Of course it was Sam and Brittany. Everyone else panicked, cried, or stayed in fierce denial. But the blonde duo shared a knowing look once news got out that some people went crazy in New York and started biting people. It was like some amplified domino effect, because those people who were bitten just kept the momentum going and started biting people themselves. Biting is putting it lightly. They were straight up eating people right in Time Square. How fucked up is that? The city is so squashed (seriously, how can you even breathe when there are so many people?) that it only took a day for the damn place to be overrun by some crazed cannibals. The incubation period for this was ridiculously short. Like how long it takes Heroin to get to your brain kinda short. Shit's crazy. Then one day later people starting biting each other in Lima. By then, the Scooby gang was already here, safe and sound.
All because of Sam and Brittany. Apparently, Sam was way into conspiracy theories and monsters and strange phenomena. Kinda like Mulder accept way more geeky. So, Trouty mouth had these maps of lakes and the general layout of Lima with circles(color coded) around certain areas. And fucking lists! After her manic freak out, Berry looked like she was going to ravish the boy(not literally) once she saw his organization skills. Don't get me wrong. She wasn't into trouty at all. It's just that my hobbit gets all hot and bothered when things are ridiculously planned out. Ten minutes after, she pulled me into the nearest closet and showed me her appreciation. I had nothing to do with planning all that shit out, but hey, it worked for me. I had tried comforting her while she ranted on about never going to Broadway now. Then Sam goes and pulls out his geeky maps and she snaps out of her crazy just like that. She's insane, I swear.
The only problem was that the maps and plans were centered around Sam's old house. The Fabrays were a secondary choice, but since Quinn's mother hardly kicked her alcohol habit, all she had in her cupboards were bottles of vodka and gin. Minimal food. Everyone else opted for my place since it was the next biggest house, but I vehemently declined because I knew Berry had the biggest house of us all. They just hadn't known at the time. That information was something only she and Puck shared.
It was strange how luck we were to be safe, yet adult-less. All the Glee members were riding back from Regionals when the bus driver stopped the bus after listening to a radio announcement. Everyone was too loud to hear it themselves, but the driver yelped, pulled over, stopped the car and just high-tailed it out of there. It took 20 minutes for everyone to realize that he wasn't coming back. Mr. Shue insisted they stay a little longer just in case. Puck turned on the car to turn the heater on, and that's when everyone heard the radio static and the announcement.
Shelby and Beth were picked up on the way to this mansion. Berry Manor. Of course, everyone freaked out because, hellooo, Berry has a mansion?
So now, I'm here, sipping some concoction of lemonade with mint that Rachel made. It was actually pretty good. It's been two weeks since everything spun out of control. Everyone is dealing with this in their own ways.
Berry is strange on any given day, adorably so. It's only fitting that she'd cope with this ..well, strangely.
I'm on the second story balcony keeping watch with a kick ass gun. Mister Berries had a gun collection, much to their daughters horror.
The sight is kind of amusing. Rach is in her front lawn frantically directing a pink manual lawn mower back and forth. Seriously, she's fucking cutting the grass in a zombie apocalypse. She was ranting the other day about finding some sort of normality to seek comfort.
My girlfriend is insane.