There's No Such Thing As Winning Or Losing.
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Important note…
Some of the scientific explications are not valid/possible, don get mad about it, after all science is in a state of perpetual improvement. Science frequently makes mistakes, but the process is designed so that mistakes are discovered and corrected over time….so maybe some day, someone will prove me right…Just joking.
Alternative time line in Glee…
**Quinn had sex with Puck, but he had used a condom (Beth doesn't exist).
**Days after their affair a drunken Puck bragged about Quinn's cherry with half of the football team.
**Following a slushy attack and a nasty prank from the Cheerios to Rachel, David broke the rules he had made with his best friend, causing a fight between Puck and Finn.
**In the altercate Puck told Finn about his sex-escape with Quinn.
**Quinn got dumped by Finn, affecting her popularity.
**Finn and Rachel had become an item, until Rachel had enough of the selfish oaf. Then Finn found a new girlfriend.
**Finn proposed to Sugar, and she said yes.
**David tried to take his life.
**Quinn had an accident in her way to Finn's weeding (head contusion, comminuted fracture in her right leg, simple fracture in her left leg ,plus a hairline fracture in her collar bone and multiple wounds…no the bullshit they wrote and showed us in the serie).
**Quinn and David are in the hospital, the weeding has been postponed.
**Blaine's mom died years ago and his dad is very supporting and open minded with his two sons.
Terminology…
Virus: it is a small infectious agent that can replicate only inside the living cells of organisms.
Retrovirus: It is an RNA virus that is duplicated in a host cell using the reverse transcriptase enzyme to produce DNA from its RNA genome. The DNA is then incorporated into the host's genome by an integrate enzyme.
Retroviruses in the Treatment of Human Disease*: scientists have long been intrigued by the idea of using retroviruses to insert desirable genetic material into human chromosomes to treat a variety of diseases and control virus (making it lie dormant).
* A great deal of research will be necessary before retroviruses find routine use in medical therapy, but the very mechanism which makes retroviral diseases difficult to treat may soon be turned to humankind's advantage.
Mydriasis : it is a dilation of the pupil, usually defined as when having a non-physiological cause, but sometimes defined as potentially being a physiological pupillary response.
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1918
The Great World had ended… the allies found some laboratories with a strange virus samples that in theory it can create a race of super humans… the winers are aware that it is virtually impossible to trace a virus back to the point of origin… the data proclaims Attila, Akhenaten, Caligula, Nero, Emperor Wu of the Han dynasty, Peter the Great, Joan of Arc and Marquis De Sade were some of the individuals affected for this specific agent… more investigation will be required.
At Lima Memorial Hospital…
David Karofsky suddenly woke up and sat very still, he had heard something familiar "No, I am imagining things" he smiled when his eyes had stopped in a particular Get Well Gift, a expensive teddy bear with a card that said:
'The tragedy of you ceasing to exist, because of your overwhelming hopelessness or frustration would be devastating to our unusual family. I'm aware that we have been highly misunderstood and self questioned about where we fit in this chaotic world which in a way is more than ironic; why are you trying so hard to fit in, when you were born to stand out?. However I want you to know that I'm here for you fully and unconditionally. Please stop being reluctant about your fears and thoughts, because I will listening you without criticisms or judgments…IN OTHER WORDS…ASSHOLE, don't you dare to scare me like that again or you will wake up with the tattoo worlds 'Sorry girls, I suck dick' in a visible place, plus I will kick you in your manhood and I want to be a godmother'
With love RB.
PD: the flower agreement it's a special one, I am honestly convinced that those two are crazier than us.
His best friend had been the one that cut the lace saving his life and took his hand all the way to the hospital. When he had been stabilized and they were alone, she slapped him in the face and gave him a hard time.
"I love you shorty and I hate that we have been counseling our friendship" Dave murmured.
"I conclude it's a new kind of flue" the voice paused "…headache, nausea, vomiting, constant chills, sweats, mydriasis and photosensitivity followed by dementia…that boy is the twentieth case in less than an hour and we are having reports from other hospitals" a resident doctor was speaking with a nurse when they came in.
"Hello, young man, you will be release tomorrow. Did the therapist give you your session's schedule?" The doctor was been to polite for Dave taste, he was trying to impress the nurse and probably got into her pants.
"Yes, thank you" David smiled, sounding calm even if he had known those symptoms and their fatal consequences; he had to get out of there. When the staff left his room, he texted
Shorty, you better don't come with your little sister, something about the flue... hugg Cat…Kisses.
David Who
He unplugged and turned off all the machines round him.
-GLEE-GLEE-GLEE-
1968
In fifty years of conducting tests…we have developed an inactivated vaccine consists of one of the weakest strain of the Casus virus… unfortunately one of every fifty new born babies' B cells hadn't been capable of generating antibodies to that antigen…consequently the vaccine it is a failure, the remained babies would be in observation.
David had sneaked out of his room and was ready to take the elevator, when BOMP! He collapsed with no other that Santana Lopez.
She looked at him "David, what the Hell! I was in my way to see you"
-Crap! Just my luck-"Santana, that's very kind of you, but as you can see I had been realized" he was avoiding her eyes.
Santana wasn't buying it; he was nervous "R-e-a-lly?"
He scanned the area and saw the Casanova doctor walking toward them .He pushed Santana in, closing the door.
"Are you trying to escape? Davis are you nuts?...Wait! Forget what I said, of course you are crazy...that's why you are here…"
"Santana please, you don't know what are you taking about it" the door opened, reveling a little diva.
"¡Suéltame! (Let me go!)" She slapped him "Oompa Loompa! What are you doing here?"
A Rachel Berry in jeans and a hoodie, turned around to a couple behind her and said "Sorry, mam…sir…she is deeply upset. My brother… her boyfriend and some of our friends had a car accident… a drunk truck driver lost control and hit them" a tear was running over her check "They are going to be fine, but…" her voice was trembling "…they are badly bruised. Would you be so kind to give us some privacy and lets us take the elevator alone?"
The old couple was deeply moved by her tale "Sure, Darling" the woman said "We understand, we will pray for their fast recovery"
"Thank you, you are too kind" she embraced the latina and started to cry "Santana, I understand that you feel anger, but your anger is misguided, we must have faith" Suddenly, Rachel mutated for a messy and distressed girl to a smirking creature as the door closed "Dave to the four floor, please"
Santana was still in shock, glaring at Rachel with bewilderment while the pair grabbed her to Quinn's room.
"You didn't tell me that Quinn's fractures" he was staring at her broken legs.
"You had enough on your plate, Dave Who. I didn't want to disturb you more" Rachel remarked.
"WTF! You two are scaring me" Santana exclaimed, recovering of her silent state.
"David, Rach have you come to see Q? She is going to be happy to see you guys, she will be in a wheelchair for a couple of months, today is her last day in the hospital that's why San and I are here, Ms. F went home to prepare all for Quinn" she gazed at David "Dave, why are you gagging Santana? She just likes to do that, when we are playing Sexy Cowboys and Indians" the blonde was confused.
Rachel felt a smirk tugging at her lips at that mental image, then shook her head and said "Britt, some scientists have been spending their available time, putting their smart brains to take advantage of naturals human's enemies in order to improve the genotype of their victims. Britt, you had enjoyed the benefits of our unique gene pool some time ago. However…"
"SHORTY!" David snapped
"What?" Rachel snapped back.
"You are rambling. It would be better if you keep it simple and brief"
Rachel groaned "I am sorry, it will be difficult to get rid of my precise English and enviable manners" David rolled his eyes and she asked "Do you trust me, Britt?"
"Most of the times, because you are a little bit too intense" the tall blond said sincerely.
Rachel was smiling, she would have been fuming if the comment had come for another person, but the dancer was too sweet to speak with malice.
Dave was laughing hard.
Rachel blushed and then slapped Dave in the head "Britt, do you remember when that truck almost hit you?"
Britt smile faltered for a second "Yes, I do. You were awesome, you ran really fast, picked me, jumped and kept running, until we were in the sidewalk" the dancer was smiling again "You should have been there Sanny, it was after one of hour dance classes Lord Tubbington was a little bad kitten, he jumped from my arms to the street" Britt made a sad face "and I went behind him too worried to see the red light"
Santana looked at the diva skeptically and tried to speak "HHGGGRR RRNNNN GNGGGG GHHHH GGGRRR!"
"No Sanny, I am telling the true. Rachel saved me; she is a super hero, but you can tell to anybody because it is a secret similar to the fact that Rach and David have been friends for years" Britt explained, silencing the gagged latina.
"Thanks Brit, but I'm not a …" she thought better her words, she could explained her later "…something very wrong is going to happen and we want to help you all. But first we have to get out of here. Do you believe me?"
Britt nodded "What about my mom, she will be working the nightshift in the ER?"
"Your mother is a doctor!" Dave said in disbelief as Rachel texted an old ally.
"Yes, she met my father in the ER"
"He is a doctor too!"
"No silly, he was a professional motor cross rider, now he has her own team"
"That's make sense" David asserted as Rachel and Santana gave him a dirty look.
"I texted Sylvester, she might be able to hold her back; hospitals are not good place to go in an outbreak" while her friends had been speaking, Rachel had unplugged Quinn an picked her in her arms"
"Berry?" the smaller blonde opened her eyes.
"Shhhhhh! Go to sleep" the brunette whispered with affection.
"Ready" Karofsky announced, cutting the plastic band of Quinn's wrist.
"Perfect" Rachel stated and turned at Britt "I have my Jeep Wrangler parking in the lot, take the stairs, we will follow you behind" Rachel gave her a pair of keys.
"Is the green one, right?" the brunette nodded "Oky"
Santana was thinking that Sue's illegal protein milkshakes had finally damaged her brain; because Karofsky-Berry friendship and Berry's ownership of a badass vehicle were unfailing signs of her insanity.
"Santana, you have three good reasons to come with us without a problem" she pulled over her hoodie rebelling a gun "1st Si no haces lo que te digo, voy a dispararte. No estoy bromeando López, si abres la boca o intentas algo voy a hacerte otro hoyo (If you don't do what I asking you, I will shoot you. I'm not joking if you open your mouth or try something, I'm going to make you another hole)" Rachel had used a sweet voice in her Spanish speech in order to not concern Britt "2nd You will put Britt and Quinn in danger" David showed her his gun and grenade "3rd Guess who Sylvester is?" Santana was pale "Do you understand" all the way Rachel had been ignoring Santana's intense gaze.
Santana nodded expecting to do exactly the contrary of what Rachel had ordered while a smiling Britt kissed her cheek and left to the parking lot.
Rachel effortlessly supported Quinn with one arm as she gathered up some of the blondes belongings "Let her go and took off the gag her, Dave Who" she chucked at Santana expression "So Satan, how are you feeling about pillaging? I bet your father Lucifer would be proud" she joked oblivious to Santana's intention to strike her.
-GLEE-GLEE-GLEE-
1992
After more than seventy years of experimentation…we have succeeded, engineering perfect host for the Casus Virus…two of every ten new born babies survives the infection of the virus and the retrovirus treatment…we have accomplished the fists real steps to eradicate all humankind diseases, since the discovery of the first strain of the virus in Central Powers' laboratories in 1918…the vaccine remains a failure.
"Her parents are scuba diving in Playa del Carmen (México)" responded Britt, Santana had been restrained by Rachel, after her failure effort to hit her.
"When are they coming back?"
"In two weeks" the tall blonde replied, looking with delight how David took off the gag from her girlfriend.
"Shit!" Rachel proclaimed.
"Maybe Sylvester knows someone of the older generations there" Dave offered.
"Her house is the blue one" Britt announced as Rachel parked in a big house near to Britt's.
"Wow Santana, this place is very…NOT Lima Heights Adjacent" she mocked and took off the gag from Santana. Rachel was expecting a space that went into an era of sharp decline in the residents' quality of life, not a fancy house -Holy crap! Santana's manor made Quinn's one looks like a piece of shit-
"Listen perra (Bitch), I used to live in Lima Heights Adjacent until I was six…and do you know what goes down in Lima Heights Adjacent?" she menaced Rachel from the back seat.
"Cosas malas (Bad Things) Uuuughh! I'm so scared" Rachel rolled her eyes –Santana's badass has dropped from 10 to 3, spoiled and rich brat; Lima Heights…what a joke!- "Come on Britt, I am going to request your help" she got out of the car and carried Santana to her house.
"Tell me the true, Hobbit, what kind of steroids are you taking? And why are you helping her Britt?"
"I trust her" was the simple reply of the bubbling blonde.
Inside the Piece's residence…
"Britt, thanks God! This woman is crazy" a more mature Brittany look alike said. She was tied up in a chair with a crazy Coach aiming at her with a Remington Model 7600.
"Streisand, Closetsk-in" the coach said without moving a muscle "You are late. I can see that my taxes has been invested in worthless humans and crappy training"
"Did you think the same of your sister?" David had had enough…the knowing that he would never be normal, his sexual insecurities, his poor biological mother, his motherfucker father, the rage, the homophobic jerks that used to been his friends, the disappointment in Rachel's eyes, the shitty hospital, a dope Quinn, a bimbo Britt, an insane Santana and now a bastard Coach.
Sue Sylvester was aiming the gun to David "How dare you, sucking bag of dicks?"
"What's wrong with you two? I was uncertain how we would react to the pressure of an outbreak, since we usually don't have the most courteous relationship in our quotidian interaction, but I was expecting a higher level of maturity from you two" Rachel demanded, putting herself between the two armed persons "Dave, apologize"
(Flashback)
After Jean Sylvester's funeral…
Sue was dying inside, her sister Jean was everything for her. Every night at 10 AM Jean used to call her because she wanted to hear her voice; the way she smiled every time Sue was there ready to read her, the mutual comfort they had always found in each other. Doris Sylvester and his husband had been the most cruel and egoist persons Sue have knew, they had signed the documents that allowed the allies to experiment in her older sister –Fucking bastards- they put them in a military school, where everyday she fought against her sister's bullies, trying to mitigated her sister's unnatural cravings, Sue became the monster the allies had attempted to create of her sister.
She hated the world, because her parents and some idiots had wanted to transform the sweetest human in a lethal weapon; at list with the years they had been able to cage the beast and her sister had lived with love. She wished to hold her just one more time…ten more seconds— Was that too much to ask for?-
Sue was staring at her sister's empty coffin; they hadn't let her buried -not even in the death Jean body would rest in piece. Someday I will revenge- people had scattered, expecting two figures that had remained in the shadows.
"What do you want? You have her body, leave me alone" her voice was full of venom.
"We just want to offer you our assistance and show our appreciation to you and your sister. She was a remarkable brave woman and an example for all of us; and you, Coach are a living role model of determination and discipline"
Sue knew that voice "Streisand?"
The petite figured walked toward her "If it is any consolation to you, the virus was the major reason of her longevity" she extended her hand, Rachel was giving her back her sister pendant, the one she had always use in her neck, the one that had their picture, the one they had taken with her sister body "We tracked it for you" the agency had plundered her sister room, replacing and choosing what to leave behind.
"How? Who? Why?" the Coach wasn't thinking clear.
Rachel turned and picked up her hair, showing her the tattoo "We cant tell you how and I'm not sure to tell you who, we don't want to put our friends in danger" the other figure was behind Rachel "Why?…that easy, there are some things worth dying for and this is one, we are not guinea pigs" the coach took the pendant.
"We are honored that we were able to be of assistance If it's the end of the world or you are in real problems you can count with us" David said, presenting her a large box "It's clean" the box had a bow and a note that read 'Happy Remington!"
"Don't worry Coach; we are not expecting a change of hearth toward us. How knows maybe you'll get lucky and shoot us with it" Rachel smiled tugging David's hand, announcing their cue to exit the building.
"Wait" the taller woman said.
Rachel threw her arms in the air in exasperation "You don't have to push me Coach; if Will Schuester is bitten, I would confer you the honor to slaughter him" Rachel said half serious half joking.
Sue was taken back for the diva's humor "You better sign that Streisand" the edges of Sue's lips quirked up "Can we talk?" she asked.
(End Of Flashback)
They were too engaged in the tension to pay attention to the noises outside, specially the 'BAMP, BAMP' in the front door.
Britt had moved in the direction of the entrance, when she peered in door oculus and saw Mr. Spencer, she started to speak.
"Who are you Mr. Spencer?" Britt asked "What are you doing here?"
The figure made no response. It looked up at the tall blonde with hungry, revealing blood red eyes and unhealthy mottled skin. Britt jumped back and the figure rushed at her.
Rachel grabbed her gun and shot him in the head. Then slammed the door shut "David, Coach Sue this is no the MOTHER FUCKER MOMENT to start a fight between us, look what almost happened" Brittany was looking back and forth from the corpse to Rachel, while Susan (Britt's mom) and awakened Quinn were screaming as the other three witnesses were quiet "He wasn't himself anymore" Rachel moved a heavy furniture to secure the entry "Silence!" she commanded and added "Britt, could you please hug your mother, she is going to be sick"
A paralyzed Santana was opening and closing her mouth –Shit, shit, shit…this is the Judgment Day, well at list my brain is fine- she smiled -I'M NOT INSANE, YIPPEE!- then her face changed –Fuck! WE ARE GOING TO DIE-
Rachel rolled her eyes in exasperation "Are you going to stay there or come here and see the infected idiot?" the little brunette pushed them.
For the tree females, the body looked human at first glance; however upon closer inspection it was revealed to be something entirely different. Its arm was bent awkwardly (probably dislocated), her eyes were red, her pupils expanded, her skin lacked the normal color, his clothes were in bad condition and the most important it had dried blood around its face, a human finger in his mouth and his penis was still hard and on view thanks to his opened zipper.
Rachel shot him again, surprising Susan, Brittany, Santana and Quinn "Use your brain; damage theirs" the diva shrugged, then pushed the wheelchair she had stolen to transport the Former Head Cheerio "You need to recognized the infected, Quinn"
Quinn was caught short; she wanted to scream, hug, slap and kiss her personal mini savior.
-GLEE-GLEE-GLEE-
Casus Virus (Casus means accident, chance or fortune in Latin)
After the virus enters the characters bloodstream, the virus would be usually to manifest itself in the victim's behavior in the former twelve to sixteen hours (before that the infected would present fever, headache, nausea, vomiting, constant chills, sweats,…,fatigue and mydriasis . This is a sad time for the infected in hand as they cannot control the state they will live or die in after the Casus virus takes over. The virus can also pass through bodily fluids and has an almost 100% communicability rate, though it may be noted that some individuals posses immunity, allowing them to become infected with the virus without exhibiting any of its more precarious symptoms.
The Casus virus causes its victims (those who don't die after the initial symptoms) to permanently enter a primal state of murderous rage, dementia, cannibalism, sexual desire, and a longing to spread the infection or kill the uninfected above all else, plus a beyond normal stamina?. The infected are reduced to an animalistic state of permanent hostility and aggression, driving them to attack non-infected with no concern for their own safety and no moral or other inhibitions that could control their actions and behavior.As time goes by, the brain reaches a state of near absolute useless in addition to this condition of mental torpor, the infected develops an aversion to lighting spaces. The individuals that survived the virus and the fist animalistic instincts develop stamina, strength and other skills above the average, plus a odd lack of fear; throughout their life survivors will experience from madness, paranoia, fury and sexual urges: strong crisis that will drive them to fatal destinies.
The Casus vaccinated subjects had some of the Casus virus Host characteristics(see below) plus many side effects like temporaries tumors in the brain.
The Casus virus hosts (after been submitted to a retroviruses treatment) are blessed with superhuman strength, speed, agility and vision. Their bodies mutate and operate on their emergency adrenaline all the time which let them torequire extra food. These individuals have gained the advantages of the virus suffering only minor side effects as rage, permanent sexual aroused, mydriasis and in extreme cases cardiovascular complications, febrile convulsions and organ failure. Most of the side effects can be controlled maintaining certain habits and drug medication.
**Previous files have informed us that only 3% of the world population is immune to the virus, even so those survivors would suffer similar symptoms to the vaccinated subjects.
"Get the fuck out of here! Are you saying that we are dealing with zombies" Santana cursed, although she wasn't quite sure who or what she was cursing.
"Kind of…the first legends of super humans, demons, werewolves, vampires and zombies came from the infected" explained Sue, inspecting the Pierces and Lopez clothes with approval "Good job Berry, you must change too"
"I know, but I was in my way to the hospital when I received David's text" Rachel stated "This stupid hood is like a zombie happy meal handle: Grab here and bite"
"I think zombies are kind of cute" Britt let out.
"Seriously?" Dave asked.
"I may be thinking about bunnies. Which one has the fluffy little tail, zombies or bunnies?" the blonde asked as Susan facepalmed and groaned 'just like her father'.
"Bunnies" Santana responded.
Brittany frowned and turned to a small grin as she got it. "Then it's bunnies I'm thinking of"
They had been listening sporadic screams and noises from the street.
"We don't have time for useless questions" the little diva was annoyed "We had explained you the basics, we must split and found the others"
"But you and he are infected" Susan remarked.
"Yes and no... the important part is that we can't transmit you the virus and we are your best chance to survive" Rachel had been avoiding long explications –Long explications are equal to less time, I have to stop my verbal diarrhea - "You will have plenty time to play Doctor House and make theories in a near future; right now we have other priorities. We need to split"
"Who made you the boss?" Santana scowled.
"Rachel got close to the latina, took her by the collar, and lifted her from the ground with one hand "The same idiots that use us like guinea pigs, therefore Uncle Sam"
"I was just wonder, that's all" Santana articulated in fear, suddenly Rachel smirked and dropped her.
If Quinn was impressed before that was a statement, but at that moment she was felling a strange feeling in her stomach and lower body –Wow! She lifted Santana with one hand, that was sexy…what?...not sexy just fascinating…yeah that's all!-
"Dave, you know what to do; take Susan with you" David nodded "Coach, do you wan to go with ..."
"Streisand, I m not a toddler. I'm going alone"
"NO!" she ordered "We are taking a partner in my case I will take two, I would need an extra hand with Quinn"
"Ok, I take Susan" the Coach said "Who you choose as a backup, Sandbags?"
"I don't want to be separate from Britt" Santana looked worried.
Sue didn't have time for sappy moments "You and your plastic muchachas (girls=breasts) are going with The Duke of Kent; Tweedle-Dumb and Quinn would be fine with Bite-size, I promise"