Dealing with the Aftermath.

A/N: Small first chapter to get me back into the swing of things! Zombiefic! Will be Quinn and Rachel centric, T now but rating will change and if you would, reviews would be nice :) Lets get this started! Short but i'm working on the long stuff!

Chapter 1-Running

Running.

Her feet pound against the sidewalk as she tries to get away, not exactly the thing Rachel saw herself doing this morning. I should be on the elliptical, mentally preparing myself for the tortures of the school day. But now she's getting another form of exercise as the creature gets closer and closer to her frantic form, scrambling across the blacktop. Rachel ignores the noise of its laboured breathing and tries not to think about who it used to resemble.

She absentmindedly thinks that she is unnaturally calm about the whole course of events but you really don't have much time to think or process when your running for your life. But then again I always was a little psychic.


It began a few weeks ago.

Some students at school had began to fall sick, and a lot of them didn't come back. Rumours ranged from a mutant mono outbreak to the ridiculous notion of chemical warfare.

Your Daddy had mentioned the large influx of patients at the hospital that had him pulling almost 48 hour shifts, people collapsing in corridors with strange wounds that looked like they were decomposing. It was all very unnerving and with the impending threat of Nationals it had been correctly pushed to the back of your mind.

All until it was a member of the glee club, Tina had recently gotten the 'sickness' as it was named. She was missing for a days and to be fair only you and Micheal had noticed the former Goths absence. But it turned into a week and then two, during those few weeks 60% of Ohio's entire population had succumbed to the infectious 'sickness'.

People were angry that the government weren't doing anything. Until the news spread that it was affecting the USA as a whole and it was only a matter of time before it had spread world wide.

In the midst of the panic, the first person died. Tina Cohen-Chang, 17 years old, high-school senior and hounered member of the glee club.

After the Tina the death toll rose, and it only got higher and higher. People were walking around with masks covering their face, holding mass funerals and trying to act like this wasn't happening.

But as Rachel slept in her bed the bad times truly began.


Ethan Walters a 45 year old school teacher, happily married with 3 children 1 recently deceased. Woke up to the screams of joy from his 2 youngest children, James had come home! James had come back from Heaven. James was alive.

And after the screams of joy came the curdled ones of terror. James had come back alright but he wasn't alive.


The large and chained up doors of McKinley High loom into view and you could almost cry with relief. You scream, scream at the top of your powerful lungs and hope to Moses that whoever locked the doors would let you in.

In your haste to get to the school another 5 or 6 creatures had joined the chase. Their half dead bodys dragged across the black top and staggered forward in the hope for blood and flesh. Your heartbeat is in your ears and almost drowns out the whispered shout, but you turn your body towards the parking lot and force your lagging limbs to carry you there.

"OVER HERE YOU STUPID ZOMBIE FUCKERS!" Come a cry from the wall opposite you, it sounds a lot like Noah Puckerman and you cant help but grin when the obvious distraction technique has the creatures, or zombies as he called them, spinning around in their tracks and falling over themselves with the promise of new flesh.

As you cross the parking lot you trip, your left foot catching itself on a stray rock and sending you hurtling face first into the tarmac.

Pain rampages through you head, your vision swims and for one fleeting second you think that its all over. That the figure running towards you is one of the zombies and that soon you would be eaten and this whole nightmare would be over. Then everything goes black.

Apocalypse- 1, Rachel- 0.


Cookies for those that go this far :L Not that it was a long distance to go :)