When Rachel woke up it wasn't because of her alarm. She was woken up by a scream. She shot straight up in bed, her heart thumping against her chest. There was a loud crash and yelling downstairs.
"Daddy?" She cried, panic and worry instantly flooding through her. "Dad?" Rachel ran out of her room and down the stairs. She stopped in her tracks and slapped her hand over her mouth. Leroy was crouching over Hiram and if she didn't know any better she would swear that Leroy was eating- no!

"Daddy?" Rachel barely heard her own voice. Leroy's head snapped up and she gasped. Her father had a huge hole in throat, lifeless eyes and blood on his mouth.

"Daddy, this is not funny!" Rachel scolded him.

Leroy moved so fast she could barely react. He lunged at her, Rachel jumped to the left and rant to the kitchen. Leroy followed her, growling as he came at her. "Please don't do this. It's me, Rachel, your daughter."
Rachel felt her back hit the counter and before she could move Leroy was in front of her trying to sink his teeth wherever he could. The tiny brunette could barely hold him back, her eyes desperately looking around. Seeing a weapon, she grabbed the handle and swung. The pot collided with her father's head and he stumbled. Rachel took advantage and dashed to her room, abandoning the pot.

Slamming the door behind her, Rachel looked around her room through watery eyes. She knew her fathers would never go this far for a simple joke, but zombies? From the movies Puck and Finn made her watch she knew her father was acting like a zombie, but zombies aren't real. She didn't know what was going on or what to do.

A loud crash on her door made her jump away. Immediately she grabbed her aluminum baseball bat, suddenly thankful Finn took her to the bating cages for a "date" and bought her a bat to use.

The door crashed open and her farther charged at her. Rachel swung defensively and the bat found Leroy's temple. He fell to the floor and Rachel sobbed. Not taking her eyes off her father she backed over to the bedside table and picked up her cell phone. "Finn, something happened. I need you."

Santana never thought she'd wake up with Quinn Fabray naked in her bed. So, when she opened her eyes and realized her arm was around the blondes waist she thought she was still dreaming. Then she remembered the night before. Quinn came over and Santana broke down in front of her, telling her how she told Brittany she loved her and the dancer picking Artie over her.

Quinn had comforted her and held her while she cried. Then she kissed Quinn (or Quinn kissed her she wasn't sure) and it got hot fast. Santana was sure her friend took advantage of her. Sure she'd used her like everyone else had. The Latina got out of bed and took a quick shower. The blonde in her bed started to stir when she dressed and was up in time to see her friend put her shirt on. "S, are you going somewhere?"

"Why do you care?" Santana scoffed. "You got what you wanted from me."
Quinn frowned, "What are you talking about?"
"Don't fucking pretend you don't remember last night Quinn!"
Quinn stood up, "Santana I-"

"Shut the hell up!" Santana snapped, "You took advantage of me."
Quinn walked to the Latina, not caring about her lack of clothes, "I wouldn't do that to you, San. You instigated this and I gave you plenty of chances to stop."

"Since when are you even into girls? Was I your experiment?"
"I've known I liked girls for a while now. Santana, calm down."
"Calm down? Don't fucking tell me to calm down! I tell you about everything and you-"
"Santana! I didn't do it to take advantage of you! I did it becase-"
Santana's phone interrupted whatever Quinn was about to say. She snatched it up, "What?"
"Turn on your T.V." Puck said.

"Why? Are you getting beat up?" Santana glanced at Quinn, who was redressing.

"Just do it."

Rolling her eyes Santana turned on her television. Before she could ask what station she saw it. A new anchor was talking, but the screen showed a man, who Santana quickly recognized as Mr. Schue, running from another man. The man was pale and was covered in blood.

"Is that Mr. Schue?" Quinn asked, stepping next to her.

The man grabbed Mr. Schue and tackled him to the ground to take a bite out of his shoulder.

"Holy shit!"
The camera spun to the news anchor, "This is happening everywhere! We have heard from other stations that this is happening all over the state! Zombies are in Lima and possibly everywhere in the world. It seems whoever is bitten is turned into a zombie. Lock your doors and don't let anyone in!"

"Where are your parents?" Quinn asked.

"At work. Mom travels I don't know where she is, but my dad's at the hospital." Santana said, staring at the T.V.

Quinn took the phone from Santana and turned on the speaker, "Puck, what do we do?"
"Hell, I don't know. Kurt called me because Finn's busy checking on Rachel and apparently they want everyone to meet at school."
"What? Why school?" Santana asked.

"I don't know! Look just meet us in the choir room."
"Fine." Quinn ended the call, putting the phone in Santana's hand she grabbed her own and put it to her ear. Not getting an answer she cursed, running a hand through her hair.

"What?"
"No answer at my house." Quinn chewed on her lip.
Seeing the worry in her friends eyes Santana asked, "Do you want to stop by your house?"
Quinn nodded, "Thanks."

California

"Trina, why the hell did you let him in? You saw the news!" Tori shouted at her sister.

"I don't know! I thought it was my shoes!" Trina ran into the kitchen, throwing a chair in front of the man. He tripped and fell and the Vega sisters ran up the stairs.

"Your shoes aren't coming! The world's going to hell!"
"I'm sorry!"

"Dad keeps a gun hidden in his and moms bedroom." Tori said, entering said bedroom.
"He's a cop, Tori! He probably took it with him!"

"No, it's just for the house. Just look!" Tori snapped.

Trina stared at her younger sister for a moment before pulling a dresser drawer open and shifting through the clothes. Tori dropped to the floor looking under the bed, "Oh, my God! I can't unsee that!"
"What?" Trina questioned.

"Nothing. Don't look under the bed." Tori warned, shaking the image out of her head as she opened the bedside table. Immediately she saw the pistol hidden and snatched it out. "Found it."
"Tori, can you really shoot someone?" Trina asked.

Tori turned off the safety, "Trina, he wants to eat us. It's either us or him and I don't know about you but I pick us. I don't want to kill anyone but I don't want to die."
Footsteps in the hall made the sisters freeze. Tori aimed the gun at the door and wet her lips. The growling zombie dashed through the doorway and Tori fired, the bullet flying over his shoulder. She tried to get off another shot but he tackled her to the ground.
"Tori!" Trina moved to help her sister.

"Move!" Tori held him back by his neck, almost frozen in fear. She stuck the gun in his snarling mouth and pulled the trigger. The limp body fell on the brunette and her sister helped her get free.

"When are you such a bad ass?" Trina asked as she helped Tori up.

"Jade's rubbing off on me." Tori grinned. "I'm going to call the guys and get them all here."
"Why?"
Rolling her eyes, Tori walked back downstairs, "Because we need to stay together."

"You just want your girlfriend here." Trina followed her.

"Well, yeah. I want Jade safe you know." Tori picked up her cell off the kitchen island and dialed the number.

Growling, Jade snatched her phone up, "What!"
"Jade? Are you okay?"
Jade couldn't fight the smile. "Tor, you know I love you, but it's ten in the morning on the one Friday we don't have school. I'd like to sleep."
Jade could hear the surprise in her girlfriend's voice, "What? You're asleep? Jade, it's hell outside! We just got attacked!"
Wide awake, the Goth sat up, "Attacked? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, but there are zombies walking around outside."
Jade started to laugh, "Z-zombies? Tori, you're just freaked from the movie last night."
"I'm serious! It's all over the news! Look out your window!"
"If it'll make you happy." The girl stood, taking a moment to stretch before walking to the window. There were a few bodies in the street, bloody and missing chunks of flesh. Jade recognized one body as her neightbor Mrs. Kenton, "Oh, my God."
"Come to my house. I'm going to get the rest of the guys to get over here."
"Cat lives on my street. I'll just pick her up."
"Okay. Jade, be careful."
"I will. I'll be there soon." Jade said. She hung up, dressed quickly, grabbed her keys and ran down the stairs. Her parents were gone and she was sure they didn't care about her.

Jade stopped at the door and looked around. If Tori had been attacked then she should have something to defend herself with. Jade didn't see anything she could actually use and cursed. "Maybe Cat has something at her place."

She drove her car down the street, eyes going wide when she saw Cat's front door was wide open. The Goth jumped out of her car and ran into the house, "Cat!"
"Jade!" Cat cried. There was a scream followed by a crash.

Jade ran down the hall, going straight into Cat's room. The redhead was on the floor, trying to keep someone (Jade recognized the woman was Cat's mother) from biting her. Jade shoved the zombie off Cat, grabbed her friend and quickly pulled her out of the room.

"Go, go. Get in the car." Jade led her friend into the car.
"But my mom-"
"Cat, sweetie, that isn't your mom anymore. Just get in. We're going to Tori's."
Cat nodded and sat in the passenger seat as Jade started the car.

A/N So hope you liked the first chapter. I'm going to try to make this alot longer then my stories normally are. Also far warning: EVERYONE COULD DIE. I'm not playing favorites. This means Santana, Tori, Jade, Quinn, everyone, INCLUDING sweet innocent Brittany and Cat. Sorry but zombies don't play favorites