Disclaimer: I do not own glee or any of its characters.
A/N: Hi y'all. I decided to do a glee zombie fic this time. I read some great fics but sadly none of them were completed so I'm trying my hand at it. Hopefully, I can bring this fic where I want to go. This is Pre-baby gate so Quinn is still with Finn but is cheating on him with Santana and Brittany.
Rachel never got together with him. Puck is well puck and there is no klaine since Kurt never transferred to Dalton. Brittany and Santana are together but there was never Bartie (I don't really understand that pairing). Tina broke up with artie and is now with mike. Starts from fabrittana but eventually becomes faberrittana. Hope that this is not that confusing!
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Rachel berry was exercising on her elliptical machine humming along with the songs in her iPod, when her phone rang abruptly. Wiping the sweat with a pink towel, she stepped off the machine and walked to the source of the shrill noise.
"Hello? Daddy?" Rachel answered the phone worriedly when she saw Leroy's name flash across the screen. Leroy Berry was a doctor at Lima General Hospital and was often absent from home when the hospital was understaffed. He was a sweet man who Rachel was proud to call her father. Her other dad, Hiram Berry, was a lawyer who traveled for his work regularly. He recently came home after a two week long trip from California for some business. When she had woken up this morning, her daddy were nowhere to be found so she assumed that Leroy had gotten an emergency call and rushed to the hospital. Hiram was strangely absent as well but she didn't dwell on it. He was after all, an adult.
"Sweetie is that you?" Leroy said hurriedly, his voice strangely pitched. Rachel made a noise of acknowledgement, "Listen carefully-y okay?" He suddenly gasped and screams could be heard in the background, which chilled the diva to the bone and made her tighten her grip on her pink, bedazzled phone.
"Your dad was wheeled into the ICU a couple of minutes ago, he was bleeding out from a wound on his arm-" She gasped and felt tears prickling her eyes but didn't interrupt, "H-Human bite marks Rachela. The bite tore off most of his left bicep-p but your dad managed to knock his attacker down."
Leroy took in a deep breath as the screaming in the background became louder. "The guy that attacked your dad was wheeled in with him also, and when I hooked him to the machine, he was struggling against the straps…even though there wasn't a heartbeat." Rachel fell to the floor, her tears now flowing freely as the implications of that sentence hit her like a dump truck. The feeling of helplessness was frightening, when she realized that the impossible had happened. "D-Daddy… you m-mean?" On the other end of the line, Leroy sighed deeply and when he spoke again, she could hear the tears in voice. The screaming in the background was horribly loud now, and she could also hear the fear dripping off it.
"I know it sounds ridiculous honey, but I saw it with my own eyes. Now the ICU is filled with those-" He let out a shrill cry and there was a loud crash before the phone call disconnected.
Rachel sank into her bedroom floor, sobbing loudly when she realized that her dads would never ever step through the threshold of the house again, with bright sunny smiles and a warm hug for her. She lay on her fur rug, sobbing softly. The silence of the Berry house never seemed so loud until this moment.
The old Rachel Barbara Berry died that day.
But the new Rachel Berry was determined to survive.
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She tugged her khaki pants, trying to get used to the feel of the material on her skin. Wearing a skirt during a zombie apocalypse would be an extremely stupid thing to do. She didn't want to survive a zombie attack only to die from an infection or the flu. A good long sleeved shirt was also important, she decided. After stuffing all of the clothing she deemed appropriate for survival into a large bag, she had dragged the bag down and set it by the entrance to the living room. She would get all the canned food and water bottles later.
The girl went into her dads- Leroy and Hiram's bedroom and grabbed the shotgun hanging off the bedroom wall. She was never before so thankful for paranoid ridden gay men in a homophobic town. She slung the heavy gun over her back and tucked all the boxes of ammo she could find into her black backpack. On her left hand was a sleek, silver aluminum baseball bat and there was a large kitchen knife (covered carefully of course) strapped to her waist for emergencies. She grumbled softly. "I feel I'm in a cheap horror movie."
Throwing once last look at her bedroom, she headed down the steps went into the kitchen to grab her supplies.
Half-hour later, Rachel made sure all her bags were in the fuel efficient Prius before strapping herself into the driver seat. At least my destination is still getting out of Lima. Hopefully there have some better accommodations outside of this rinky dink town. She joked to herself as she observed her map. Her neighborhood was fairly quiet, and Rachel hadn't seen a zombie in sight. She was reassured that she was not dreaming however, when she turned on the news to see anchorman solemnly warning everyone to stay in their homes as 'mentally deranged flesh eaters' were on the loose. She snorted. Even in times of crisis the media still loved to make up bullshit stories.
The hospital would have been overrun by now, so Rachel decided to head in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, she would have to pass William McKinley High School, the bane of her existence up until…well this morning. She knew nobody in the Glee club liked her, with the exception of Kurt of course. After the bullying incident, Kurt Hummel was more than happy to accept her offer of friendship and she was proud to say that they had gotten along beautifully (when they both turned down the divaness) and that she was partly the reason why he refused to transfer to Dalton. He didn't want to leave his new friend alone, which was extremely sweet of him. Rachel had rewarded him with a batch of her famous vegan cookies.
She sighed. It wasn't like she had a choice. It was either getting the hell out of Lima or hiding out somewhere in the town for a few days while she gathered more supplies. As of now, she had enough for her to survive another week but if she picked up Kurt or god forbid one of the glee clubbers; they would have a serious problem of food shortage on her hands. Not to mention if she did get out of Lima, there wouldn't be another town for several miles. Gas was another problem entirely. Rachel heaved another sigh. It was just one problem after another.
I should probably set up camp somewhere near the less populated parts of town; the diva mused and decided that staying at the richer parts of town would be for the best. They would have a lot more supplies than ordinary folks anyway. She started up her Prius and drove away from house. It wasn't her home anymore. Not without her family.
She drove for several minutes, riding through the denser part of town and she watched in horror as people scrambled to get away from their zombified neighbours. When she looked to her left, she could see a couple tripping over themselves to get away from their undead child while a elderly man got ripped into a bloody mess by his dead wife. Rachel shook her head. It was already starting to look like hell. Just then, a large figure darted in front her path and she screamed and swerved away. The car ended up squashing a few zombies against the pavement, their moaning filling the air. Winding her window down angrily, she nearly threw up when the putrid smell of blood and guts entered her nose. "What the fuck watch where you're fucking going!" Rachel yelled angrily, not even caring that she had swear words shooting out of her mouth a mile a minute. Hey, it was the end of the world. She doubted that her swearing would bother anybody at this point. "Holy shit Berry?" She did a double take when she saw the instigator of her near accident. "David?" She screeched in shock.
The jock ran over to her car and scrambled into the backseat before locking the doors. Dave Karofosky ran a pale hand over his sweaty forehead, his letterman jacket stained with dirt and blood. "Drive bitch drive!" he yelled and she floored it and sped away from the street which was now filled with flesh eating corpses. Dave sank into her backseat in relief and jumped when Rachel started talking loudly. "Please refrain from calling me any derogatory female names David, because I have no qualms about shoving your neanderthal ass out of my car and onto the zombie infested street." She told him sharply and swerved into another street which led to the snazzier part of town. "Especially since you were one of the people that slushied and bullied me daily."
The boy in question scoffed at her words but promptly shut up when the girl turned to him with an expression that promised to toss his bloodied ass out of the car and leave him to his death. Dave cleared his throat and shrank when Rachel shot him another glare. "I know you hate me Berry and I sorta hate you too-" He nearly shrieked in terror when she did another dangerous turn trying to avoid smashing into a zombie wandering on the road. "But I don't wanna die so I'll try not to insult you…too much."
"Actually, I'm quite surprised that you being extremely calm and reasonable right now David."
"Yeah…well I nearly became zombie chow on the way to football practice. It sorta made me a little smarter."
"I agree wholeheartedly. In fact I was questioning your level of intelligence when you called Kurt a fag since it was fairly obvious that you were also g-"
"Don't push it berry."
"I'm shutting up now."
The drive was continued in silence, except for her soft humming of the funeral march which he found oddly fitting.
