If The World Is Ending, I'm Throwing The Party

A few months ago I decided to take a shot at some pos-apocalyptic Brittana AU fic but it really wasn't going as I wanted. I decided to let the idea cook itself in my head for a bit and tonight I thought it was about time I gave it another try. I hope you enjoy it.

The title is from this old Cobra Starship song called Guilty Pleasure and the title from the chapter comes from The Killers' song. Tell me what you think about this first chapter, if I should have a go with it.

I obviously don't own any of the characters and blah.

Chapter 1 - The Runaways

So I'm inside this van, I have a bag over my head and I'm trying to figure out how've gotten in this sticky situation. And by sticky I mean I'm covered in red ink except for my head. As soon as they put this over my head, they showered me with ink.

I really don't understand a thing.

But let's start from the beginning, how rude of me to bother you with my problems without introducing myself. My name is Santana Lopez and until 2 hours ago I was a leader of a small bunch of young adults trying to survive after the end of the world.

We called ourselves The New Directions, I didn't like it but Will insisted that, since he is the oldest of all of us, he should pick the name. But don't be fooled, I am the leader of all of them, unofficially of course but like I said, I'm Santana Lopez and I always gets what I wants.

So we were preparing a raid to this old abandoned building, some of our trackers had gone there two days ago and we found a storage facility in the basement. They had thousands of canned goods and it was apparently like that Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory of that story the ladies in the orphanage used to read to me.

Our food was ending, it was not like we had a choice, we either starve to death or take a chance. The next town is miles away and we don't have any money available to spend on food for everybody, we need it to get ammunition.

If you had asked me, I would have told you getting 6 people on this mission was suicide. But obviously Will got greedy. I would have left the hobbit at home with Finn. But no, they we had all to come. Puck, Will, Emma, Rachel, Finn and me made our way here with very little ammo. The idea was to have all the free hands we could so we didn't have to worry about food for a while. I had a bad feeling but Puck said it was only his smell. He hasn't showered in a bit, not because we didn't cross paths with water but because he says it makes him feel more badass.

We were careful, I swear we were. There was no military in sight for half a mile, we were tracking their radio transmissions. So who are this people? I got caught with Finn, that's how lucky I am. I tripped over his gigantic feet and all I remember is feeling some strong hands crushing me to the ground and putting the bag over my head and feeling the paint being all sprayed on my clothes.

They didn't speak a word so far, I have no idea if they are men, women, army or civilian group like us. I don't know if they got the others or where they are taking us.

I'm in the black, which would be ironic if I wasn't blindfolded.

When I was 18 I was obliged to leave the orphanage and if you don't count that moment when I was left on the street with a few clothes and books and no address to call home, I'd say this is as lost as I've ever been.

I can hear distinctively two patterns of breathing on the front seats of this van, besides Finn's almost snort. I can feel by the small bumps and sounds that the texture of the road has changed. We left the debris of the town and we are now on asphalt, I imagine we are leaving the town when it makes a turn towards the deserted field. Everything is rockier, we jump on our positions finding no way to be comfortable while being handcuffed and tied down.

The van finally stops and I hear the front doors opening and closing. They are coming, this is it. Oh what to do? What to do? I think Finn is knocked out, he would have grunted something by now.

Shit, shit. I'm alone in this. As I've been all my life since my parents died in that goddamn car accident two years before the world as we know it ended.

I got lucky in my Lima orphanage, I lived in a small bubble apart from the world for 16 years. After I left, 4 years ago it's been a bumpy ride. Not a fun one but it was okay, I have a survivor DNA. I managed to be okay until I found Will's bunch. I should have left as soon as I bumped into them but they had weapons and Rachel, annoying as she can be, does have a nice voice. I guess I built a home with them. It's sad that it's all over now, I hope Emma didn't get hurt…she's so tiny.

I hear the rear doors opening and a rough voice saying "out".

I scramble my best with my hands tied until the edge of the van and feel the cool air of the night and the smells of the field we were in. I can't hear cars, we must be really far from the road. I do hear talk and music to my left, must be some sort of headquarters.

I feel those strong hands again raising me, locking with my upper hand. The man of the rough voice is picking up Finn who is finally making noises but, by the man's huff, he must have had to pick him up.

"Careful" he says to whoever is picking me up. "The small one is really feisty. Take them to the barn, the boss said she wants to see them straight away."

I miss a step and almost fall on my chin if it wasn't for those arms. Suddenly the cool light breeze stops and I realize I'm indoors, it smells of hay and I hear dog barks echoing inside. They are feeding us to the dogs, I panic before calming myself down, nobody would bother keeping us alive if we were only dog food.

I feel those hands on my shoulders and the strongly push me down, my knees betray me and I collapse. I fell on a bench and those hands help me steady myself. I feel the person circling around me pausing straight in front of me, I hear the feet shuffle and I guess this is it.

I lower my head inside the bag, I really can't believe my life is ending like this. I haven't done anything relevant. I haven't done anything but stealing food and sharing a tune with Rachel. On the books they let me keep when I left, life is so much fuller. It makes so much more sense. I read them over and over again. A few lines every night. They are so worn out. I know Puck really wanted to read 1986 since I told him it was about a future gone wrong, a bit like ours. I hope he is alive to have it now.

Before I can keep making my mental testimony they take the bag out of my head and the light in the barn is suddenly too much. I'm blind like someone who looks directly to the sun.

I blink a few times trying to get my vision back and I begin to slowly see the outline of the person. It's wearing ragged, well worn clothes. The boots are military, the pants are missing a few patches along the legs. The person is crouching in front of me, I begin filling the other gaps on my sight. A woman, pause. Blonde hair, pause. The most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen.

"Welcome to The Runaways. I'm Brittany, you?"