This is the first fic I publish on FanFicton. In short, it is simply about the Glee kids surviving the Zombie Apocalypse, and it is mostly a Faberry fic. Due to the fact that I am trying to be somewhat canon, it will also contain Finchel, consider yourselves warned. Also, this is a semi Brittana fic.
"The disease has struck Missouri as well now, and several streets were already reported to be infested with the living-dead. As for the cure, the scientists report to have no progress in the matter, and the police departments all over the states recommend the citizens to remain inside their homes." Quinn folded the newspaper and threw it on the small table next to her, letting out a short, frustrated sigh. She was tired of sitting in her living room every day, she was tired of waiting for something to happen, and she was tired of worrying so much. As if it wasn't enough that all of her plans about Yale were ruined by the ongoing zombie apocalypse, she was also worried about her friends. She was worried about Brittany and Santana, though she had the feeling that Santana would protect Brittany no matter what, she was worried about Mercedes and Sam, Puck who seems to have vanished, and Rachel, who was already in New York when the entire mayhem began.
"Quinnie, has the police given another order yet?" Quinn's mother's soothing voice only annoyed Quinn, and added to her subtle anxiety. Quinn shook her head, muttering a silent 'no' as she stood up and walked towards the kitchen, not being able to stand the look in her mother's eyes anymore. Food was hard to come by these days, and the Fabrays have adopted a meager diet. Quinn didn't mind it though; she has already been on a few much harder and crueler diets before. Noticing that there's barely any food left, she decided it was her turn to go shopping, even though she went last time - which was a month ago, when the infection has only begun, and you'd see a group of people hunting down an infested zombie every now and then. Things were different now, very different.
"I'm going out," She declared. Knowing that Judy will ask about a dozen of questions that will only slow her down and bring no use, she stopped got ready to go outside and explained herself. "To buy some food and groceries, if you happened not to notice yet, we ran out of anything edible." She didn't mean to sound so cold, but she knew that the only way to get her mother back to her senses is to take control and let her have her time to get used to the painfully surreal situation. In the meantime, she was already wearing a warm coat and wielding a small gun, yet her mother seemed to be frozen. After a few seconds wasted in vain waiting for her mother to respond, she unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped out to the cold winter streets for the first time in a month.
The wind crashed against Quinn's face like a bat with nails hammered onto it, and it took her a few seconds to get used to the little bit of sunlight that managed to get through the heavy clouds above the city. The sensation was fierce, yet somewhat gladdening, knowing that at least something stayed the same. The streets, however, were hard to recognize. There was trash everywhere, bits of paper blown away by the wind, newspapers and plastic bags, but what made the scene feel even more like a foreign place, was the amount of dead bodies and body parts lying all around, and the stench of death, that seemed to touch everything leaving out no exceptions.
Quinn tightened her grip on the gun she carried, even though there were no zombies anywhere near her house. The zombies, slowly becoming more and more ambitious, have decided to look for pray in other places, since all of the living and healthy people in Lima were told to stay at their homes. She started walking, her body slightly shivering due to the cold wind, and kept her eyes wide open, ready to pull the trigger at any zombie that might've been left behind. The city looked different, empty, and dead. Walking down the streets that used to be so busy with people and traffic, and seeing only abandoned cars and bodies to step over made the way feel much lonelier. Memories flooded her mind, reminding her of the times Brittany, Santana and her used to go to the grocery store together, mainly to pull pranks on the ones working there.
Reaching the store, the first thing that Quinn noticed was the sign, once glorious and lit up by neon lights, now broken and rusty laying on the ground right in front of the entrance. Quinn made her way around the obstacle, trying to be as silent as she could in case that there's a zombie nearby. Fidgeting with the lock a little bit with a hairpin she brought with her opened the rusty excuse for a lock, and she opened the door slightly, so there'll be just about enough space for her to slither into the store.
The inside of the store wasn't too much of a sight, a lot like the rest of the city. She walked through the store, most of the shelves were empty, until she reached a petite snack section. She crouched to get a better look at the snack stand. There were a few chocolate bars, and a pink lollipop. Pink, she thought to herself, Rachel likes pink. Shaken out of her thoughts by a zombie that ran towards her in a total frenzy and lust for flesh, she grabbed the lollipop and stood up again. She aimed at the zombie, letting what's left of her time as a skank do its thing, and shot the zombie in the head, shooting it again a single time once its body hit the floor. I guess that being a train wreck for a while has its perks, she thought, and approached the zombie's body.
She recognized him. He was once an impressive tall man with short, black hair. Not that much of what he was before was left. He wasn't as dashing now; he was mostly only skin and bones, well, mostly bones. The sight sent shivers down Quinn's spine, and she had to force herself to look for anything useful in his clothes. She only found a pack of cigarettes, which she thought to be a good thing to use in order to distract the zombies and to give her a few seconds to figure out what to do, and a lighter. She sighed, standing up again and looking around for more food. Seems like there were other survivors, if to judge by the amount of food stolen from the shop. It made Quinn feel safer, like she wasn't facing the apocalypse alone.
She took a few potatoes that she found, doubting if there's really anything that she could do with them as there was more mold than actual potatoes, and a bottle of wine she managed to spot between the knocked over shelves. A fine catch in the eyes of anyone who had to starve for a few weeks. On her way out, Quinn sensed something, a vibrating sensation, as if the ground was shaking. Or perhaps, not shaking, but trembling under the weight of hundreds of legs stomping on the ground in a certain pattern. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder, the sight in front of her eyes confirming her sensation.
An entire minion of undead was walking down the street, they were horrible. Murmuring, groaning and roaring, limping and intimidating, they made Quinn's heart race, and the blood to run out of her face. A few were too quick for her to walk away safely; they looked strong, solid, fresh meat. And so, having no other choice, she ran.
The zombies, immediately noticing her, started chasing her down. They were hungry for meat, and Quinn was probably the first living human being they've seen in a while. She didn't stop, she couldn't, but when she was about to make the turn that would lead her to her house, she discovered that it was infested with zombies as well.
"Mom!" she yelled without thinking. It was too late. She spotted a few zombies entering her house, they were what she called 'fresh meat', strong, hungry, mad. She put all of her mental strength to resist her instincts and to stop herself from running into her house, knowing deep inside that she didn't stand a chance, and that seeing her mom dead, or infected will only hurt more. So she ran away.
She let her legs carry her, throwing the bottle of wine she picked up earlier away, letting it smash against the floor, hoping it would slow the zombies down. Nothing hurt more than the thought of her mother becoming one of the zombies, not the cold wind bashing against her entire body, not even the small pieces of glass from the bottle she threw on the floor that found a way to get under her skin and cut through her flesh. Wishing that perhaps she'll find piece in the place where her legs were taking her too, she simply ran.
"Sit down Quinn. Now, tell me what happened, is why is your leg covered in blood?" Mercedes' voice, as serious and assertive as it was, sounded a lot more soothing to Quinn then her mother's voice. Her mother's fate now cutting through her consciousness, there was no way for Quinn to stop the tears. Mercedes hugged her, understanding that there was a good reason for Quinn to show up at her doorstep a few minutes before a massive wave of zombies passed by, almost seeking for her. "I'm sorry Quinn. We don't have to talk, I totally understand," She said.
"I heard her. I heard her screaming when they finally reached her." Was all that Quinn was able to mutter before she was crying too hard to even say a word.
The next few days Quinn refused to talk, she refused to eat and to do anything. She just sat alone, staring into the blank space. Mercedes could only imagine how hard it was for her, after being rejected by her own father, her mother was gone, dead. She didn't pressure Quinn to do anything. She knew that the best way to deal with this kind of things is to just let it go, and let time do its thing. Yet Quinn grew thinner in front of her eyes every day, she grew weaker, and empty space in her heart grew bigger. She felt bad for her friend, who was more like her then any of the other members of the Glee Club.
It reminded her of the time that Mercedes got into the cheerios, and had to lose twenty pounds for the performance the cheerios held to impress the inspector. She remembered how she passed out because she wasn't eating enough, and how of all people, Quinn was the one to tell her to stop doing what she did to herself. She took one of the snacks that Quinn brought with her and handed it over to Quinn. She didn't react at all; she kept sitting in her place, looking into the air, as if she was looking at a far away place.
"Okay. Quinn, stop acting like you're the one that's a walking dead now, and focus on the fact that you're not alone, and that you've got a reason to stay alive." The words she said, as fierce and as true as they were, weren't enough to make Quinn snap out of her thoughts. And so it went on, Mercedes had to force Quinn to eat, but Quinn was still somewhere deep inside her own little world.
"Quinn? Quinn is that you? It's me, Rachel." It took Quinn a few seconds to remember. Rachel. She liked Rachel. "Quinn, can you hear me?" No, she didn't like Rachel; she loved her. Rachel's voice forced Quinn to focus. She held the phone and pulled it closer to her ears from Mercedes' hands. She took a deep breath before answering.
"Yeah, Rachel, I can hear you, I'm right here." Her voice was raspy, but happy.
"I wanted to tell you the news myself. We're all meeting up at McKinley tomorrow at five in the morning. I heard that the place was clear, and obviously it is time to reunite the Glee Club. Will you come, with Mercedes?" Rachel's voice was almost pleading at the last sentence, like she really doubted if Quinn would come.
"Of course I'll come! No problem, Rachel. 5 A.M. sounds perfect."
"Good! See you there then. A-and Quinn? I missed you," Quinn's heart skipped a beat, "Finn and I missed you a lot."
Quinn's heart dropped and she hardly found the will to reply. "I missed you guys too." But her voice sounded stiffer, colder, like it always did when she had to say something she didn't really mean. She hung up the phone, putting it aside and letting out a sigh; Rachel was with Finn.
"Uhh, Hello! Planet earth to Quinn, aren't you happy?" Mercedes asked, waving her hands around and staring at Quinn.
"Yeah, of course I'm happy." She muttered, her voice still cold, like she forced the words to come out of her mouth. She looked up at Mercedes and forced herself to put a smile on her face, as she didn't really have a choice but to pretend that she was thrilled about meeting Finn again.
I will gladly accept reviews, just keep the fact that English is not my native language, so please play nice. I would also like a Beta reader to go over the chapters before I publish them. I know this chapter is rather short, It's more of a pilot than an actual chapter in my opinion. Thank you for reading!