/*Author's Note: So I'm a little obsessed with Zombies. I don't really know why but I got this idea for zombie fic so I decided to go with it. Its gonna have some adventure/scary moments but a bit of romance too of course. cough Brittana cough. Like there'd be anything else. Anyway Here's the prologue let me know what you think. (Oh and Santana's POV. Rated T since she has a mouth like a truck driver.)*/

Prologue

They told us to stay home. That would keep us safe. They told us to bolt our doors and lock our windows. That would be enough. They told us. They told us. I got sick of listening. I was getting the fuck out of Lima, Ohio and getting the fuck out of dodge. I didn't have a destination. The coast maybe or an island. If the whole continent was going to hell I wasn't going to sit in the Goddamn middle.

It had already been week since it all started. It wasn't that much of a worry at first. A small outbreak here and there. They knew very little but they repeated that little bit over and over again. It was spread through the saliva of the carrier. Through a bite. At first the reporters said it was rabies.

Rabies! Fucking morons.

By the next day it was all over. You'd see a man running down the street, a drooling, growling body limping behind him. First it was one, than it was two then dozens. If you stayed inside you were safe but if you made a peep you were dead. A crying baby, a television or even a harsh fucking whisper could attract one. If you attracted one then more were to follow. They were like fucking ants. Flesh-eating, rotten, human ants.

My dad worked at Lima Memorial. The biggest hospital in the city. He called me the first day of the outbreak to tell me he was safe and to listen to what news told me. That was the last I even heard from him. My mom was in hysterics. I had to shove a towel in her mouth when she sobbed over my father. We couldn't make a sound. Those things were attracted to sound. She knew better. On the fourth day my mom took the family SUV and headed to the hospital to find my father. She told me to stay home. She saidto listen to what my father told me. He told me. She told me. Fuck what they told me.

It had been a week total, locked up in the house. Water stopped running and I was out of supplies. My mother wasn't coming back. I doubt she even made it all the way to the hospital. I couldn't stay here and wait to die from one of those things or from dehydration. I wasn't going to live by playing damsel in distress. The only one who could save me was myself.

My father still had his pride and joy. His sapphire blue 2011 Mustang Convertible. It was one of those cars that only came out on the brightest of days. The thing only saw sun or the inside of our family garage. My dad loved that thing more than me. Well that wasn't saying much. He loved Sunday comics more than he loved me. But he really loved that stupid fucking car. It didn't matter though. The keys were right here and he was dead, I knew he was dead. He wouldn't miss it.

I was going to get the hell out of here and I was going to do it in style.

I waited for a group of them to limp past the front yard. I don't know why they walked together like that. Moaning and groaning, pieces of flesh hanging off and flapping with each uneven steep but they walked together like a fucking marching band. It was disgusting and terrifying. After they got far enough down the street, I made my escape.

I pushed the garage open and saw the beauty. The glossy paint still managed to glisten in the little sunlight that pushed through the dark clouds. This thing was beautiful. I would love it more than me, too.

I revved the engine. Who cared about noise now? I was abouts to be long gone. I took off down the road. Ignoring any body limping or walking alongside in or near the road. I wasn't here to be a hero and I didn't have the time to play dead or alive guessing game. I had somewhere to be and that was anywhere but fucking here.

I pulled onto the side road. I kept my speed to a slow 60 mph. There were debris and bodies on the road I wanted to dodge and 60 mph was slow for a car like this. Driving this thing at anything slower than 100 was a crime. Especially when there wasn't anyone to stop you.

The debris got less and my foot got a little heavy. The pin rattled to 80 and kept climbing. I saw the sign for the interstate and tried to make the turn without slowing down. The car lifted onto two wheels and flipped across the road. Something flashed across my eyes and there was a smashing sound and the sound of shattering glass.

You idiot. You fucking idiot.

Everything went black.