Hello to anyone reading this. This is a Glee apocalypse story. No it's a Glee Brittana apocalypse story. Wait no it's a Glee Brittana Apocalypse LOVE story. Because no matter the situation Brittana is love! All mistakes are mine. It's been a while since I'v tried writing anything :D
Summary: In the middle of what is sure to be the end of the world, can two people really find love or is it already too late?
Brittany Pierce was always a little on the naïve side. She knew it. Her friends and family knew it. But now, sitting inside a barricaded mall with her friends and cheerleading coach as their makeshift leader, she was beginning to wonder if just maybe she wasn't that far off with her theories on unicorns and other "fake" creatures because really, who would have predicted a zombie apocalypse? Zombies were something you read about in books, or watched on TV late at night or during Halloween, or played on Xbox. No one thought they were real either. Bet they wished that it was her unicorns that were real now. She wasn't a malicious person, far from it, but she got a lot of satisfaction from that last thought.
Looking around at the tired faces of her friends, she quietly studied them and thought of the events that brought them here. They were on their way back from sectionals a few states over. They won. Not that it mattered now but still. They were on such a high from their victory, and Rachel's somewhat motivational speech, that it took a while for them to notice that their bus was the only vehicle on the road. When Puck interrupted Rachel's impromptu solo to point out the otherwise empty highway, everyone got nervous. Not that they would show it, but the sudden silence and alertness gave it away.
Mr. Schue and coach Sylvester seemed to be having a hushed conversation at the front. It was a bit creepy to watch. Not only because they hated each other like the plague, but also because for the first time, Brittany thought she saw a line of worry on her coach's forehead. When Sue Sylvester was worried you better be worried too. Rachel and Mercedes had tried calling their parents to ask if something had happened but they got no answer. The others followed soon after and still no reply. Brittany figured it was pointless for her to try but figured it would look weird if she didn't, so she did and like the others got no response. When they passed the first abandoned car, they slowed to see if anyone was inside but there was no one. The keys were still in the ignition and the tank was full so it was unlikely the person ran out of gas. Mr. Schue had urged coach Sylvester to get them home as soon as possible. When she did as she was asked, everyone knew the situation was serious.
When they had pulled up to the school where their parents were supposed to be waiting to take them home, they were met with emptiness. No cars in sight. No lights. No sound. It was eerie. When Mercedes shakily asked Mr. Schue what was going on, for once he didn't try to sugarcoat his answer or even deflect. When he said he didn't know and Coach Sylvester said she didn't know either, everyone got a little hysterical. Tina was crying in the back. Kurt was saying something in a slightly higher pitch than normal so Brittany hadn't understood what he was saying. Mercedes was praying. And the others were just talking over each other in their panic. When Mr. Schue had yelled at everyone to be quiet so they could come up with a plan, that's when they had heard it. The sound that would define their lives from then on. It was a moan. It sounded at first like a dying animal. Or an animal in pain. Definitely not something you would associate with a human.
Coach Sylvester and Mr. Schue had told the kids to stay inside the bus while they went to see what the sound was. Brittany wasn't the smartest in the group, and she loved animals and hated to see them in pain, but even she knew that wasn't such a great idea at all. But everyone had nodded so she just shrugged. They had watched the two adults disappear into the darkness, hoping that it was just an animal, and also hoping that they found other people. Puck had gone to lock the doors as a precaution against what, they didn't know. That had just made everything scarier. It was only five minutes after the adults had left that they saw coach Sylvester running back to the bus. Without Mr. Schue. Puck was quick to open the doors for her, and it was only after she had jumped in and sped out of the parking lot that anyone thought to ask the obvious question. When Rachel asked for Mr. Schue, coach Sylvester told them point blank that zombies had gotten him. Everyone had laughed after a few seconds of silence, sure they were being punked. When coach just looked at them through the rear view mirror with no hint of laughter on her face it wasn't so funny anymore. It certainly wasn't funny when they saw two figures ambling awkwardly up the road they were speeding. Mercedes had screamed at the coach to stop but she had kept going until she ran them over. Everyone had screamed and Puck asked if she was crazy. When she told them those weren't people they were zombies everyone started to panic even more. By then they knew she was serious.
It was convenient that they all lived relatively close to each other, so when Coach Sylvester had made the turn that would take them to the street they lived, they were all grateful. By then everyone was thinking of their families. They had made sure the street was clear before slowly making their way out of the bus. When coach was the last to exit, she had a shot gun in her hand. She had looked at me and just said it had been for would be robbers that would try to steal their trophy. It was all the explanation Brittany needed. They all made their way to their different houses and in retrospect that wasn't the most brilliant plan, but they weren't exactly mentally prepared for a zombie apocalypse.
Walking into her house, she had felt uneasy. It was too silent. In the Pierce household, even at night, there was always something playing. A radio on. The TV playing some late night talk show. Her dad strumming his old guitar. But there was nothing. She had flipped the lights, only to see everything was how she left it. When she heard a thump from upstairs, everything screamed at her to leave. To run back to where coach Sylvester was waiting for them. But she couldn't. She had to see if her parents were ok. If her little sister was ok. So with her heart pounding loudly in her ears she had made her way up the stairs. She went to check for her little sister first. When she had opened the door and had seen the empty bed, she wasn't sure if she had felt relief or more apprehension. She had quietly checked the closet and under the bed to make sure Summer wasn't hiding but had come up empty.
Next she made her way to her parents room. The quiet dread she had begun to feel earlier had seemed to multiply. Her instincts were really screaming at her to turn back before it was too late. But she couldn't do that. She had to be sure. So pushing the door quietly, she stepped into the room and what she saw would stay with her for the rest of her life. Her father covered in blood, standing over her unmoving mother. Upon closer inspection Brittany had seen the bite marks on the side of her mother's neck but at the time hadn't know what it meant. She had backed away slowly so as not to draw attention to herself. She may not have known what the bites meant but she knew she had to get out of there. There was nothing she could do for her parents. Backing slowly away from the door she had made her way back downstairs intent on getting out of that house, but a squeak from the kitchen had stopped her in her tracks.
She had debated on the wisdom of stopping or even turning back, but something had compelled her to check. So with a quick glance to the empty staircase she had hurriedly made her way over to the kitchen, checking under the counters and inside the cupboards for the source of the noise. She hadn't expected to find her little sister trembling and hiding inside the last cupboard under the sinks. Brittany had never felt such relief in her life. She quickly went to her sister, and after Summer had registered that it was Brittany and she wasn't scary like their dad, she had grabbed on to her sister for dear life. The sudden ringing of a gunshot interrupted the sisters reunion. The shot seemed to have mobilized the bodies upstairs because Brittany heard the slightly dragging footsteps make their way down the hall towards the stairs. Wasting no time she had made a run for the front door closing it just as the glazed eyes and rotting body of her father turned towards her.
Coach Sylvester had yelled at her to hurry up. For an instant she had wondered why the sudden urgency until she had seen the rotting corpses of what she guessed used to be inhabitants of the neighborhood slowly making their way towards them. Holding back the scream in her throat so as not to frighten her little sister, whose head was buried in her neck , she ran the rest of the way to the bus. She had looked around at the others who had gotten back before her, and right away noticed the change. There was no more false hope. Mercedes was no longer praying. All the faces were solemn. Brittany realized that she and Sam were the only ones to come back with anything. In his case it was his little brother Stevie. She didn't have to guess what happened to everyone else. She had seen it in her parents. All they had from then on was each other.
Brittany recalled how coach Sylvester had driven straight through the hoard that was creeping up on them. How she had driven them to the little mall that was in the middle of Lima Ohio. And after shooting the few zombies that must have been turned inside the mall itself, had barricaded them in a little section, pulling down the metal gates at the entrances. No one thought to ask how the coach could be so calm in such a horrifying situation. No one seemed to be able to talk. Brittany had just cradled her sister and waited for further instructions from the only adult and leader they had left.
Pulled out of her musings by Puck once again grumbling about the lack of food, she turned to her little sister who was sleeping peacefully next to her. It had been six months since that night. Six of the most terrifying months she had ever experienced. Coach Sylvester had been "training" them like a commanding officer trained troops. She taught them how to shoot guns, how to ration food, how to make the most of the little they had. They had all been forced to kill zombies at one point, when they had to leave their sanctuary to get necessities like water from the reservoir at the back of the mall. The coach also had flair guns, and they had taken to sending out flairs twice a month. Not that it helped. Brittany highly doubted anyone was left "alive" in Lima. Mercedes had been skeptical about the flairs wondering if it wouldn't draw the zombies to them. But the coach had reassured her that in the second it took to let off a flair the Zombies wouldn't know what direction it was coming from. That didn't stop the worry though. It seemed that each trip they took outside they would encounter even more zombies, and the weapons and ammunition they had acquired from the hunting and gun stores in the mall were bound to run out sooner or later. Everyone knew it but no one said anything.
Looking at each of her friends Brittany remembered when they had finally told the story of what happened when they went to their homes. Mercedes had immediately called out for her mom and dad when she entered her house, too naïve or scared to ponder the wisdom of being loud. When she came upon her big brother tearing out the throat of her father in the living room she had let out a bloodcurdling scream that alerted the other inhabitants of the house. Her mother and sister had started to come down the stairs to see what was happening, or so she thought, but their footsteps weren't urgent. It was the slow ambling gait they would come to associate with the undead. Just before her brother could reach for her though, she heard the gunshot that sent her brother's brain splattering against the opposite wall. The coach had quickly grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the house before her mother and sister, or what was left of them, could reach the bottom of the steps.
Sam had a similar experience, except it was mother who was attacking his family. He had come across her eating what he could only describe as what was left of his little sister. He had found his little brother cowering in the bathtub and had grabbed him and hurried out the door before the sound of a gunshot seemed to have alerted the rest of the undead neighborhood. He had not seen his father's body and Brittany knew a part of him hoped that he had been working late or had gotten away before they had a chance to turn him.
Kurt had gone to his dad's garage to see if he could get to him. Blaine had gone with him because that hadn't been his neighborhood so his family wasn't close by. They had entered the front of the garage only to see what used to be Burt Hummel lunge towards them. Before Kurt could scream, Blaine had grabbed him and covered his mouth, pulling him away from the grasping hands of his father. Blaine had then proceeded to grab the nearest weapon he could find, which happened to be a tire iron, and swung it at Burt's head. That seemed to have incapacitated the zombie for a few seconds, long enough for the sound of a gunshot to summon what Blaine was pretty sure used to be Carole Hudson Hummel. He hadn't wanted to wait around to find out. So he had literally dragged a frozen Kurt from the garage, to the bus where he could only hope the others were ok.
Puck wasn't so lucky and had to be the one to take an axe to his mother's head. By the time he had entered his house and looked around, the body of his mother had appeared behind him. Luckily he had grabbed the axe before he started his search, so as much as it had pained him, he had to defend himself. He didn't have time to linger and look at what he had done. The sound of a gunshot had mobilized him into action. So grabbing a few of his kitchen knives he had run out of the house towards the bus that he hoped could take them to safety.
Tina's parents were doctors on the night shift so she hadn't left the bus because she knew no one would have been at home. She had faintly held out hope that her parents would be safe at the hospital but with each passing day that hope faded. It was hard to imagine anyone surviving the carnage that was happening on the outside.
Rachel had found no sign of either of her dads. She checked everywhere including the basement, which Brittany thought was silly and brave at the same time, but found neither. There was no sign of a struggle and their cars were in the garage so Rachel honestly had no idea what had happened to them.
Coach Sylvester didn't have to go home to check anything because she lived alone. Brittany briefly wondered what happened to Becky Jackson, but never had the courage to voice her thought. She was afraid that it would be the one thing to break the coach, and they needed her to be strong.
Artie wasn't able to check on his family because coach had said his wheelchair would be a hindrance if he had to make an escape. She had gone to check for him and when she came back looking grim, he had known. Whatever she saw when she went in there wasn't something he wanted to hear about. But he accepted that his parents were gone. They all had to accept this.
So this was their little group of survivors. Brittany, Summer, Sam, Stevie, Tina, Rachel, Mercedes, Puck, Kurt, Blaine, Artie and Sue. They were living in a little mall with dwindling food and weapon supplies, sending out flairs in hopes of being rescued by non zombified humans. Brittany didn't know if there were other survivors out there, but she hoped that somehow they could be saved.
A/N: So I just got into The Walking Dead. So obsessed right now so I figured I would write a fic. But I wanted some romance as well and my favorite couple ever is Brittana. So what's better than Brittana with zombies? Let me know what you guys think. I will also be alternating between Brittany and Santana POV, so Santana coming up next. I will try to update as much as I can. Oh and it's not a walking dead cross over :D
