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He really doesn't remember how it all started.

One day, everything was perfect and normal. Then, he wakes up to find his roommate trying to attack him.

It was terrifying.

His face was all distorted and he was making these awful sounds. He walked with a limp, and he had a hole in his arm.

This was not normal.

So, Finn did what he had to do.

He hit him with his baseball bat and locked him in the closet.

It's not like he wanted to hurt Jackson, but the dude was trying to rip his face off. He high-tailed it out of there, but his nightmare wasn't over. There were several more in his dorm, aimlessly walking the hallways. He swears, that if he didn't have so much adrenaline running through his body, he would've screamed like a little girl. Instead, he hit each one with a baseball bat. He didn't really know the kids, so it wasn't that hard. He continues running, hoping to find someone who wasn't acting weird. He turned the corner, and standing there was the pretty brunette girl from his History class, Bella. Her head is facing down, and she's holding her arm. He slowly moves forward, rejoicing that he finally found someone.

"Bella?" he whispers out to her. She whimpers and he moves forward again. "Bella? Are you okay?" he's just about to reach out for her, when she lifts her head up. The whole right side of her face is torn out. She stares at him, before swiping her hand out at him. She hits him, right on his shoulder, and he keels back. He doesn't hesitate before swinging his bat, hitting her right in the head. It flies right off her body, and she collapses to the ground. He feels like he's about to throw up, but another one isn't far down the hall. He holds his arm as he runs down the hallway, hitting any one he sees.

He reaches the stairs, gasping in relief. There is a boy with blonde hair and big lips, not much older than him, clutching a pipe inside. He opens the door, and the boy shoots up.

"I'm not one of them!" he shouts out when the boy raises the pipe. The boy lowers the pipe, looking at him warily.

"Good. You're the first survivor I've seen." he says, lowering himself against the wall.

"What do you mean 'surviror'? What the hell is going on here?" Finn shouts, running his hands through his hair.

"You don't know? Dude, we're in a zombie apocalypse. At least, that's what I think. Like I said, you're the only survivor I've seen. Everyone else is dead." he laughs bitterly. Finn feels sick again, but lowers himself next to the boy.

"This is fucking crazy. How the hell did this happen?"

"I don't know. I just woke up, and bam! Zombies everywhere." he says.

"Same here." Finn replies. They sit in silence for a few moments.

"I'm Sam. Sam Evans." the boy extends his hand to him.

"Finn Hudson." he shakes Sam's hand, glad to have found someone alive.

"Well, Finn, I can't stay here forever. I'm going to Texas. I heard its safe there. I'm just gonna find a car, take some weapons, and get my ass out of here. You interested?" Sam asks. Finn's about to say yes, because it sounds so tempting. He shakes his head though.

"I can't. I've got to get a hold of my parents. I need to find them. I've got to find my brother, too. I can't leave them." he says. He really needs to make sure they're safe.

"They live anywhere near New York?" Sam asks. Finn shakes his head.

"Well, my brother does. He goes to NYU with me. My parents live in Ohio." he answers. Sam shakes his head.

"Can't help you. I can't take my chances of going anywhere else. I know my parents are in Texas, they went on vacation there. Word of advice, though. Don't expect your folks to be alive. This is happening everywhere, Finn." Sam gives Finn a sad smile, before standing up. Finn shakes off what he said, because he knows his parents are alive.

"Good luck, Sam." Finn shakes his hand again, before making his way down the stairs.

"Hey, Finn!" he turns at the sound of his name. "If you do make it to Texas, come find me." Finn nods.

"I will, Sam. Stay safe." and with that, Finn continues walking down the stairs.


He quietly makes his way around the dorms. He's terrified, and ever since meeting Sam, he can't stop thinking about just leaving and heading to Texas. He knows he can't do that, though. He cares way too much about his family.

He finally makes it to the door leading to outside. He looks out the window of the door, and his heart drops.

"Holy shit." he whispers. There has to be over a hundred zombies roaming the campus. He going to need something stronger than a baseball bat if he wants to make it to the other side of the campus, where Kurt's dorm is located. If he remembers correctly, there is a gun shop about a block from the campus. If what Sam says is true, and everyone is infected, he should be able to get a gun and ammo without a problem.

He's already moving before he can think of any other plan. Most of the zombies are in the center, so he sticks to the sides of buildings. He makes it to the sidewalk, and there are a billion more zombies. If he wants to make it, he has to give it all he has. He sprints, and thanks God that he's still in shape from football. Zombies try to attack him as he runs past, but they all move slowly.

He thinks he might actually make it.

He turns the corner, and rams straight into a zombie. He's knocked back, and the zombie is coming at him. He punches it back, trying to regain control of his bat. The zombie comes again, and this time, Finn swings his bat, knocking it off it's feet. He begins running again, but stops when he looks down at his leg. There is a scratch, and it burns every time he moves his leg. He keeps hobbling down, managing to miss zombies. Cars are scattered around the road, each one abandoned, or the person laying dead inside. He looks away, not wanting to think about it.

He see the gun shop now, and hope is beginning to fill his chest. He runs up to the door and tries to push it open, but it's locked. He doesn't want to risk breaking the glass and setting off an alarm, so he heads to the back door. Several zombies are crowding it, and he hits each one with the bat. When they are all down, he prays that the door is unlocked. When it opens, he wants to shout out in joy, but manages to stop himself.

He closes the door softly behind him, and begins to walk towards the front. He gets to the counter and he bends down. The glass is broken already, leaving the guns open. He picks a shotgun, liking the way it looks. He's paying attention to the gun and when he rises, he is met with the barrel of another gun.

"Who the hell are you?"


Another story? Wow. Sorry! But I had this idea when I was watching a zombie show. It came to me and I couldn't stop thinking about it. I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter and I hope you all review! Thanks!

-Kelsey