A/N: Ok. I'm writing this because I am in the middle of the worst writer's block I've ever experienced. This though, well, it's coming. I hope it's good, but I can't guarantee that everything is completely in character. I'm trying. A few people inspired me to write this, so here's to them... they know who they are. Also, hopefully, if they are ooc, I hope as I continue to write it will get better. I don't know where I'm going with romances yet. I have not decided who will be paired with whom.

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Buffy Summers always knew she'd be present for the end of the world. Hell, she'd already been there for roll call for at least twelve 'end of the worlds', what was one more? Still, she had to admit, she'd thought that it would be some type of vampire menace, or something equivalent to the First that would really end everything. She could honestly say, and maybe it was because she just wasn't imaginative enough, that she'd never in a million years thought it would be zombies.

"You do realize they are not technically zombies, Buffy," Giles informed her for the fifth time… or quite possibly the fiftieth.

"Uh huh," she responded with a heavy scowl on her face, most of her attention still trained on the mass of… creatures, climbing all over each other trying to get through the tall and sturdy wrought iron gate. Occasionally she could see one's head whip around and take a snap at another, ripping a chunk of flesh from a still moving body.

"That has got to be one of the most disgusting things I have ever seen," Dawn muttered from Buffy's right. Currently the group was on the roof of the hotel they'd been rehabbing for the New Watcher's Council when the world had gone to shit. "Even grosser than when Giles was turning into the Fyarl."

"Grosser than the Puccatesh?" Willow asked from Dawn's other side completely ignoring the sound Giles was making in the back of his throat at being reminded of his short time as a goo dripping demon.

Now everyone was silent. "Okay, no," Dawn admitted, and everyone had to agree. "But that Pucca was like, a one time thing ever, and I have a very bad feeling we're going to be seeing the zombies for a while."

A shot rang out, one of the zombies dropping as gray matter flew out the exit wound in the back of its skull. "Fatality! I ain't never been so glad that slayers got the skills with the weapons," Faith grinned as she set up to take another shot. "You should come take a few shots, B; that'll for sure cheer ya up!"

Xander nodded. "She's probably right, Buff. Go ahead; put a few of 'em out of our misery."

She didn't argue, just walked over to where her brunette sister slayer had set up a few lawn chairs and a cooler of beer and started playing her own live version of Resident Evil, or some other zombie shooter game. Faith handed off the scoped rifle, and popped the top off of one of her bottles of beer. Buffy lined up the sight quickly, took aim and shot what used to be a UPS driver right between the eyes. Lowering the rifle she threw a quick look at Faith. They were right, that did feel good. "Hand me a beer."

Faith cackled. "Hot damn, that's what I'm talkin' about!"

Giles simply rolled his eyes. "Really, shouldn't we be doing something other than sitting on the roof and partaking in alcoholic beverages?"

Buffy looked at her Watcher for a silent moment before responding, "We are doing something. We're waiting for Sam, Dean, Riley and Graham to get back. Then we're going to determine where our next target is… Until then, I'm going to drink this beer and shoot those gods-damned zombies."

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Rachel Berry felt like sobbing, but she didn't. She might have when this whole thing began, but there hadn't been time, and now it seemed everyone was crying, and Rachel Berry wasn't everyone so she certainly wasn't going to cry like them.

New Directions had been on the Greyhound bus returning from Regionals when they saw their first zombie. They'd come in first place, barely edging out Vocal Adrenaline, and, forgive the pun, were flying high on the adrenaline of their win. Then they'd seen the accident right next to them. A balding man in a shiny red Mustang ran a stop sign, and a young guy in a Hyundai sideswiped him. Both men had gotten out of their vehicles and were screaming at each other, when out of nowhere this woman came running up out of no where and launched herself onto the balding man. She'd been wearing ripped clothing; what once might have been a night black business suit, and she was covered in blood. She'd bitten the man as soon as she landed on him… she'd just bitten him on the back of his shoulder like that was perfectly normal. Santana and Ms. Pillsbury had started screaming right along with the man being bitten, and for a minute Rachel had thought that Mr. Schuester was going to get off the bus to try to help the man, but the boys, the football players of the Glee Club, were pushing forward and pushing Mr. Schue back in his seat. The woman had ridden the man to the ground, continuing to bite at him and using her hands to dig into his flesh. They'd heard shrieking, and seen even more people, could she even call them people? They'd seen more people that looked like the woman; ordinary people that looked as if while going about their day they'd been run through a blender and then slapped with rabies and fed raw meat. They were running at the cars held up by the accident; some pulling people out of their vehicles through the windows. Some of the creatures were heading towards the bus.

"Drive DAMN IT!" Puck had yelled. "Don't sit here fucking waiting for them to come lookin' for a snack!"

Mr. Schue hadn't even reprimanded Puck, and Ted, the bus driver, had driven. The bus had been eerily silent for about two minutes before almost everyone was trying to be heard. Mr. Schue was trying to calm Ms. Pillsbury down, and surprisingly Brittany and Quinn were trying to calm Santana down, and Kurt, Mercedes, Tina and Artie were quietly praying. Rachel had moved closer to the football players. It seemed like they were the ones making plans.

"We should go straight to the High School," she had blurted out as they'd argued on a destination. They'd looked at her, surprised she was there. "Think about it. There's space. We can lock it down. There's facilities for every necessity. From there we can try to contact our families."

Puck had nodded and then they all had. So Ted had turned the bus in the direction of the school. He'd only veered off direction slightly, which actually ended up going past Roosevelt Elementary. The after school bus, the bus that took the children to the daycare center had been surrounded by those zombie people. They'd managed to tip it onto its side, but in doing so they'd tipped it onto themselves. There had still beenl two trying to bust through the door which was facing up, and still closed. Even with their windows closed the teens on the Greyhound bus could hear the screaming and crying of the small children on the other bus.

Rachel's eyes had begun darting everywhere as soon as she'd seen the bus, and it hadn't taken long for her to find the metal handled broom at the back. She had gripped it tightly and moved forward with every intention of going to help those kids.

Puck was moving that way too, and was several steps in front of her. "Let me off the bus, Ted."

"I'm not opening those doors, kid."

"Open the fucking doors!"

"We have to get those kids off that bus," Rachel had demanded.

"Puck, what's…" Schue started.

"That's my sister's bus!" he managed to growl out. "Now, let. Me. Off. This. Fucking. Bus."

Rachel had jumped as Finn moved her to the side, taking the broom from her hands. "Rachel, sit down. You're not going out there," he told her gently. Puck's head had whipped around, his gaze meeting his former best friend's. For a moment it had looked like he would slam a fist into the other boy, but then he realized Finn wasn't there to cause problems. The look on Finn's face was pure determination. "Let's go get Sarah."

"Oh for fuck's sake," Ted snapped and reached under his seat pulling up a black metal sap, and thrusting it at Puck. "You'd better use this. Aim for their fuckin' heads. I figure ya knock anythin's head off it should stop it."

Puck had gripped the sap tightly, nodding at the man, and then the doors to the bus had opened for only a moment to let the two boys off. Quinn had started sobbing as both the father of her unborn child and the man she loved had left their relative safety. Rachel had watched not taking her eyes off of them. She had known if they needed help she was getting off the bus to help them.

"Jesus," Mr. Schue had whispered as both boys had proceeded to beat the two people trying to get into the children's bus into a bloody pulp. It didn't take long before they weren't even twitching. They'd barely put up a fight. Mike and Matt had also exited the bus and quickly rummaged through a crashed car and an idling minivan. They'd returned with two baseball bats and six golf clubs.

Puck and Finn had gotten the children out and onto the Greyhound while Mike and Matt kept watch with their newly acquired weapons. There were eleven children of them between the ages of four and ten, and they'd all been very frightened. The relief on Puck's face to see his little sister had been immediate.

Even though Rachel didn't count Puck as a friend, or she supposed he didn't count her as a friend, she'd approached the little girl to offer her help. Being one of the oldest on the bus, Sarah had tried to help the smaller children and had gotten vomit and urine on her clothing.

She'd found herself staring into the same hazel eyes that she'd stared into for that week of sweet grape kisses. Puck had looked both confused and surprised that Rachel offered to help his little sister clean up and change clothes. Since the little girl didn't have any clothes with her Rachel put her into the t-shirt they'd all gotten for going to Regionals. It had helped her… that time spent focusing on something other than what was happening outside of the bus. Better still she thought it had helped everyone else too.

They'd finished the trip to McKinley as calmly as possible.

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