Blaine woke up as if it was any ordinary day, grooming and dressing himself, and so he headed towards the stairs. He heard a shudder-worthy groan coming from downstairs and saw blood. He immediately grabbed a baseball bat from his brother's old room, and went down to fight any intruder, but what he saw was much worse than he ever could have expected.
His father's head lay on the floor, bits of flesh torn away, and the body nowhere to be seen, excepting several large bones that lay scattered around the room. His mother however was at the end of the room, her back turned, appearing to be conversing with a strange pale man with... blood on his face, chewing on something, with several human-looking bite-marks on his arm. Oh shit, Blaine thought, his eyes widening. That's a zombie!
Without thinking, Blaine yelled to his mother, "MOM! Run!" As she turned around, he realized the horrible truth. His mother was a zombie. Then with another pang, he realized something else. His mother was going to kill him. The two zombies lurched towards him at jogging speed, their mouths agape, and their hands reaching out towards him...
The last thing Blaine saw before he blacked out was a familiar blond bursting into the room and slashing twin katanas across the necks of the creatures. Similarly, his last thought was, What the hell?...
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"Blaine? Blaine Anderson!? Are you okay? Don't die, I forbid you to die!"
Blaine smiled at the hysterical voice and opened his eyes, reaching up to take Kurt's hand and saying, "Don't be silly, Kurt. Why would I die?"
Kurt looked over Blaine at the figure who had just come into the room.
"He doesn't remember, does he?" Sam Evans remarked.
Kurt shook his head.
Sam strode towards them at an even pace and said to Blaine, "I'm going to break it to you as lightly as I can. Look out that window, Blaine."
Blaine did as he was told, and a sight of carnage met his eyes as he looked down at the streets of Lima from their perch high in the Town Center. People screaming as they ran through the streets from one zombie, only to be chased and eaten by another.
Blaine's current thought echoed the thought he had before passing out. What the hell? When he voiced this thought, it was met with a cold voice that Blaine didn't recognize coming from Sam.
"We're one of several remaining camps around Lima. In the five camps, there are less than two hundred survivors total. We're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, Blaine. The quicker you accept that, the quicker you can learn to survive. And if you don't learn, well, I don't think I need to explain what could happen." Sam strode out of the room, angrily walking down the hall outside.
Blaine stared after him, and then turned to Kurt, standing up, and saying to him, "What can I do to help?"