A/N: Glee and The walking dead crossover. The walking dead is amazing. Watch it! I don't own Glee or The walkind dead. I didn't reread it because i'm sick as hell. Hope you like it :)
On a deserted highway, Sheriff's Deputy I, Noah Puckerman pulls out of my police cruiser past overturned cars to a gas station. Vehicles filled with dead bodies litter the grounds; a sign hanging nearby declares "No Gas."
As I search , I catch a glimpse of a little girl. She walks, lifelessly. I call to her. No response. I call again, and she turns to me, groaning. Her lips and right cheek have been torn away, blood dripping. She starts toward me, growling. As she approaches, I draw out my gun and I shoot her in the head.
Next Day
My partner Finn and I eat hamburgers in our car and joke about the differences between men and women. Then the conversation turns to my wife, Rachel.
"So how you and Rachel doing." Finn says. I sigh.
"She accused me of not caring about our family right in from of Thom. I mean, she makes it seem like I'm the monster. I don't want to come off that way to Thom, My own son."
Finn looks at the floor.
"The difference between men and women?" I say, "I would never say something that cruel to her."
An APB reports a high-speed pursuit in progress. Finn and I head to the scene, where they lay down a spike strip. As we wait for the car, a young officer, Adam Basset, muses about our chances of getting on a police chase reality show.
A car approaches, pursued by two more cruisers. When it hits the spike strip, it flips off the road. I approaches the overturned car. Two men emerge from the wreckage; We begin autimatically shooting once they pull out a gun.
"Cover me!" Finn yells.
I turn to the other criminal and shoot, but the first shoots me in my chest. Fortunately, I'm wearing my protective vest. We shoot down The two men, but I fail to see a third. He turns and shoots me in my side, not wear my vest is.
"Puck!", Finn comes running to my side, "Adam call it!" He begins whispering to me to stay with him.
"Finn you do not tell Rachel that happened!," I say. Then I pass out.
Third person's POV
Finn arrives at the hospital where Puck is. In his hand, Is a vase of flowers.
"Hey bud.", Finn says,"How you doing."
Barely concious, Puck says, "I've been better."
Finn chuckles. "Well You tell Rachel-
...
I wake in the hospital room, unshaven and sweaty. I call for Finn, then notice the young, youthful flowers that Finn brought me, have wilted and died.
Confused as hell, I exit my room. The hallway is dark and disheveled. I go to the nurse's station and try the phone: it's dead.
Through a doorway, I sees the ravaged body of a nurse missing most of her skin. Further down the hall, the walls are covered in blood and riddled with bullet holes. A double door has been chained shut, a message scrawled across: "Don't Open / Dead Inside." A woman's hands, her fingernails dirty and cragged, reach through the cracks. I begin (or attempt) to run in the opposite direction.
I exit the back of the hospital to the loading dock, where hundreds of bodies wrapped in sheets are arranged in rows and piles.
"What the hell happened here." I say to myself.
I wander down the road, spotting an overturned bicycle in a park. As I reach for it, the body of a woman — badly decayed, her legs and lips missing — turns and reaches for me, pathetically moaning in hunger. I quickly speed away on the bicycle.
I arrive at my home to find the front door ajar and the house deserted.
"Rachel! Thom! Rachel!" Sobbing on the floor, I continue to call to the wind.
"Rachel! Thom!" Nothing.
Finally, I exit the house.
Outside, I spot a man stumbling down the road.I wave to him. A surviver. I continue waving. BANG! I'm on the floor. I see it was a very much alive boy who hit me with a freaking shovel.
"Thom, I found you," I whisper.
"Daddy I got this scumbitch," the boy screams. The boy's father, Morgan I guess as it says on his shirt, approaches a stumbling man that was headed for me earlier and shoots him in the head, then walks over to me. "What's that bandage for?" Morgan asks, pointing a gun at me. Then I pass out.
I wake up tied to a bed. The boy, Duane, stands guard with a baseball bat. "Did you get bit?" Morgan asks me. "Just shot, as far as I know," I says. They untie me, and tell me to come eat down stairs when I'm ready. After a while, I walk down the stairs, Every window is covered with deep blankets, Making it unseebale to the outside and in.
"I never should have fired that gun today," Morgan says. "The sound draws 'em. Now they're all over the street."
"You...You...You s-shot a man, in cold blood!" The boy, Duane, hushes me.
"That ain't no man!" Duane says.
"What'd you say boy?" Morgan replies.
"It wasn't a man." Duane correct himself.
"It was a walker," Morgan corrects.
"A walker?"
"They're everywhere. If I didn't shoot that walker back there, He would have tried to eat us."
"I...see."
"I don't know a lot but one thing I do know, don't you get bit,",Morgan says, "Bites kill", he explains, "Then you become one of them."
"Where are all the living ...people."
"Most of them are walkers. Do...Do You even know what's going on around here?"
"I woke up in a hospital bed, then I stubbled upon some bodies. That's all I know."
"Walkers. They're everywhere. Goverment said they'd find a cure but...The emergency broadcasting stopped.
A car alarm goes off. Morgan peers out to the street and I look too, It's filled with walkers, drawn by the noise of the alarm. When a woman wearing a nightgown appears, Duane runs away crying. The woman walks to the front door and tries to open it.
"Daddy!" Duane says.
"Shhhhhh, It's alright, daddy's here, daddy's here." Morgan cradles him.
"The women walker, she-"
"She died in the other room on that bed," Morgan says. "I should have put her down. I just didn't have it in me. She's the mother of my child." They give me some food, and a bed to sleep on.
The next morning, I exit the house carrying a bat. "We're sure they're dead?" I ask, approaching a walker near the stoop.
"They're dead." Morgan assures. I swing the bat, beating the walker down until it stops moving.
Morgan, Duane, and I walk to my house. Clothes are gone.
"Their alive. I know it." I declare.
"Anyone could of come in here and stole some clothes, That's what we did."
"No,no, The photo albums are gone, You think someone just steals some photo albums!"
"Photo albums," Morgan laughs. "My wife, same thing."
"They're in Atlanta, I bet," Duane offers. Morgan explains there's a refugee center there with military protection and food. The Center for Disease Control — where they're rumored to be working on a cure — is also in Atlanta.
We all head to the King County Sheriff's Department, where we luxuriate in hot showers.
"Hot water?"Duane smiles. He and is father exchane a look.I pack a duffel bag with guns, then hand Morgan a rifle.
I load the weapons in the trunk of his cruiser and prepare to set off for Atlanta. Morgan says he'll follow in a few days, once he and Duane have learned to shoot. I hand Morgan a walkie-talkie, instructing him to turn it on every day at dawn to make contact.
Morgan leaves me with a warning: "They may not seem like much one at a time," he says, "but in a group, all riled up and hungry? Man, you watch your ass." I nod my head.
Our farewell is interrupted when I spot Adam Basset , who has turned into a walker. Adam claws at the chain link fence separating them. I shoot him in the forehead.
...
Morgan's POV
Back home, I takes the rifle Puck gave me and position it facing the street. I begin shooting walkers. "Come on, baby," I says, searching for my wife. But when she appears, I'm still unable to shoot her.
...
Puck's POV
I return to the park where I found the same legless walker I ran into a few days ago. "I'm sorry this happened to you," I say, shooting her in the head. Then Iget into the cop car and head to Atlanta.
En route to Atlanta, I send out a broadcast on a there's no response.
...
Third Person POV
In a camp outside the city, a group of survivors receive the transmission Puck sent out, but can't get a reply through. Finn, Rachel and Thom are among them, but they don't recognize Puck's voice over the garbled transmission.
"We need to put up some sort of sign warning people away from the city. People don't know what there getting into over there." Rachel says. Finn shakes his head.
"That's waaaaay to dangerous, I'm not letting anyone else get hurt in this group."
"Your being irrational, Finn." Rachel leaves to walk into a nearby tent. Finn follows her.
"And your being stubborn. Look, I only want to keep you and Thom safe. So please, Just listen to me." Rachel looks at the floor.
"Look I-" Rachel begins.
"Rach, You need to keep it together, for Thom, he already lost his father, he can't lose his mother too," Rachel agrees and Finn leans in. They begin to kiss passionately until Thom interrups.
"Mom, can you help with the fire?" Rachel smiles.
"Course kid." Rachel follows Thom as Finn stands there, breathless.
...
Puck's POV
Out of gas, I decide to abandon my car on the highway and head out on foot. I approach a farmhouse where I makes the grisly discovery that a man has shot his wife and committed suicide.
I finds a horse nearby, saddle up, and ride the rest of the way to Atlanta.
I ride into the devastated city of Atlanta. I search the streets on horseback, finding an overrun military blockade.
I hear a helicopter pass overhead. I try to follow it, but ride straight into a horde of walkers. The undead swarm my horse, toppling it. I scrambles underneath an abandoned tank, but walkers grab at me from both ends.
I shoot several of them, then places the gun to my temple. "Rachel, Thom, I'm sorry," I say. Looking up, I sees an open hatch underneath the tank. I quickly crawl inside.
Breathlessly I sit in the tank. On my right, a dead soldier sits.
"Dammit!" I scream.
The dead soldier turns to bite me and I shoot him quickly. I'm surrounded by those damn walkers and as I sit in the tank I have no idea what to do next.
The tank's radio crackles. "Hey you, dumbass," a voice says. "Yeah you in the tank. Cozy in there?"