Title: Running Far, It's The Only Way We'll Save Us
Rating: T
Characters: Brittany Pierce, Tina Cohen-Chang, Santana Lopez, Mike Chang, Noah Puckerman, Sarah Puckerman, Quinn Fabray, Judy Fabray, Ensemble
Pairings: Puck/Kurt pre-slash, Brittany/Santana, minor Tina/Mike pre-het,
Genre: Horror
Disclaimer: I don't own.
A/N: I will finish this, I promise. If I don't send me many angry messages. Reviews are love. Title is from Remake Me & You by Diana Vickers.
Summary: You're still gone, maybe I should look for you. Hiding corners, baby I should be there too. Running far, it's the only way we'll save us. It's who we are, we'll see where it takes us. When zombies come, some will survive. Some won't. It's all too much. Things that would never happen normally, happen.
Brittany is a big fan of horror films, so when a torn, bloody face with staring eyes is the first thing she see's when she wakes, she knows what it is.
Zombies.
The kettle clicks and Tina pours the boiling water into her mug, and stirs it absently as she feels her way through the mess on the kitchen table for the tv remote. She grasps it and flicks it on. Good Morning, Ohio is the first show she lands on, and she is about to flick to another channel when she hears the word zombies.
Then a single scream comes from down the street.
Kurt's been up for two hours now - he's a morning person. And he's running for his life, towards his car, yards away from the front door. He gets in, and shuts the doors sharply, locking it and turning on the radio.
"A strange outbreak of disease has broken out in Ohio and surrounding states. Researchers think it stemmed from a parasite" - BAM.
A zombie has just smashed it's face against the car door. Kurt moans - it's not the zombie he is worried about, but when the zombie steps back bits of greenish skin are left from the window.
It's time to go.
Santana has this shit down. Brittany forced her to watch so many zombie movies, she knew exactly what to do, and what not. Brittany. She pulls out her phone and starts dialling Brittany, from her safe place, her garden shed. She thinks back over the past hour.
She wakes - her alarm is the radio. Santana Lopez is always the first with the news and that shouldn't change just because she is asleep.
Jangly music - it's the Ohio 102.5 news music. The presenter is not the usual, she notes.
This is Tracey Eames, good morning. Zombies. They are in the hood, according to many terrified texts and calls we have been receiving since before the shows even started. The cause of the outbreak is yet unknown but researchers think it stemmed from a parasite called toxoplasmosa gondii. The bug infects rats but can only breed inside the intestines of a cat. The parasite technically infects a rats brain and makes the rat approach cats, where it gets eaten. You might be thinking, this is rats we are talking about, though. Unfortunately, half the human population on Earth is infected with toxoplasmosa. Studies have shown that the infected have changes in personality. Humans and rats genetically aren't very different. In case you are wondering why this outbreak hasn't happened earlier;
As a result of a grievous human error in a laboratory in Ohio, an evolved form of the parasite, one that can affect humans, was created.
Mike is light on his feet - a talent he is proud of. It's really coming in use too, since he's moving so fast he is almost doing a dance - it reminds him of the dance his crew did to Telephone, in a sick horrible way. Except when they were dancing, it wasn't dodging around the undead, with their staring eyes and bloody skin. He spins around a couple still holding hands, and with a jolt, he realises they are Peggy, the pretty Irish girl and Tim her fiancé, who live 3 flats below him. His only weapon is the tall yellow lamp his mother loved so much. It wasn't really a weapon, but it was long and sharp, so he didn't have to touch the disgusting people. He glanced behind him, searching for an Asian with blonde hair carrying his baseball bat - his sister.
Take the baseball bat, I'll be okay.
Puck is such a badass (nerd, his sister had scoffed,) that he had a Zombie Survival Kit. It contained two baseball bats, metal water bottles, dehydrated food, a raincoat, running shoes and a torch, all shoved in a rucksack. Sarah wasn't complaining now, he thought bitterly - the kit was already helping them. When he had woken to a crash and Sarah's shriek, he had assumed there was a bat in her room again. Damn girls, he had thought, rolling over. That was before Sarah had ran into his room, mouthing zombies over and over again.
Mom's a zombie now. And there's more outside.
Puck was up in an instant - this was too cool! He wasn't so sure though when he saw two undead outside his window. Leaping away, he had grabbed jeans and top, the bars of chocolate off his night table, and opened his wardrobe. There was a canvas rucksack inside, which he grabbed, and two baseball bats. He handed one to Sarah, who gripped it like an inhaler. "Anything you need?" he asks, breathlessly.
"Inhaler and jacket," she replies, creeping into the hall, bat raised. He follows cautiously. Mom's not there. She quickly gets the items she needs and the two head to the kitchen, grabbing all the food they see before slipping out the back door. Straight into a zombie. Puck shrieks like a girl. Sarah hits it hard and it falls to the ground. She had pulled a pair of sunglasses from her pocket and slipped them on like a pro. Dammit, his little sister was more badass than him.
"Puck? PUCK!" Sarah yelled, breaking into his moping. "Listen to me. I'm going to sneak in the car first. Give us the keys."
Puck looked at her blankly. Keys...?
Oh shit.
"Quinn, honey, wake up."
Quinn groans, hearing her mothers soft voice.
"Quinn? Quinnie? Get up please. Quickly. Please." Her mother sounds desperate, so Quinn slowly opens her eyes. The first thing she see's is her mother, dressed in a black tracksuit, with runners, hair tied back, no jewels, and wearing a ruck sack. What even?
"Good, get up quick. We have a slight problem. Put these on," she rushes, throwing a track suit at her. "Pack a bag - a rucksack, with any food in your room, a rain coat, money, anything for survival."
Quinn blinks, unsure. "Mom, is this a joke?"
"No honey. Keep calm now... But zombies have descended upon us. Lord bless us and save us!" She blesses herself and her face changes. "Now come on, and slip that on. I'll pack more water and food." Her once beautiful mom slips out of the room. Quinn corrects herself - she is still beautiful. Just different. Feeling that she better get a move on, even though she still doesn't have a clue what her mother meant - zombies? Really? She flicks on her radio while she changes, tying her hair up and packing her bag. Words flitter around the room - zombies, parasite, undead, toxoplasmosa - what in the good Lord's name does that mean?
She's ready and scans her room one last time. Had her mother reckoned for weapons?- if this thing was actually really, which it wasn't. Still, best be prepared, she thinks, slipping her tennis racket in her rucksack, and Coach Sylvester's personal brand of dumbells in one hand. It pleases her to know she is holding 11 pounds in one hand. Then, checking her keys and phone are in her pocket, she leaves the room to find her mom. She is in the kitchen, haphazardly throwing food and waterbottles in another bag - how many bags does she plan to bring?
"Quinn." Her mother pauses for a second, wiping a strand of hair from her forehead.
"Mom, what weapons do you have?"
"Your fathers shot gun. He left it behind."
Just then, a shot was fired. Next door, actually.