Authors note thingermabob: this is my first fanfiction and i just came up with the idea when i was bored and my best friend said it was a good idea so i rolled with it, enjoy :-)
"Medicine!" Brittany said holding up a plastic bag filled with vitamins, "its all they need"
Santana couldn't bring herself to correct Brittany. She never could. So she just nodded and smiled.
"Right? That's all they need. It's just an infection. The TV people only say its an infection so we'll just give them some Flintstones gummies and we can go home" Brittany said smiling broadly.
"Sure, Britt" Santana said with a sad smile, knowing they can't go home anytime soon. She hugged Brittany as she heard the too familiar scream outside.
It started out with images of bumbling bloody people or pseudo peopleon the TV, staggering towards the camera. It was an epidemic made by terrorist, the government, or God. It was a real life horror movie. Then came the deaths, by the hundreds.
It was just in Europe, then Asia, and Africa. It soon moved to Australia. It was nowhere near the USA. The country quarantined itself, not daring to get sick, no one was allowed in or out. Schools closed. McKinley was one of the last to close. It was everywhere. The TV, radio, and Internet. Everyone was quiet. The whole world was quiet. Lima was quiet.
Soon it wasn't just on the TV. It was outside their windows. Rachel saw the first zombie in the summer, stumbling outside her window, groaning. Paralyzed with fear she couldn't let out a scream for one of her dads who was in the kitchen making dinner for the Berry family. So she watched the zombie stumble onto the street and out of view.
It only took a week.
1:43 PM March 28th 2012
Kurt checked his phone:
*1 new text from Quinn Fabray*
"McKinley. NOW. Bring food, clothes & guns"
"BLAINE!" Kurt shouted, "BLAINE!"
Blaine came running down the stairs into Kurt's room with a pistol.
"Everything okay?" Blaine asked, sweating.
"Yes. Grab anything you need. We're going to McKinley." Kurt said
scrambling to get his things.
"Why?" Blaine asked as he gathered his things.
"Quinn just texted. I don't know but we have to trust her"
Blaine looked hard at his baby faced boyfriend, "okay."
They grabbed food and clothes and guns and hopped in Kurt's car. Kurt sped to McKinley. They passed a dozen of the lifeless monsters. Kurt clipped one with the side of his car. Some of them were bleeding and some of them were limbless but they all stared into his car like they were a feast. They all remind Kurt of his father's lifeless corpse.
They got Burt the first night he epidemic spread to Lima.
"Kurt," Burt pleaded, "just shoot me. I'm dying. Please"
"Kurt, he's in extreme pain. Just put him out of his misery" Blaine added.
Kurt grabbed his gun, "I love you, dad. Forever." And aimed.
"I love you too, Kurt." Kurt pulled the trigger.
Burt's bloody corpse was tattooed on the inside of Kurt's eyelids as he drove. The streets are littered with abandoned cars, dead animals, and dead people. The sky is cloudless and blue and the sun shines happily.
Its so right yet so wrong.
They got to McKinley and race to the school doors with their belongings in hand.
The door is locked.
"DAMMIT," Blaine shouted, "Call Quinn." Blaine demanded. Kurt's shaky hands dialed her number. She answered on the first ring.
Without a greeting she said, "Key taped under the McKinley sign. Choir room."
Dial tone.
Kurt bolted to the McKinley sign and quickly looked for the key. He retrieved it and ran to unlock the door.
"Get in" He pushed Blaine inside and jogged and taped the key back under the sign. He darted into the school and into Blaine's arms.
They walked quickly to the choir room and entered a room alive with chatter. The New Directions were there including Sue Sylvester, Mr. Schue, and Emma Pillsbury.
"Quinn, why are we here?" Kurt asked as soon as he entered.
"We need to stay together. The epidemic is worse." She answered sternly.
"Where are Santana and Brittany?" Mr. Schue asked the room. Silence.
"I text them, I don't know. I'll go get them," Quinn volunteered.
"Its not safe, Quinn" Emma chimed.
"No. They're my best friends." Quinn said simply and she left.
Quinn got into her car and sped toward Santana's house.
2:06 PM March 28 2012
the house is dark when she arrived. She left the car on and the door open when she bolted out of it, towards Santana's house. The door is locked but the window beside it is smashed. Quinn slid her petite body inside.
The house is a war zone. It's silent except for static from a broken TV and a clock ticking. Quinn weaved her way through the wreckage and ran up the stairs.
"Santana!" Quinn shouted.
A voice startled her.
"Quinn!"
Quinn's legs are electrified. She sprinted into Santana's room to find her and Brittany huddled in the corner, both holding guns.
"Thank god you're safe. Okay, let's go" Quinn grabbed both their free hands and they sprinted down the stairs. Quinn looked around and fondly remembered the times she spent in the Lopez house. The 3 rushed out the door to find an infected monster circling her car.
"Gun" Quinn whispered. Santana handed her a gun and Quinn calmly aimed at its head.
"Mr. Tylo!" Brittany squealed, "He's my neighbour! Don't shoot him"
The zombie snapped its neck in the 3 girls direction and took a shaky step toward them. Eyes white and glassy it stared and took another step.
"Brittany, he's not your neighbour anymore" Santana said to her girlfriend.
"No! He let's me play with his dog! Mr. Tylo! How is Cork? Mr. Tylo how is your dog?" Brittany asked the zombie stumbling toward them.
"Santana, distract her" Quinn said, still aimed at the zombie.
"Hey Britt! Look! A kitty!" Santana said pointing in the other direction.
Bang.
The zombie fell to the ground and Quinn hopped over his body to her car. Santana and Brittany followed. They hopped in and sped towards McKinley.
"Hey where did Mr. Tylo go?" Brittany asked as she stepped over his bloody body.
When they arrived, Rachel is waiting anxiously.
Rachel swings open the door as the 3 girls spurt towards the school.
"Quinn. Are you okay?" Rachel asked Quinn in a serious voice.
"Fine," the blonde answered shakily.
They rushed back to the choir room to find Mr. Schue gone.
"Ms. Pillsbury, where is Mr. Schue?" Rachel asked in a whisper.
"Oh, he just went to get foo-" a blood curdling scream ripped through the chatter. Emma and Rachel tore out of the room followed by the rest of the new directions. Another blood curdling scream tore the air and it came from a man being lifted up by a large pack of the infected.
"WILL!" Emma screamed, she sprinted forward but Puck pulled her back.
Will's insides were being pulled out and eaten in front of their eyes.
"NO," Emma cried, "NO! PLEASE!" Emma sobbed into Puck's chest.
The zombies dumped Will onto the ground, his insides scattered everywhere.
"I'm sorry, Emma." Sue said silently. She got out her glock and shot Will between the eyes.
"Choir room, please" Rachel said quietly.
The group slowly walked back to the choir room, talking softly.
2:39 PM March 28 2012
"Everyone grab your stuff, we need height. We need to get on the roof. Coach Sue, do you know how?" Quinn asked.
"Of course I know how, I'm Sue Sylvester." Sue said smugly.
"This is no time for cheek. Get us to the roof" Quinn said tartly.
"Hey, listen here, highlighter head, you don't talk to me like that"
"You are being immature. Get us to the roof!"
"Keep talking to me like that and all you'll get is a bullet in the face"
"Try me" Quinn said with a snarl.
"HEY, HEY," Sebastian said loudly, "Calm down! We have to stand together and this is how we are already? Threatening to shoot each other in the freaking face? NO. Both of you calm down. Coach Sue, lead us to the roof, please?"
Sue curled her lip and silently led the way to the roof. The new directions grouped themselves in a clump in the middle of the roof.
Quinn faced the group, "As I said," Quinn started, "we need height. So we're going to stay up here during the day and during the night we'll stay downstairs."
"What are we going to eat?" Artie asked.
"Yeah, what arewe going to eat?" Sugar asked, "I'm starving. I'm not used to this, I need food. And quality food-"
"Shut up, Sugar," Blaine snapped, "this isn't all about you."
"So, I was getting to that. Who wants to go find food?" Quinn asked the group.
"I'll go." Puck moved to the front of the group.
"Me too." Rory piped up.
"Okay," Quinn pulled the two boys aside, "look in the kitchens for food. Got it?"
Puck and Rory nodded curtly and scrambled downstairs.
"C'mon let's go to the kitchens" they jogged towards the cafeteria and to the kitchen door.
The door was locked.
"Are you joking?" Puck yelled. He found a fire extinguisher, broke the protective glass, and took the extinguisher. He slammed the bottom of the extinguisher into the top of the dead bolt. The dead bolt fell off with a resounding clatter on the ground.
The two boys swung open the door to find a zombie blundering between the sinks. Rory quickly whips out his gun and shoots the bumbling zombie twice in the head.
"Nice shot, Irish" Puck said appreciately.
"Thanks, me mam she -" Rory began with a smile.
"No time for stories. Got to get food" Puck interrupted. Rory's face sank into a frown but he followed Puck in silence.
The two of them raided the kitchen and brought up all the food in canvas bags they found under the main sink.
3:01 PM March 28 2012
The New Directions were crowded around the bags of food Sam and Rory brought up.
"Okay, we have to... Um," Finn stammered, "we have to-"
"Ration." Rachel said helpfully.
"Yeah! Ration all the food so we don't run out" Finn continued, "and someone has to-"
"Whoa, whoa, baby whale," Santana interrupted, "we have to be smart. I mean, who let manboobs McGee talk? "
Finn was brimming with anger, "you know what, santana? This isn't the time for your stupid little jokes-"
"Shut up, manatee-"
"Hey! No fighting. Didn't you hear what Sebastian said before? -" Sam interjected.
"We don't need your help, trouty mouth-" a deafening gunshot split the arguing.
"Keep arguing and next time you get that between your eyes," Quinn said coolly, she ran her fingers through her short pink hair, "finn is right, Santana-" santana glared at finn, "But santana you're also right-"
"HA! And that's how we do it, Lima Heights style!" Santana shouted proudly.
"- As I was saying. We need to ration this food and be smart" she prodded the bags with her boot clad toe, "who wants to organize it?"
A small hand shot up from the back of the group. Rachel stretched her arm as tall as it possibly could go and jumped on the tips of her toes. She moved to the front of the crowd and put her hand down.
"I'll do it," Rachel said with a willing smile, "we'll sort them into groups. Canned, meat, vegetables, fruits-"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. As long as it's organized," Quinn said with a wave of her hand.
The heat rose to Rachel's face and her face fell.