A/N: This is just the first chapter so if it's not very long, that's why, but I have ideas on where I want this to go, I'm not quite sure yet. I just have ideas. I'm really proud of this so without a do, enjoy. :3

I remember a time when things were happy, Rachel was my girlfriend. I remember every kiss, every touch with clarity. We'd spend hours together on the weekend watching movies, painting each others nails, laying out in the sun, kissing, wonderful memories that I cling to for dear life. Why? because the past is long gone...the days of our romance is long gone. Just a couple months ago the zombie apocalypse broke out, I haven't seen Rachel since and I've been looking for her. So far the only people alive are Santana and myself as far as we know.

You can say that she took it pretty hard when she found Brittany dead in her backyard due to zombies killing her. Surprisingly Santana still hasn't cried, bottling it up I suppose. But she makes no hesitation when it comes to killing zombies, it must be to help her get over the death of her girlfriend. I, Quinn Fabray, vowed to myself that I'd find Rachel. But what did I plan on doing if she was a zombie? How could I face the fact that she was gone? Of course, I'd heard of a type of medicine that could cure the disease that caused the zombie breakout but who knew whether it was real or not?

I look over at Santana who is in the drivers seat of a van that we found abandoned on the side of the road, she has heavy bags under eyes from the little amount of sleep she's been getting. She always insists on being guard while I sleep, I don't know why but if I had to guess it'd probably be her way of having time to think without anyone bothering her. I think of how fortunate it is that she survived, because if there was anyone I could imagine having next to me right now, it'd be either her or Puck. Sadly, I don't know of Puck's whereabouts or any of the other glee club members' besides Santana's and myself.

Santana looks back at me and flashes a small smirk. "got something to say Fabgay?" she asks, arching an eyebrow. She looks back at the road, we're currently in North Carolina, our attempts at finding Rachel all but progressing.

"Huh? oh no, I was just thinking." I mumble in response looking back at the road, we're headed into Asheville, the city looks deserted besides the empty cars in the road. Santana weaves through the streets with ease. I notice a zombie jump out from behind a local store and point it out to her, she smirks.

"Oh man, this never gets old." she says, speeding up until the car collides with the zombie and runs over him. She backs up and squashes him with the tire to make sure he's dead dead. I cringe at the noise of the squishing sound under the car before Santana begins driving again.

I stare out the window blankly for a few moments, my mind flickering to Rachel. We've been on the road for about about 2-3 weeks and still no sign of her, but I refused to give up so easily. I just had to find her, I don't even know why Santana wanted to stick around with me but she was all I had at the moment and I was grateful to have her with me. I pull out my ipod and stick the headphone's in my ear, turning shuffle on. I close my eyes and lean my head back, whispering the lyrics to the song.

"Oh, you're in my veins and I cannot get you out. Oh, you're all I taste at night inside of my mouth" I open my eyes and grab my water bottle, taking a sip from it. "Oh, you run away 'cause I am not what you found." I continue singing as I close the water bottle and set it back down, continuing to lean back against my seat. I listen to the song before glancing at Santana. "You know San, you should really get some sleep, you look like the undead yourself." I say jokingly, smirking at her.

"Funny Q, how about no." she responds as she drives through the streets, the occasional zombie popping out every once in awhile. She reaches over and picks up her energy drink and takes a long drink before setting it back down.

"San, you do really need to sleep. I know you don't want to but not sleeping won't make this go away. We're stuck in a situation we can't get out of." I say, sighing quietly. I pull an ear plug out of my ear. "I'll drive, you just switch me seats." I suggest.

"No no I'm fine, Q." she answers. "Besides there's nowhere safe to park so we can even switch. We're gonna have to wait until we hit the highway or something." she continues as she starts driving along streets with houses on either side. Some of them big and some of them just simple 2-3 bedrooms. It's been a long time since I've been in a bed for that matter. We've just been sleeping in the car as one of the two of us drove through the cities and states along the east side of the U.S.

I bite my bottom lip. "Alright, just as long as you promise to get some sleep." I respond, plugging in the earphone again. I close my eyes as my head rests against the seat and listen to the song now playing which happens to be 'Time is running out' by Muse. I start singing along to the song softly for a little bit and next thing I know I'm out.

I wake up about an hour to a loud thump coming from the front of the car which makes me jump in my seat. "The fuck." I whisper as I try to get my heart to stop pounding. I look at Santana who is just smirking to herself. "What was that?" I ask, though I should probably know.

"It was a zombie, what else ditzy?" Santana says, rolling her eyes at my dumb question. "I was just knocking it out, duh." she continued.

I sigh in relief and lean back in my seat. "How much longer 'til we hit the highway?" I ask, turning to look at her again.

"I'd say no less than 10 minutes or so." she replies and I nod once before leaning back in my seat, looking out the window again.

Now 'Find a way' by SafetySuit is playing, this time I choose not to sing a long with it but instead my thoughts flash to Rachel again. I imagine the last time I saw her, she had been wearing a red dress with white polka dots making her look a bit like Minnie Mouse, she had even had a matching bow in her hair. That was one of the things I loved about her. She could make the silliest outfits look completely adorable. And the blush in her cheeks after I told her how cute she looked was completely adorable. I miss those times when we were completely carefree, when we had all the time in the world to ourselves. When we could just do whatever we wanted when we wanted.

Within 10 minutes we've hit the highway just as the sun is beginning to set. Santana grabs her rifle and steps out of the car, making sure the coast is clear before giving me the signal. She rushes over to the passenger side and I run over to the driver's side. We quickly get in and start the car, continuing out drive down the highway. She falls asleep in a matter of minutes after making sure all the doors were locked, the rifle down at her feet just in case. I plug my ipod into the stereo with the cord that connects the ipod and radio and turn the music up but not too loud.

I honestly don't know where I'd be without music, thank god I had made sure to pack it along with the rest of the little amount of things I could bring. I sing along quietly to 'Remember December' by Demi Lovato as I drive. I glance at Santana's sleeping form and a smile tugs at my lips, she looks so peaceful which is something you don't see everyday. Every now and then though, you'll notice her twitch a few times, I'm guessing 'cause nightmares or anxiety but who knows.

All I know is that this journey is sure gonna be a long one indeed.