This is my first horror fanfiction so bear with me. It's Puckelberry based with some Klaine, Artitany and Finntana. There's a massive zombie breakout, methinks yes?

P.S Rachel and Finn broke up over the summer holidays.

Rachel POV

"Guys, These piano's have been cut, burnt and buried in food but they're still making music, just like us. It's a sign. We can't let this get us down. Yes, we lost a few of our own. Santana, Quinn, Sam and Lauren. But we will continue to be great leaders. We are going to make it to Nationals and win!" I said encouragingly.

"Rachel's right guys. We're going to be great." Mr Schue smiled.

"And for this occasion I have a song prepared. Brad?" I looked to the pianist who nodded and started playing the opening bars to 'You Can't Stop the Beat' when a scream cut me off.

"What the?" Mr Schue looked to the door to see Miss Pillsbury running full tilt into the choir room.

"Dirty people eating other people. Quick close these doors." Miss Pillsbury closed shut the door she came through and turned the lock. She ran over to the other door and pulled it shut too, locking it.

"Quick get the pianos in front of the doors." Blaine offered, standing up. Puck, Finn, Mike, Kurt and Mr Schue all stood up and helped push the pianos. Kurt, Finn and Puck pushed one in front of a door with ease and Blaine, Mike and Mr Schue did the same to the other door. There were some more bangs and screams. Brittany face crumpled.

"I want Santana." She cried.

"She's going to be OK." I said.

"But she just left when the person screamed. What if the scream was her. Santana!" Brittany stood up ran to the door, trying to push the piano out of the way, not able to budge it. "I'll save you Santana!" Finn walked over and pulled Brittany into his arms, I'm sure he was as sad as Brittany. Santana and Finn had begun dating over the summer holidays after we broke up.

"Shh, Britt, it's gonna be OK. Santana is strong I'm sure she's fine." There was another scream, only adding to the somberness of the scene. Tina looked down and I saw droplets of water coming from her face, Mike leaned over and hugged her. I moved and sat next to Puck.

"I'm scared Noah, but as one half of the leader in this group I don't want to break down."

"Looks like everyone is. I say get it of the way." He said his voice lost of its usual sarcasm. I looked around, it was true. Everyone was crying or visibly upset. Finn and Brittany were sitting next to a piano remembering happy thoughts about Santana. Mike and Tina were hugging, Tina; sobbing. Kurt was crying into Blaine's shoulder. Artie and Mercedes were holding hands, looking at the doors. Emma was crying while Mr Schue tried to console her. I grabbed Puck's hand.

"Can I hug you?" I asked.

"Sure Berry." I threw my arms around Puck and sobbed into his chest.

"I'm so scared. I don't want to die yet. I didn't even make it to Broadway."

"Berry, you have to be strong for the team or we'll never survive. I'll tell you what, after we get through this. I will take you to New York myself and I will stay with you and help you get into Broadway."

"Y-you will?" I asked, hiccuping.

"Yep. Now we need a strategy. Something to help us beat this. We won't last long without food."

"Principal Figgins is always worried stupid things might happen. That supply closet is filled with dried foods and water, that'll last us for a while."

"OK, we need to get everyone sorted."

"Good idea." I stood up and was about to speak when there was a bang on the small window in the door.

"Help! Guys, let me in! Help me." Santana cried.

"Santana!" Brittany and Finn cried, standing up.

"Guys, please let me in! They're too fast. I can't run. Oh Jesus they're coming. Let me in." Finn started to push the the piano out of the way.

"Finn! No...Finn, I don't want her to die but if you open that door you let them in and we all die. I know it hurts you, but we can't it's too late for her." Kurt said.

"What the fuck are you doing! Let me in!"

"W-we can't." Finn said softly.

"What do you mean you can't?"

"They'll kill us San, the zombies." Finn told her. A look of understanding flashed through Santana's pretty features.

"We can't let her die. Santana, you stay with me." Brittany told her.

"I will Britt. Forever." Santana put her palm on the door and Brittany did the same on the otherside. There was a guttural growl from a short distance away.

"I'm not ready to die. There's so much left to do." Santana sobbed. "I love you Britt. I always will."

"I love you too San, I'm sorry."

"So am I." Santana gave a watery smile. "Close your eyes Britt. Don't watch this." Brittany nodded and Santana waved. A greenish form dripping a black liquid jumped at Santana. It was hard to miss the mess of pink hair. Quinn. Tina screamed, I screamed. Heck, I think everyone screamed. Even Puck. I looked to the opposite side of the room until I was satisfied it was over. I turned back to see Finn squeezing the crap outta Brittany's hand.

"Is it over?" Brittany asked, leaning toward the window. "San would have kicked that zombie's ass, she'll be fine. See, look. She's getting up. She's OK! San!" I greenish, bleeding form took the place of once pretty Santana. She clawed at the window.

"Get Brittany away from the window, now!" I cried. Finn picked her up carried her back to the seats.

"But Santana's OK, the fight made her look gross though, and she's bleeding a little. But she's OK! We have to let her in." Brittany said, her voice ringing with finality.

"Britt. We can't she's one of them. She'll kill us if we let her in." I said softly.

"San won't kill us. Yeah she's mean sometimes, but she wouldn't kill us. She loves glee club." Britt smiled.

"Keep her away from the door." I told Finn. I stood up and faced the room.

"Oh great, Rachel's taking charge, even in a zombie apocalypse she has to control everything." Tina rolled her eyes.

"Hear her out guys." Puck rebuffed.

"OK, we can probably wait out here for as long as possible. It's pretty solid in here. As long as the zombies aren't super determined and manage to break through the walls we should be able to hold out for nearly a month. Also depending on the amount of food Figgins has supplied in the supply closet and the military don't have any ideas to get rid of the zombies by blowing the place up."

"Woah, blow up? Boom? Oh heeeell to the naw. I ain't getting blown up. Or eaten. No thank you." Mercedes shook her head.

"No body here wants to get eaten. I understand. No one here wants to die. We can wait this out. This place is safe. Food, water, shelter...guidance." I smiled. "We can be strong and fight this out. We're a family."

"Yeah, we can fight this." Puck agreed. A scream made us flinch.

"I'm gonna check out the supply closet." I said.

"I'll come with you." Puck stood up.

"Thanks Noah." We walked into the closet on opposite end of the room. It was a wooden door that couldn't be locked. There were no windows but the room went back at least 5 feet and was about 3 feet across. The back side of the room was stacked with biscuits, dehydrated food and water. The wall to the right was filed with Gas masks, a radio and a portable television.

"Gas masks? Really?" Puck picked one up and studied. "He's nuts." We turned to face the wall on the left.

"Holy crap!" Puck cried.

Ohhh, cliffhanger. I think it's a bit obvious, what it is. But anyway review let me know what you think. If I should continue, what you think is on the left wall? Haha