Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Author's Note: Hey people...well everything I'm currently working on is in this beat up notebook next to me. I'm writing a lot because there isn't much else to do. So what I'm gonna do is post a first chapter per say of this story...you tell me whether or not you wish me to continue. I've got about roughly 3 or 4 chapters done on it. It'll only be 5 or 6 long...tops. Anyway...let's just get on with it.
Dusk til Dawn.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." The mantra echoed down the empty hallway. A Latina with dark brown hair messily pulled into a ponytail, scared brown eyes and a cheer leading uniform stained with blood rushed past a bay of lockers her eyes darting over her shoulder then in front of her. She was rapidly approaching an intersecting hallway, her eyes flicked to the left, letting out a shaky breath when it came up empty.
Her eyes suddenly bugged when she felt a hand on her calf. She screamed wrenching her leg forward barely escaping the gaping mouth. She started backpedaling slamming into a row of lockers. Her body seized with fear. She didn't notice the sound of pounding footsteps headed her way. Brown eyes were frozen on the mangled corpse of her perverted history teacher, Mr Penny, there was a large bleeding hole in his neck. It looked like foam pouring from the sides of his mouth liked a rabid dog, his once cold hazel eyes covered in a thick milky film. He let out a loud groan as he drug his body forward, it seemed as though her completely smashed his right knee. He was gaining a fair amount of ground his hands almost able to reach for her blood spattered pumas.
From the corner of her eyes she takes in a pair of black combat boots and a pair of white Adidas's. She sees the glint of the aluminum baseball bat before hearing the squelch and the man's brain matter splattering across the white tiled floors. She snaps her head upwards taking in her saviors. The one in the boots is wearing black cargo pants tucked into the aforementioned boots, a dark grey long sleeved thermal and her brunette hair was pulled up into a pristine ponytail. Her small tanned hands gripped the electrical taped handle of the bloodied bat. She sees her pink lips moving but it seems as though her ears aren't hearing it.
The flash of lime green prompts her to take in the other would be savior. She is tall, much more so in comparison to the petite brunette wielding the bat, her face is stretched into a permanent scowl. Her eyes tell a different story the mossy green depths show relief and worry. Her cropped blond hair in the perfect amount of disarray. Her lime green track suit with black stripes clashes hard with the glinting twelve gauge in her hands. She sees her lips move a few times and suddenly sound returns to the mute girl.
"-tana!" The petite girls voice calls, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"Come on Tits Magee, it's time to wake up and smell the mediocrity." The harsh, but oh so familiar, voice fills the air.
"Holy shit." Is all that the Latina says, her eyes drawn back to the bloody mess.
"As much as I detest curse words in any setting I will have to agree with you on your sentiment of the current situation. However, it is imparitive that we remove ourselves from our current location and get into a more neutral territory. I, for one, suggest the choir room. I am sure -" the petite girl is cut off by the track suited woman.
"I honestly have no clue what half of the word vomit you just had consisted of." She pauses to harshly glare at the girl. "Now, Thumbalina, let's move to the choir room. I'm sure we could repulse zombies by the amount of gel in Shuester's hair."
'Thumbalina' stomps her foot and let out an irritated huff. "That woman is infuriating." Her gaze is drawn to Santana. "Come one. We should catch up with her." Her small hand is reached out to the sitting girl.
Brown meets brown having a stare down, finally, a hand grasps the pre-offered one and accepts the help.
"Thanks Berry." Santana mutters, standing as close to the girl as physically possible.
"No problem Santana." Rachel replies with a light smile. "Come on. Let's see if anyone else went to the choir room. A nod from the Latina is her only response before the pair follow in the footsteps of the blond.
I know it is a short introduction to a story but I promise you if I added the next part you'd probably want to shoot me because it is half of a larger part. So um...yeah. Love it? Hate it? Let me know, so I know if I should delete this story or continue it.