A/N: I've joined the flow in attempting a zombie fic! I hope you guys enjoy it! It will mostly be a Faberry fic, but I do plan on having some other couples in here as well. No smut from any others though, I can promise you that. :) Enjoy the first chapter!
"Rachel!" Quinn had screamed from the top of her lungs, tears automatically filling her large orb eyes as she ran towards the short brunette, only a few feet in front of her.
'Please, God, let her be okay. Please. Please!' Quinn kept saying in her head as she retrieved her gun from the holster on her side. 'Please be okay, Rachel. Rachel, please!' As she finally got close enough for a good shot, she let the deadly scream reach her ears, shaking her entire body and scaring her shitless. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, the sound piercing through her and pinching her nerves like a needle. The beautiful voice that had once been Rachel Berry now horifying to listen to.
Bam! Bam!
Two gunshots, one right after the other, shot straight into the skull of the virus stricken monster that had been clinging to the back of Rachel, pushing the short girl off to the side where she landed on her knees, her head bent down in her hands.
Approaching her eagerly, Quinn quickly got on her own knees, tearing off a piece of her faded, ripped shirt as she noticed a slight trickle of blood on the ground below her. The tears were already streaming down her face, coating her cheeks in the salty wetness as she went to push Rachel's face up.
"Rachel, look at me!" She cried out before hearing a monstrous growl from the petite brunette. Falling back, Quinn stared in complete blasphemy as Rachel got on her feet, her coal black eyes no longer possessing the young, childlike innocence they once had. Instead, they carried the darkness that was ahead. "R-Rachel.." Quinn whispered, unable to believe what she was actually seeing. "No, please, God." She broke down, sobbing out as the girl neared her slowly. The virus had already spread to her brain and she was no longer the girl she had known before. "Rachel, please, it's me! It's Quinn!" She yelled out, the tears falling even more now as Rachel lunged for her, yelling in the most inhumanly way possible.
Quinn woke in a deep sweat, her breathing hard and the cushion below her damp. Looking around for her gun, she found it right next to her, as always. She began looking around quickly to identify her surroundings only to remember she was at Puck's in the basement along with the rest of her friends...well, most of them. The Puckerman house was one of the only safe areas that had seised to be infected. Well, that they had found so far.
Since the outbreak, about two weeks ago, all of Lima was blocked off from the rest of America, CDC took it upon themselves to make sure the virus stayed in only that area of the state. Anyone out wasn't allowed in and anyone in would be killed if they were out.
Quinn, Puck, Finn, Santana, Blaine, Kurt, Mercedes and Tina were all in the basement, sleeping in the quiet dark house of Puckerman. Since the outbreak, Quinn hadn't heard from her parents or any of her other friends.
Every night she would have the same heart stopping dream about the same small brunette, the girl turning a different way each time. This had to have been the worst one yet. Turning around slowly on the couch, Quinn felt hands squeeze around her more. She turned her head slightly to see her best friend, Santana, hugging her from behind as tight as possible, the feeling so comforting to Quinn. She didn't want to move for fear of the girl waking up and realizing what she was doing.
Brittany had been missing from them as well. Santana would cry every night when they would listen to the radio, the nightly news coming on and reporting the dead names, all of their hearts stopping for fear of hearing one of their loved ones. Three days ago Burt Hummel was pronounced dead with his wife Carol, the two were found with bite marks to the arm and neck with matching bullet holes to their temples. Kurt hadn't been the same since then, Finn more quiet than usual.
Looking around at the dark room, she noticed the silhouettes of each of her friends from the various small lamps placed around the room. They had set up about three mattresses around the basement as well as two couches. No one, including the boys, wanted to sleep alone, the need for comfort too high in the air.
Finn and Puck both knew how to handle everyone from their incredible amount of experience with video games. Each person was dressed in their own dark clothing, the boys warning them never to take it off except for showers and to change into a new set. Everyone was equipped with at least one pistol and a knife, the gun store down the road helping the kids greatly, they were so lucky Lima was such a small populated area.
Quinn could remember it as if it happened yesterday even if it had felt like the two weeks had dragged on. She was in her AP Chem class with her other over achieving Senior classmates. They had all heard a siren outside as they began mixing a few bonding chemicals together. Turning to her teacher, all the kids asked what was going on almost in unison, but he had no answer. He told the class to stay there as he made his way into the hall, joining the rest of the teachers until they all heard a blood curling scream in the hall as well as a massive growl. All of the kids in class jumped out of their seat and ran to the hall, curious to see what was going on until they witnessed the most disturbing image in their lives. Amy Lovett, a Sophomore soccer player was grabbing at her neck as her boyfriend of two months was chewing on the remains of her skin in his red, bloody mouth. Screaming in agony, the girl dropped to her knees and almost instantly was back up, yelling with hunger. It was a rampage as she threw herself towards the group of people, biting one after the other, the infection spreading without anyones knowledge.
Quinn flew back into the class, removing her glasses and tearing her apron off. She had to get home, get to her parents. Running past the screaming kids, Quinn was off to the choir room, her first instinct to make sure her friends were okay. Just as she had thought, her friends were there. They couldn't speak long, but they had all promised, even Rachel, to meet back here with their families. They would come back prepared, only few returned though, their parents nowhere in sight. That was the last time they had all been together.
They were all alone, no parental supervision, all their adult figures were either lost or dead and the only one who came close to a 'mature' figure was currently missing. But Quinn would find her, she wasn't dead because...because she just knew. She couldn't be dead because Rachel wasn't one to die, she was a survivor, she was smart. Annoying, but smart. Clenching her teeth together, she let Santana hold her closer, the small blanket they shared warm enough to let her fall back to sleep. She needed all the rest she could get these days, no matter how much she didn't want it.
"Wake up, Q!" Quinn heard the familiar voice in her ear. "Come on! We gotta go now! Mercedes heard something outside and we're packing up." She heard the voice again, it sounded like Puck, but she wasn't sure. Nodding quickly, she opened her eyes to see everyone rustling around everywhere, getting their bags packed and getting ready to leave. Grabbing her bag, she began packing her own things, a small blanket, her water bottle and the small radio.
If it wasn't for the complete silence, Quinn would have never heard the small cries that were coming from the staircase. Cautiously, her body shaking with each step she took, she saw her siting there. Her best friend on one of the steps and grabbing at her face, Quinn's heart fell at the complete vulnerability she was currently showing.
"Hey." Quinn said softly, listening to the shuffling downstairs. Looking up quickly, Santana began wiping at her cheeks while turning away.
"What do you want, Quinn?" Santana asked, her voice quivering as she spoke.
"We'll find her, San." Quinn said gently, her eyes on the girl as she watched the tears fall freely yet again down her cheek. Pushing her face away, Santana began sobbing yet again, her forehead firm against the wall. "It'll be okay." Quinn said, quickly going to sit down next to her, wrapping her arm around her shoulder and holding her close to her chest. "I promise. Everything will be okay." She repeated, hoping the words would convince herself more than the girl currently breaking down in her arms.
Suddenly Finn was in front of them, his tired eyes scanning both girls before breathing heavily. "We have to go now. Quickly." His voice was scared, but still so strong. Quinn nodded and turned to Santana, kissing her forehead softly.
"We have to go, San. We have to be strong. Are you ready?" She asked, staring into her eyes. Taking a big shaky breath, she nodded, wiping at her cheek before getting up and wiping her hand on her black jeans.
"Alright, everyone. We're gonna go to the corner store I use to steal from, see whats there, okay?" Puck said, his voice booming. Quinn noticed something pink tied around his head, it had flowers all over it with an 'S'. Furrowing her eyebrows, she suddenly remembered. Puck's little sister, Sarah, and mom had left to visit some family in Illinois a few days before the outbreak. He hadn't seen them since.
Slowly they made their way up the stairs and out of the house, all of them watching each others backs for the sake of keeping each other safe. They were suppose to be finding others not getting rid of them.
Her eyes scanned everything possible, the dead city lacking any life whatsoever. They had already searched every house of their friends possible to make sure they weren't there trapped. Santana made the group check the Pierce household twice searching through every closet and toilet bowl in the home. Quinn watched as the girl stole a unicorn sticker and a picture of the two when they were younger. She had yet to see where Santana had actually put both items, but she was sure they were in a safe spot. Quinn only wished she could take something from Rachel's house when they went to visit, but the house was in terrible shape and they couldn't risk the group getting hurt.
"Kurt!" Tina had whispered back to the boy who was currently in a daze. "Let's go!" She whispered yet again. He shook his head briefly before looking back at the girl, his face apologetic. This had been happening a few times since his dad had died, the man being his only source of comfort besides Blaine. None of them were able to find their parents since the outbreak, Quinn was sure her mom and dad were the first to go as they both were in Columbus, taking a small vacation. That was one of the first areas to be hit.
At the moment, they weren't sure of anything, they had zero communication with anyone and every step they took could very well be a death trap. They were all living on borrowed time, but they were a family, probably the only family left out of all of Ohio. They had to stick together just like they did everything else and they would find the rest of the kids. Quinn would find Rachel.
Quinn had always been fond of the girl, her heartbeat increasing every time her short self would approach her in the halls, either her hands on her hips or skipping merrily passed her. Either way, Quinn couldn't get enough of the adorableness that always seemed to seep through to her. Her chestnut hair always flaunting around with her perfect figure and huge brown eyes. Everything about Rachel Berry screamed perfection in Quinn's eyes, it was undeniable now how much Quinn had to find her, had to make sure she was safe. She was alive, she could feel it, it was strange, but she knew somewhere in this broken down town, Rachel was hiding out, waiting for them to rescue her.
She hadn't realized just how hard she had been gripping her gun until Mercedes nudged her, staring at her intensely. "Are you alright, Quinn?" She asked, rubbing her back slightly. Quinn only smiled, nodding her head in the process. She had no idea, none of them had any idea. They would never understand just how much this meant to her, finding Rachel. It was no longer a want but a mission, she needed this...comfort. Rachel Berry was her star.
As they approached the broken down corner store, the lights flickering every now and then, they each heard a small rustling of papers. Blaine, Finn and Puck were each quick with their guns while Kurt took out a long sword from his back, startling all of them completely.
"I've had a few lessons. My dad wanted me to have safety defense, but I chose swords." He said defensively. Everyone only smiled at him as they continued, Quinn pulling her gun out and holding it in front of her. Santana was in the same position, her face almost demonic like as she made her way closer to the store.
"Calm down, okay?" Quinn said towards her. "If you're tense you might shoot on accident."
"I'm going to fucking murder them if they touched her." Santana said through gritted teeth. Quinn felt the same anger flood her body as the sudden feeling to bash a shithead monster's head in flooded her.
"We will, San. We will." Quinn said, her eyes two slits as they all made their way forward more slowly now.
"No one shoot." Puck commanded them. " Do not fucking shoot." He repeated, the veins in his temples pulsating as he moved in closer to the rustling in the store. Walking through the door, he swallowed deeply, his boots tapping lightly against the floor.
Suddenly, his boot smacked an empty can on the floor, causing everyone to jump a mile high, their breath held as the rustling stopped. Staring at the back of the store, they saw a figure rise up on it's legs. Breathing hard, it made it's way over to them. "If you don't show your face, we're gonna shoot!" Blaine shouted from the middle of them. "Fucking show yourself!" He shouted again when they still waited.
Growling, the monster showed it's face, purple and gross as it limped towards them, it's leg completely missing as well as part of it's mouth. "F-Figgins?" Puck stuttered at the man as he continued towards them, his limbs falling apart. He was still yelling as he pushed his way towards the group.
A loud bang was heard throughout the store and suddenly the man was no more as he fell over instantly, red blood trickling from his head and covering the kids in specs. Looking around, they all saw Finn, his hand shaking as he stared at the man before him. "I-I'm sorry, I just...my mom..he could have been the one to.." He said, tears filling his eyes.
"I know, dude." Puck said, moving towards the taller boy and wrapping his arms around his back. "You gotta be more strong, doofus. Remember those games we use to play? Well, you gotta put it into action now." He was saying to the boy who was a withering mess, tears dripping down his nose and onto Puck's grey shirt. "You're gonna be okay, Finn." He said one last time before breaking away. Looking around at the rest of the group, he sighed. "Let's look around a bit, fill your bags with food then we'll make our way to the mall." His voice was tired, shaky. " We need some new clothes. These are great and all, but it's not protective enough. We'll find more there. It'll be dangerous, but better."
Everyone had agreed, like they had any other choice. Puck was the leader now and none of them had any oppositions to it. He was the best man for the job and for once everyone trusted him.
Quinn made her way over to the back, grabbing a few bottles of water and stuffing them in her bag, her gun still in one hand just in case. 'I'll find you, Berry. I promise.' She kept these words in her head. "You'll be safe with me." She sound, this time under her breath. "I'll find you."