A/N: For those of you that haven't read Generation dead, the idea is that some American teenagers who die are coming back to life. Mostly they do things much slower than normal humans, though some are at nearly normal speed, and it's love that makes the difference. They're called 'living impaired' or 'differently biotic' by supporters, but bioists- those that hate them- call them 'zombies,' 'worm food,' or one of many other deragatory terms. That's about it... Go read! I own nothing.
Prolouge
I gotta go now. TTYL!
Tina Cohen-Chang grinned as she pressed send, slipping her phone into her back pocket. She and Artie had been planning a trip out to the new Hall of Fame museum being installed nearby, talking about trying to get the rest of the Glee kids to come. Mr. Shue would buy into it, they were sure, and Rachel would love it.
Her life had changed so much since she had joined Glee- all of their lives had. All of a sudden they had friends, family, that they could lean on when things got hard. Other than the footballers and cheerleaders, they had been pretty much alone, every day at the prison they called a school a struggle. Now she looked forwards to waking up every morning.
She glanced up at the night sky, stars shining brightly. She'd be a star someday, she knew, shining just as bright as the little pinpricks of light up above, crowding the moon. Across the street, the little white walking man appeared and she stepped out onto the cross walk.
She was already halfway across when the car appeared, barreling down towards the intersection, weaving back and forth across the yellow dashes. It wasn't going to stop.
Tina opened her mouth in a shriek that never escaped. The car hit her head on, throwing her several yards back. She hit the ground hard, not regaining consciousness. And as the stumbling driver pulled himself out of his car, puked into the bushes, and dialed an unsteady 9-1-1, she lay twisted on the pavement, unaware of her scarlet life leaking out of her body. And the reply never made it to the mangled piece of metal in her pocket.
K. Love u.
A/N: Chapters will be longer- this is only the prolouge. Please review!