. It was probably some tactic he learned from Call of Warfare, or whatever mindless video game he chooses to drone over. Whether we added people from other classes or not, no one could be kicked out of their groups. Names were drawn out of a hat, and lucky me, my group consisted of Santana, Quinn, and a girl named Melissa. Then, Kurt Tina, and Blaine n in along with a few others from their class. The three of them joined up with us, giving us the biggest group in the class at the moment.
"Okay. I think it's evident that we're going to need to establish a sort of hierarchy within our group." Melissa began, looking at us. "Who should be group leader?" she asked. We looked around at each other, mentally assessing one another's capabilities when someone called us to attention. "Melissa's group!" Sam called, effectively establishing hierarchy. We turned to face him. "We need two people from your group and each other group to head down to the cafeteria and steal food, bust the vending machines and get drinks and snacks. Who's up for it?" We all looked around at each other before Quinn and I stood up at the same time saying. "I'll go."