A/N: (authors re-visit) Upon re-reading I have learnt two things about my story a) I am desperately in need of a spelling/grammar reevaluation due to a lack of a beta or ability to proof-read efficiently. b) I have improved vast amounts and am still doing so throughout this story, thus the beginning chapters are cringe inducing.

For these I apologize profusely and hope that you can look over any earlier failings. I don't know how to ask you to stick it out for a few chapters to see if you'll get into it without begging so, pleaseee? Any reviews really do help me, I have been blessed with the devotion of several readers on this story and any/all other support that I have received.

AU. I mean season one doesn't start in quite the same fashion, majortally due to a zombie apocalypse. Though I should probably tell you there is a substantial amount of other supernatural happenings and characters.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the charters or of course Glee itself, I'm no Ryan Murphy.


I let the music blast around me, vibrations reverting out of every crevice in my room. Returning to my ears with deafening velocity, my every nerve standing on edge, rippling with energy I set about getting ready, precisely the amount of energy that it takes to keep up my façade. If I had it my way I would be donning my favorite frayed shorts, not a skirt, never a skirt, I'd avoid them, skirts aren't practical. A skirt would leave me helpless in a full-scale alien attack. I wouldn't wear this cross either but I figure that if I were challenged by a vampire I'd be prepared. I pondered the possibilities for the day perhaps Colin McGrath who resembled something of a Clark Kent with his thick-rimmed glasses and slicked back hair albeit au naturel grease would stop a green-clothed fist beating its way out of an underground chamber across the canteen, it is Ohio after all. Yes today could be the day, today could be exciting, or of course today could be like any other day. Today could be shit.

I am Lucy Quinn Fabray; daydreamer, hard studying, comic book obsessing geek extraordinaire.


The day started off as they usually do, Santana greeting me at the school gates with Brittany in their minuscule uniforms of red branding them fellow cheerleaders. After an exchange of greetings the two girls continued as usual to flank me walking into the school buildings. Where also as usual every eye was on me, jealous, lusting or admiring, they all had a common aspect; they were all devoted. I split the crowd like God split the Red sea, if I so chose to flash a smile at one of the non-consequential sheep it would have made their day.

I am Quinn Fabray, golden limbed, blond-headed, all-eyes-on-me lead cheerleader.

What? Double identities are all the Rage just ask Parker.

One of the 'sheep' stumbled before me, Olivia Taylor, a tiny pretty girl who I shared the fifth period with. She opened her mouth forming a question or statement on her lips.

"Santana what's this one's name?" I asked in a stage whisper

"Olivia" She sneered eyeing the tiny girl, who suddenly seemed quite terrified,

"Not worth your time. There are too many people on this earth, we need a plague."

And so I would never know what Olivia wanted to say to me because with that we swooped past and continued down the hall. I knew all of their names, every single one. But I needed to seem superior, that's how it works. By the time we'd made it to my locker my heart was feeling thoroughly heavy, being a bitch isn't easy. With only a moment's warning a clambering mass filled my vision,

"Hey babe"

This is Finn, my charter back to-be-prom-king boyfriend. He wasn't all that bad, a bit of an oath but kind-hearted, as lost in this popularity game as I was. I'm not in love with him; he's just my security blanket, my big handsome security blanket who isn't half bad at kissing. Not that he gets to do any more than kissing; I'm head of the celibacy club so Finn only gets to a balloons distance.

"Morning baby"

And that's really how my day continued, as normal. Well within the school hours that is.


At 5 o'clock I was sat outside the school building, cross-legged with my back -and ear- against the outer wall of the choir room. Finn had left a note on my locker telling me that he couldn't walk me home, in plain sight may I add, the whole school body had seen evidence of the head cheerleader being stood up. I just wouldn't allow it, there's no room for cracks in my façade. So I bullied a few people –I'm not proud of it- into telling me his location, which was apparently in the choir room, after a while of spying I deduced that Finn had mysteriously joined the Glee club. The Glee club! A sure-fire way to fall into the depths of social poverty, worse though, my passion; comic books aside music is my life.

So that's how I ended up being at school when the shit hit the fan. Oh how very unchristian I am.

Sitting waiting to confront him Santana swagged up with her shadow Brittany and Pucks bobbing mohawked head.

"Well we're here"

Is it just me or does someone always state the obvious? Puck was looking down at me his eyes flashing with desire. Puck wanted me, Puck wanted me bad.

"Where is he? Im'ma go all Lima heights on his arse."

"Santana that's not strictly the definition of 'intervention' is it?" I said in a clipped voice with a tight-lipped smile.

#Rule 34: intimidate before they work themselves up. Snip it at the bud.

"Don't hover."

They lowered themselves to the ground beside me, I was their queen, no one stood above me.

"Why do you think he's in Glee club?"

Puck looked as worried as I felt; he didn't want to have to disown his best friend.

"Maybe he's becoming a merman; I considered it myself when I decided to become a mermaid because they always sing don't they?"

Brittany worries me sometimes.

"Well I for one…" but Santana was cut off.

An unearthly noise of whirring silenced our conversation; the school seemed to have become a heavy trafficked airway zone. Puck was the first to speak up,

"Guys those aren't normal helicopters."

"How on earth would you know that?" Santana whipped back on the tail of Pucks last word.

"Because I play COD on a daily basis, okay?"

"You shouldn't play with your food Puck." Brittany retorted

Puck ignored her, "Those are military helicopters."

At that we all sat in silence, letting Pucks words hang in the silence.

That's when the shooting started. Echoing through the otherwise eerily silent town, all the helicopters seemed to be headed towards the town's centre, the hospital to be exact.

"Jesus what's going on down there" Santana's voice had lost its usual indifferent quality.

We sat watching while the helicopters landed disappearing behind the towns buildings, we could still hear a distant ringing of gunshot.

"For once in my life I want to be watching the news, couldn't have picked a better day Finn, really."

Puck said with an air of sarcasm.

We'd all but forgotten the strange aircrafts when a cheerleader came marching towards us, she'd dressed up as a zombie, a really cool one at that. Her blonde hair was hanging out of her pigtail, her face had the effect of having been slashed at, blood was streaming down one of her golden legs and god forbid it she'd ripped her beloved cheerio's uniform. I could just see Coaches disgusted face now, that made me feel slightly better but this cheerleader was making an obvious move to upstage me. What on earth was going through her mind? She must have known we'd rip her down and I'd have her at the bottom of the pyramid for the next year. A cheerio upstaging me? No. Santana must have thought the same thing because in the next moment she was on her feet,

"What exactly do you think you're doing? Save it for Halloween, but then again I doubt you'll get that far when coach sees the state of your uniform."

Apparently this infuriated the cheerio because upon hearing Santana's shout she began sprinting towards us,

"She's mental" Puck muttered

As she reached us she grabbed Santana by the arms and started gnashing her teeth in her face, only Santana's hand at her throat stopping her from literally biting her, I leapt forward and grabbed the cheerio by her hair who turned to me knocking Santana to the ground where proceeded to Brittany grab hold of her. This cheerio was unreally strong, as though she was holding nothing back, no fear of her own safety, no awareness of protecting herself against my hits, it was as if she couldn't even feel them. Suddenly her leg got twisted with mine and we toppled to the ground, her still trying to bite me –dirty fighter or what?-. Suddenly Puck got hold of her by the shoulders and started throwing her from me; he pulled me into his arms momentarily, leaning over me protectively as we turned our attention back to the girl. But the Cheerio wasn't moving; her head had hit the corner of the brick wall and seemed to have somewhat caved in. Ice water seemed to trickle down my veins.

"Is she knocked out?"

"That looks more than knocked out"

I'd learnt first aid in my preparation for all things irrational so I got down and checked her pulse, her skin was unusually cold, even for a recently dead person, because she was; dead that is. I looked up and told the others,

"She's passed away"

"No! She can't be" Even Santana seemed shaken, and that's saying something.

"Shit, I just killed her, like she's really, really dead"

Getting up I watched Pucks panic set in, his eyes swimming with never seen tears.

We stood in a circle around the girls, no around Jessica Evans corpse. Pure terror written on each of our faces,

"No Puck, I think she really was a, well undead." Saying the words made it seem more real.

"Yeah, it'd be too much of a coincidence for the army to come charging into Lima shooting up the place and this to be unconnected."

I watched as Santana spoke she linked hands with Brittany, her knuckles going white with the pressure of clenching her hand.

"A zombie apocalypse" Puck whispered

"Will there be school tomorrow?"

"I doubt that Brit."


Zombies. I was supposed to be happy right? I'd dreamt about this, wanted this.

Well I didn't feel happy.

I watched the panicked looks on my friend's faces through the unshed tears that made me feel like I was submerged under water, that the fact that my lungs were struggling catch desperate breathes and my mind clouded in a haze gave me the impression of drowning. They must be so scared; they had families, families they weren't with, families that could be zombies already. So did I, but it wasn't the same, not really. My mother probably wouldn't even spare me a thought and my farther would probably just be angry that I hadn't been clever enough to know that a zombie apocalypse was coming and that I should be at home, as if anyone could know that. I looked down at Jessica's corpse, her limbs so pale and her eyes so glassy. She'd had a family too. She wasn't a monster, she was just- just ill; she'd fallen to an illness. I bent back down beside her and gently shut her eye lids with the tips of my pinkie fingers, these people could be like her, like Jessica. I felt a panic fill me like a balloon expanding in my chest, I started to choke on air, panicking, I couldn't gulp it down, trying desperately to slow my breathing, to calm my sobs until eventually I could breathe again. I looked up at Puck, Santana and Brittany I wouldn't let these people fall like Jessica. That's when I made my vow, to protect them, with my life. A small voice in the back of my head whispered 'like a super hero'.

I shut off my emotions; there was no time for them. I had people's lives to protect.

Getting to my feet I wiped my eyes with my wrist and exhaled heavily.

"We're too exposed there."

My voice didn't sound like my own, it sounded strong.

"We need to get inside the school building, we need to be quiet and we need to be vigilant. Puck stay behind us and watch our backs, Brittany you stay in the middle okay? "

"Okay, but what do we do when we get inside?"

"We find the Glee club."

After making our way around the building to the entrance and inside, our footsteps echoing making me cringe internally with every step.

"Do you think there are zombies in here?" Santana whispered from behind me as we approached the choir room corridor,

"Yes. Of that I'm sure."

We all scanned the hallways as we came to the T junction; we all tried our best to ignore the blood stains in the English corridor. We failed. I heard Brittany's stifled sob from behind me, all of my nerves on edge like electricity was shooting up my limbs.

Once we made it to the choir room door I let the fear that I had been trying to supress well up inside me, the door was locked. No, not locked, as I pushed the door I felt resistance but not the complete block that a lock would provide. They had barricaded themselves in, so this meant they'd been attacked, seen the fallen. Had anyone died? Been injured, it was more than likely.

"Hello?" I whispered through the keyhole, panic clear in my uneven voice; so much for my whole 'wiping my emotions clear'.

"People!" A muffled voice came from inside.

"Shut up Finn, we don't know who it is" Mercedes voice was rigid with fear.

"It's Quinn … San, Britt and Puck too. Please let us in?"

After a moment -in which loud scraping noises sounded from behind the door causing me to look around in panic that we'd be heard- the door flew open.

"QUINN!" Finn launched himself on to me

"Finn keep your voice down, we need to get inside right now" My voice was so tense that he complied almost immediately.

Once we were all safely barricaded inside we sat down, we breathed, even if the air was thick with emotions; with fright, with sadness and with an overwhelming sense of awkwardness.

I looked at the tormented faces around me:

Santana holding Brittany and whispering into her ear.

Puck watching me from across the room, I spared him a small comforting smile.

Mr Schuester sitting rocking slightly, a look of fright etched into his face. Mr Schu had a wife to worry about.

Kurt and Mercedes holding each other's hands tightly with Artie watching the doors nervously and Tina crying beside them.

And then my eyes lingered on Rachel Berry who was sitting in the corner being uncharacteristically quiet, she was wearing knee high socks with braided hair, she'd look good in a Lara Croft outfit. I shook my head quickly hoping to shake out that disturbing thought with it.

I let Finn pull me onto his knee where I curled up and lay my head against his chest, I felt his lips pressing onto the top of my head. I let him comfort me, people don't usually comfort me. In fact no one ever has, I let the feeling of him holding me, wanting my safety wash over me. My mom had never cuddled me; she lived in fear, a fear that I never let myself feel. She was scared of my farther, who would give me about as much comfort as a cheese grater. That's why I'm the way I am you see. I was always the weird kid; the kid obsessed with superheroes and who let the walls of fiction and reality blur, the kid who was laughed at, who was tormented and hurt. The kid who lived in her daydreams because they were easier than hearing her parent's arguments, easier than hearing her father's fist.

The second I knew how to contain myself, I did. I stopped letting the world see me, I built walls around my heart. I moved schools, and made a beautiful character for myself to step into.

Quinn Fabray fierce, adored, stunning Quinn.

And of course at school I was badass Fabray who needed no one, who never showed fear or weakness. So I let my walls fall down, if only for a moment I needed to be held, to be looked after. It felt good.

After what felt like an eternity we heard a distant scream, we sat and listened tears falling down the tracks that hadn't had time to dry on my cheeks. The scream didn't last long but it lingered.

Suddenly Rachel broke the silence,

"That isn't the first one, I don't know if you heard it last time?"

I sat up straighter on Finns lap and spoke up,

"We were outside; we don't know what's happened in here…"

"Well we heard this blood curdling scream, it stopped us in our tracks. We were in the middle of rehearsing 'don't stop believing' and at first I thought one of them was severely out of tune, but it just kept going and going."

Mercedes had taken on a disbelieving stance,

"You thought it w- I can't even believe you sometimes."

I felt a smile creep onto my lips in spite of myself, oh Rachel.

Phoebe Cole's piercing scream echoed around the school, it bounced off of the corridor walls until every living and non-living person in the building could hear her. Her eyes were wide like a doe and the undead was her stalking Cougar. She couldn't help the screams bursting ferociously out of her throat, she couldn't help the tears streaming down her face and she couldn't help her lack of forethought. Her screams were drawing the schools population like a siren; she might have survived if she had supressed her screaming. But the undead weren't the only ones drawn by her verbalised pain,

"Don't worry, we're coming!" Artie's shouts hit her like a brick wall.

It occurred to her even as the zombie latched onto her leg sending a searing pain through her body that if this person did try to save her then he would effectively die too.

"NO!"

This word held even more pain and emotion than her terrified screams; this word would hang in the hearts of the five glee members and their mentor who heard it.

"HIDE, HIDE, PLEASE HIDE"

She screamed the word 'hide' again and again as she watched the undead walking, sprinting and dragging themselves towards her. As she watched the hoard approach she thought about how she had wasted her life, studying for a life she would never get to, wasting her short life on earth in science books. If she couldn't live, she would sure as heck save someone else's life in the process.

The Glee members barricaded the choir room doors and sat, sat feeling like cowards listening to her cries as they got softer and softer, until they stopped all together.

"You don't know what's happening." Santana's voice burst out sharply into the silence following Rachel's explanation. Artie wheeled forward,

"Well it's not hard to work out is it? There's a murderer in the school, we've tried ringing the police but no one picked up and then our line went dead."

"No. It's not that good."

"'that good'?"

And so we told them our story, we told them about the girl and the helicopters and the blood stains. We told them about the undead.

"This isn't Sunnydale, stuff like this isn't meant to happen." A Buffy reference, give me a hug girl.

"So this is the apocalypse right? No one survives apocalypses and if they do they're not a group of geeky teens are they?"

At that Santana scoffed

"Speak for yourself Stubbles McCripple Pants"

I sat watching Finn, his eyebrows were knitted and he was pouting; either he was severely constipated or thinking hard.

"I say we need a game plan, an advantage."

To that none of them argued.

"We need to secure our position. If we split up we could barricade all the entrances and windows before night fall."

Finn seemed to want to express his masculinity; it was like watching a puppy asking to be the alpha.

"Well people in horror movies always split up, and then they die."

This was getting us nowhere if not to a slow painful death so I decided to step in, the room had turned into a babbling mess of opinions and making that much noise was a sure-fire way to get us all killed. I jumped up off of Finns lap and onto the grand piano,

"Okay, this is how I see it."

The room silenced, even in an apocalypse apparently the social food chain still stood.

"Us making this much unnecessary noise will end in our corpses, as will us splitting up or us staying in the school. Think about it, we've already seen one cheerleader, cheerleaders don't just wander around alone, they're pack animals. You really think no one had detention tonight? That no geeks are loitering around the library?"

I paused for what would look like dramatic effect but really I was just working myself up to actually say my next statement.

"You think our families are safe?"

I looked around at everyone, watching it slowly dawn on them. Not everyone they loved could still be alive. So who was gone? Who had fallen?

A thought struck me, maybe my mother and farther had fallen. It didn't hurt as much as it should have, my eyes pricked of course but I'd never really had them. It was their fault, they had made me this way. I let my mind briefly wander to the prospect of a zombie rampaging my room and ruining all my priceless comics, I had to suppress a shudder.

"What we need to do is to collect supplies, if we actually want to stay alive that is."

After that we worked out a game plan on the choir room's whiteboard:

Step one. Gather potential weapons.

Step two. Collect food from the canteen.

Step three. Stay alive.