A/N: Hello, my fellow Gleeks! This is a zombie Glee fanfic. Yes, I know. There's like a bunch of them out there. BUT! This one has a little twist to it. Our favorite Gleeks have powers or abilities! Yup! You've read it right Superpower & Supernatural!Glee. This is also AU, but the only thing that still happened was the birth of Beth and Furt being step-brothers. There will also be use of Military terms. I'm not very familiar of how it works so, please bare with me. And feel free to correct me if I get them wrong.

A/N 2: This is based off of a RP forum that I'm apart of, but I switched a lot of things around. This is femslash zombie fanfic. Meaning girl-on-girl action. Don't worry there will be hetero couples, too. This is rated 'M' for swearing and gore for now. There will be smut in later chapters. If you're not into femslash then there's a handy-dandy back button on your browser at the top left-hand corner Those who don't mind. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Glee. (Insert sad pouty face) If I did then I wouldn't be writing this, would I? And I also do not own the Matson company or any of the other mentioned items. Nor, do I own Cassandra Rizzo who belongs to DementedJedi. She was kind enough to let me use her OC in this. Thank you very much. I, however, own Maverick Cassidy, Shane Donovan and Mia-Camille Kingston.

It was chaos. Everywhere you looked some unfortunate soul was either being eaten alive by flesh eating monsters or said monsters being shot or bashed in the head. The people of Lima, Ohio were terrified. They were packing up what they needed to survive and leaving with their families. This infection just came out of nowhere. It all started when a sickly business man ambled into the only fancy restaurant Breadstix and attacked the elderly hostess. Things just got worse from there. Two zombies turned into eight then to seventeen to thirty and so on.

Unfortunately for a certain group of teens, their worlds were turned upside down. What should have been the greatest day in their lives...was turned into the worst day. Their graduation ceremony ended ten minutes ago, when a blood curdling scream rang out across McKinley High School's football field. Everyone on the field turned towards the scream, eyes landing on a group of zombies feasting on a family of five near the field's entrance.

All hell broke loose. Most of the graduates and their families were making a run for it to their cars, while the group, their families and a few teachers retreated to the choir room. Everyone in the room was too shocked to say a thing. It was dead quiet, the only thing that could be heard was the terrified screams going on outside.

"Guys, why were that group of people eating that family?" A teary blue-eyed blonde asked, clinging to a blonde with hazel eyes. That was the scariest thing she's ever seen in her life.

"Brittany, baby, those weren't people," The hazel-eyed blonde answered wiping the scared blondes tears away with her thumbs. "I have a feeling as to what those things are, though."

A Latina holding a tiny brunette in her arms locked eyes with the hazel-eyed girl, "Quinn, why do I get the feeling that I know what you're going to say?"

"Santana, those were real live zombies. Me, you, Mike and Puck talked about this happening when we saw our first zombie movie. Even when we were playing Left 4 Dead, Resident Evil and Dead Island on Xbox Live."

Everyone except, the tiny brunette and Brittany looked at the four teens skeptically. What did zombie movies and video games have to do with what was happening outside the choir room walls?

"I guess, it's really was a good thing to prepare for a zombie apocalypse, huh, guys?" Santana gave her three friends a small smile before frowning and glancing down at a now tearing Rachel Berry, "Tiny, are you okay?"

Rachel shook her head no then burrowed her face into Santana's chest staining the Latina's red graduation gown with hot tears.

"What is it, babe?"

"J-Jacob..." She sniffled, "The zombie things were e-eating him and his f-family."

Santana and the others didn't know what to say at all. Rachel, Brittany and some of the older women were sobbing softly into their significant others' arms. The taller brunette and the others didn't blame them for crying. It was terrifying thing to see Jacob Ben Israel and his family being eaten alive still kicking and screaming. Life changing, really.

Santana held her girlfriend closer to her, kissing her temple, "Shh, mi estrella. Todo va a estar bien. No dejaré que te pase nada."(1)

"What do we do now?" Ms. Pillsbury asked breaking the deafening silence save for the soft sobs. A few of the men and two or three women in the room exchanged looks with each other. Especially, those who were in law enforcement and the armed forces. They knew exactly what they needed to do.

"Those of us in law enforcement and armed forces ha-" Russel Fabray was interrupted by his youngest daughter's pleading voice.

"Daddy, you can't! You could be killed!"

The older Fabray pulled his daughter into his arms, kissing the top of her head, "Quinnie, I have to. It's my job as an FBI agent to protect this town. Zombie apocalypse or not."

"No! I can't lose you, like we lost mom and Fran!" Quinn tightened her arms around her father's waist, looking up at Russell with pleading tear-filled eyes. The man choked up letting his own tears fall freely at the mention of his late wife and oldest daughter. Judy and Francesca Fabray were both killed in a fatal car accident two years ago.

"I'm sorry, Quinn. That's my final decision, but before I go. I want you to have these," The man pulled a sterling silver chain holding three rings from his pocket. The first two were his and Judy's wedding rings and the third was Quinn's grandmother's. "Promise you'll keep these safe." The younger Fabray nodded reluctantly and he smiled a little. "As for this ring-he held up the third ring-I want you to have this cos' I know for a fact you're going to make Brittany an official Fabray one day. So, can you do that? Keep these safe and make Brittany your wife one day?"

The blonde girl gave her dad a watery smile with a strained laugh nodding, "I will. I promise. I love you, Daddy."

"That's my girl," Russel grinned at his daughter, clasping the chain around Quinn's neck before kissing her forehead. "I love you, too. And always remember Quinn Fabray, you'll always be my little girl."

The two Fabray's shared one last hug before Russel walked toward the choir room door followed by Mr. and Mrs. Jones, Mr. Puckerman Sr., Ms. Pierce, Mr. Abrams, Mr. and Mr. Berry who had also said their goodbyes. The group watched with sad eyes as their mothers, fathers and family friends walk out of the room to protect the town of Lima.

Santana looked at her parents curiously, "Aren't you going with them, Mamá , Papá?"

The older Lopez's shook their heads.

"Why not? You're both in the Navy. Aren't you you guys like Navy Seals or something?"

"We're aware of that, mi hija. We're staying to protect you guys." Commander Dwayne Lopez answered.

"Papá, we can take care of our selves. You and Mamá know what the Glee club and I can do." Santana said looking a little insulted. She was Santana FUCKING Lopez for heaven's sake. She could protect herself from any kind of danger. "Besides, we've got Mr. Shue, Coach Sylvester and Coach Beiste. And I don't know about Ms. Ginger-head, she's kind of useless. No offense."

Mr. and Mrs. Lopez looked at Santana sternly. "SANTANA!"

Ms. Pillsbury just waved them off, "Oh, no. It's okay. I have to agree with your daughter on that one. Everyone in my family, but me has a power. I think it has to do with my OCD."

"Excuse me, if I may?" Kurt cut in, fixing his brown hair into it's usually perfect coif. Over the past forty-five minutes he had removed his gown letting is pristine white feathered wings out to stretch. "What the hell are we going to do? I am NOT going out there. I simply refuse to get blood, zombie guts or brain matter on my new McQueen jacket."

Mercedes nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly with the winged boy. She refused to get her designer clothes dirty. All of Glee club rolled their eyes at the two gossip-fashion obsessed divas. Of course, they'd want things to go their way. They were surprised that Rachel didn't agree with Kurt and Mercedes.

"May I make a suggestion?" Rachel finally spoke. "I think we should take refuge here. Barricade the main entrances and windows, find whatever we can for weapons. Only using our powers if we really need to."

"Wow. Streisand, I'm impressed. I like the way you think," One Sue Sylvester said, making her presence known. "Oh, and as of now. I'm self-declared group leader."

Everyone except the remaining parents scoffed at Sue who scowled at them, "You, mouth-breathers, got a problem?"

"You know we do. You have no right to proclaim yourself as leader," Mr. Shue got all up in the cheerleading coach's face. "To be honest, I think Mr. and Mrs. Lopez should be the leaders. They have the knowledge of how to survive something like this."

There were collective murmurs of agreements heard around the room. A smug Dwayne and Verona Lopez smirked at a fuming Sue. They never did like their daughter's cheer coach. The blonde coach was a bat-shit crazy woman who worked their daughter and her best friends down to the bone. Santana would come home dead tired most nights, skip dinner, shower and go straight to bed. There was even a part where the young Lopez had neglected Rachel, who almost broke up with her. It even got to a point where the tiny diva actually made Santana choose between her and cheerleading. The Latina chose Rachel without a second thought.

"So, now that we got that settled. Let's get to work." Dwayne clapped his hands. "We'll split up into two groups. Half with me and half with Verona. My group with barricade the main doors and windows, while Verona's group searches for weapons."

Verona nodded, "Okay, adults with Dwayne and kids with me."

"Becky!"

"Yes, Coach?" A short-haired blonde girl with Down Syndrome turned to Sue.

The cheerleading coach reached into her red tracksuit pants retrieving a ring with a set of keys. She handed them to Becky. "Take these and show Mrs. Lopez to my secret weapon cache."

Becky saluted, "You got it, Coach."

The others watched as their kids and students followed Verona and Becky out the room. Dwayne and this group set about barricading the main entrances and windows for the next two to three hours. Encountering one or two zombies along the way and chatting idly with each other. Sue, to everyone's surprise, actually helped.

Meanwhile Verona and her group was led to Coach Sylvester's office by Becky. Once they got there, the girl walked up to Sue's trophy case and slide it to the side revealing a hidden door. Becky unlocked the door with the keys then led them down a wide tunnel to another door. The door slid open causing everyone, but Becky to lose their jaws. There before them was a warehouse sized room filled to the brim military issued weapons and medical supplies.

"Santana?" Verona picked her jaw up off the floor.

"Yeah, Ma?"

The older Lopez turned her head slowly to look at her daughter who did the same.

"Your coach isn't bat-shit crazy. She's a full blown psychopathic bitch!" Verona exclaimed, still staring into the enormous room. "She has enough weapons in here to start World War III. Seriously! How did she even get her hands on these?"

"That's what I've been telling you the past four years, Mami." Santana replied. "Don't ask me. All I know is that she's psycho." Everyone nodded their heads in agreement still staring at the warehouse of weapons.

"Alright then. Let's start grabbing stuff." Verona instructed moving into the room, "Becky, are any carts we can use to load and push out?"

"There's those things over there, Mrs. Lopez," Becky pointed at four, four-wheelers with what looked like small truck beds attached to them.

"Excellent, thank you Becky." Said girl smiled when Verona ruffled her hair.

"Santana, Quinn, Puck and Mike. You'll be making runs to the choir room with those. You will all be rotating. One of you will go first, come back then the next person will go and so on. Those who aren't making runs will be loading crates onto the other three four-wheelers. Everyone know what they need to do?" The group nodded and began loading things onto the four-wheelers.

Santana made the first run, Puck went next then Mike and Quinn went last. They repeated this cycle about four or five times. Verona wanted to make sure they had enough so they wouldn't have to come back for more unless they needed to.

"Mrs. Lopez, I found a two-way radio," Kurt had flown to the top of a gigantic shelf and stumbled upon it. He held it up. "Will this come in handy for us?"

Verona beamed at the boy, "Yes, Kurt. That will be very useful. Bring it down."

The winged boy landed not so gracefully, much to his liking by the group and handed it to Santana's mother. The woman inspected it. It was in mint condition, brand new. "Great find, Kurt. C'mon, everyone let's get back to the others."

They all made their way out of the warehouse and into Sue's now destroyed office. Santana and Quinn high-fived with shit eating grins on their faces. They've been waiting for the day they could trash Sue's office. And today was that day. Verona and the others raised curious eyebrows. The two girls merely shrugged grins still in place, gravitating towards their girlfriends lacing their fingers with them. The group chose not to say anything and continued back to the choir room.

XxXxX

By the time everyone was done with the things they need to do it was dark out. They all regrouped in the choir room where Dwayne and Verona handed out guns and ammunition to the others. They then spent the next twenty minutes teaching most of the Gleeks and other adults how to work their weapons. Santana, Quinn, Puck, Rachel and Brittany all sat off to the side since they all knew how to work a gun. And of course, majority of the group was floored when they saw Brittany and Rachel handle their guns like professionals.

"How do you two of all people know how to use a gun?" Finn asked stupidly, looking between Rachel and Brittany. It was impossible. Rachel looked the type that couldn't protect herself (she did carry around a rape whistle) and Brittany was...well, just as slow as Finn himself.

"Finn, we use to date; how can you not remember that my Dad and Daddy are Policemen? Even Quinn knew when she and I use to date." Rachel stared blankly at the boy, mentioned blonde nodded, "And you always wondered why my dads never liked you? Seriously, what did I ever see in you?"

The Gleeks snickered at the boy's constipated face. When the two were still dating they all had wondered the same thing. The Glee club always knew that she deserved better than him. Which was why they were all over the moon when the tiny diva broke up with him to be with Santana. Rachel's dads absolutely adored the Latina. And Santana being Santana had a field day rubbing her relationship with Rachel in the man-child's face.

"All you need to know is that my Mom's in the Marines." Brittany said looking at Finn with an unreadable expression. The boy saw a dangerous glint in her eyes that made him swallow audibly. He mentally noted not to piss the ditzy blonde off. Especially, when said blonde has a combat rifle slung on her right shoulder and a pistol strapped to her left thigh.

"And there's your answer, Mountain troll." Santana smirked at Finn.

The boy glared at her, "Whatever, Satan."

"Guys, settle down. There's no need to rip each others heads off," Mr. Shue interrupted.

While that was going on Verona and Dwayne were trying to contact people with the two-way radio Kurt found. They were in Mr. Shue's office.

"This is Commander Dwayne and Verona Lopez of Navy Seal Teams 5 and 7. Can anyone read us?" Both Lopez's waited for an answer, they got nothing but static. By now, Santana had joined them. She was only in there because of Rachel. The Latina's girlfriend sent her there as a 'time out' for kneeing Finnessa in the crotch. That's what he gets for trying to hurt her and insulting her and Rachel's relationship. Santana also knew that she was in the dog house. Oh, joy.

"Any luck?" She asked hoisting herself onto her Spanish teacher's desk. Her parents shook their heads, but said they're going to keep trying.

"This is Commander Dwayne and Verona Lopez of Navy Seal Teams 5 and 7. Can anyone read us? I repeat, can you read us?"

They got static again, but sat up straight when there was a crackle. All three Lopez's whooped when there was a reply and migrated to the others so they could also listen. Everyone gathered around the piano.

"This is Captain Maverick Cassidy of Navy Seal Team 10. I read you loud and clear. It's good to hear from a fellow Seal, Dwayne."

"Like wise, Captain."

"Papá, is that the Maverick Cassidy?" Santana stared at her Dad with wide eyes. The man nodded. Holy shit! It was actually her idol. She practically worshiped the other woman. Maverick was the reason she wanted to join the Navy...well, and her parents too.

"The one and only, little Santana. I don't know about little, though. You're all grown up from what your parents told me. And Dwayne, just call me Maverick or Mav."

Santana promptly fainted being caught by Mike.

"Yes, Capt-I mean Maverick. Where are you? Do you have anyone with you?" Dwayne asked.

"I'm heading towards Lima as we speak. I have my team with me. We also have three civilians with us. What's your status?"

"We're at William McKinley High School. There's about twenty-five of us here. We have weaponry, medical supplies, enough food to last about three months and no clothes." Verona stated, tucking a strand of dark hair behind a now awake Santana's ear.

"Roger that. We got you covered. I have six Matson trucks following me with supplies, too. I'll let you go for now. I'll contact you when we're closer."

"What's your ETA?" Verona inquired shooting an amused looked at her daughter who was now glued to her side, staring at the two-way radio intensely. It was if Santana waiting for something to happen...more like hoping for Maverick to pop out of the radio.

"ETA...about two days. We'll see you soon. Be safe."

"You too, Captain." Dwayne concluded before nothing but the sound of static filled the room.

"So, what now?" Finn opened his mouth. The Gleeks stared at the boy in exasperation. They were surprised when it was Brittany who answered him. All the Glee club except Rachel, Quinn and Santana were surprised with her answer.

"We wait for them to get here," Her left eyebrow twitched in irritation at Finn. "That's the obvious answer. I could never understand why people always thought I was stupider than you. The whole me being your typical stupid blonde was an act. I'm actually smarter than you think."

The man-child had his stupid constipated face on again. Santana, Quinn and Rachel openly laughed at Finn and the others. Verona and Dwayne also chuckled at the shocked group. They both knew Brittany wasn't stupid, she was in all of Santana's AP classes.

"Anyway, now that you all know about Brittany being smart," Rachel grinned, still giggling turned to her girlfriend's parents. "What's the game plan for when your friends get here, Dwayne, Verona?"

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do..."

A/N: There you have it. Chapter one done. I hope you liked it and please review. I'd like to see you're feedback. Flames are welcome. I won't update this or my other Glee fanfic until I get at least five reviews. Oh, and those of you who are reading 'The Songbird and The Wolf' I'm almost done with the second chapter. It should be longer than the first chapter. Anyway, Thanks for reading. Again don't forget to review because, if you don't. It makes the Glee fanfic angels cry.

(1): Shh, my star. Everything will be okay. I won't let anything happen to you.