I do not own Glee or any of the characters.

This is my first Fan fiction so bear with me. Hope you enjoy it.

Quinn POV

I don't know when it was that we decided to head to the city, but what I do know, is that it was a mutual decision by all of us. We needed supplies, we had been running short for weeks. We had already cleaned out all the nearest fuel stations, supermarkets and general stores. It was time to check out New York. There was a chance we'd find survivors, big city like that, people smart enough to survive there, smart enough to avoid the things. There wasn't a person around now who didn't realize you had to stay of their way. They were always there, always waiting; and the cities were the worst. But we had to take our chances. We were currently holding out in a two story house that was situated a few towns out, it was fortified, and big, we'd got lucky.

I just laugh at the whole situation now and the stupidity of the Government; but I didn't find it funny when the whole thing started. I was back in Lima visiting Mum for the holidays when it all happened. The government thought they had contained whatever infection it was, but they couldn't have been more wrong. Within weeks of the virus being released it had spread across the United States and within the months it had consumed the entire world. The few survivors that there were learned to keep moving, we couldn't stay anywhere to long because if we did THEY would be drawn to us, a never ending army of the undead.

"How's it looking Fabray?" Sam's voice cuts through the earpiece.

"Nothing yet. It's quiet." I reply.

I was one of the two scouts for our group. Our job was to ride our motorbikes ahead of the others, we learned at the very beginning it was a hell of a lot easier to escape on a bike than in a car if something happened.

"Too quiet for New York Quinn," He spoke again, "Keep your eyes peeled".

I look to my side and see that Puck has appeared next to me, signalling me to stop. I was confused, we had never stopped while checking a town before, I wasn't sure it was safe but it must be important if he wants to stop. I pull up in the middle of the road and pull my helmet off.

"What's up Puckerman?" I ask as he removes his own helmet.

"Shut your engine off," he tells me as he turns his off.

I look at him with a confused expression and shut it off. "What are we…?" I started to say but he put his hand up, silencing me.

"Listen", he whispers, "Hear that?"

I do what he says and listen to my surroundings. I don't hear anything but the wind blowing things around the street, old newspapers, leaves and bits of rubbish. When the pandemic started, so did the looters; and when the living started to turn, the same looters tried to flee. They were killed, or worse, turned. Widespread panic ensued, accidents occurred. It was the same in all the cities. Except this, this was different; no bodies, no undead, nothing. This didn't sit right with me at all.

I turned back to Puck about to ask him if he had gone crazy and that was when I heard it. My head immediately snapped around to Puck, my eyes wide, jaw hanging loosely in realization. His expression matched mine. Moans and growls were getting louder and by the sounds of it they were no further away than a street over. I shook my head "Shit!" I exclaim as I slam the helmet back on my head. Our bikes started at the same time and I look over at Puck who has a baseball bat in his hand, nodding at me. That small gesture means so much to the both of us. We both know it means if one of just gets stuck and there is no hope just leave and get yourself out of there. And most importantly, it meant goodbye. I nod back and hit the gas. We turned around and headed back the way we came, but as we turn the next corner we are greeted by thousands of undead. I slam on the breaks and turn back and head the other way. I pass the street we came out of and keep going straight. New York was like a jungle and there was no way we were finding our way out on our own.

"Sam do you copy?" I say.

I only have to wait a short time before getting a reply "I copy Quinn, what's the problem?"

"This place is crawling with those god damned pieces of shit!" I tell him as I turn a corner into another street, "and this place is like a damn maze. We need a way out!"

I look around the street I just turned down, there was no doubt it was Broadway. Billboards everywhere and signs that used to be full of lights, everything now falling apart. If Rachel saw this she would be heart broken. None of us knew what had happened to Berry after the virus took over. We heard from her once before the phone lines were cut, but nothing since. Our only hope was that she got out, that she's safe, and that we will all find our way back to each other.

"SAM" I say, getting worried, the undead are on every corner, in every side street.

"Okay okay! Turn down… West 66th street," he tells me.

I follow his direction and turn when I reach the street. I'm glad when we all decided to install gps and tracking devices on our vehicles. It comes in handy so often, this being a prime example. As I turn I see Puck is still keeping up, I smile to myself. Thank God he came with me.

"Then left on Amsterdam Avenue" I get told.

Too late. As we reach the end of 66th street the undead are already piling into the street. I hit the brakes, swinging hard to turn around and head back the way we came.

"New route!" I scream into the headset.

"Go back the way you came and turn left onto Columbus" he quickly replied.

By the time we had reached the other end, the undead were there too. We were boxed in. There was no way we could shoot our way through this. It would only draw more towards us and I doubted we had enough ammo or energy to win against that. We drove back to down the street and stopped. I look over at Puck and notice he's pointing upwards to a broken sign. New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts. NYADA. I whip my helmet off and Puck does the same.

"In there!" He yells over the roaring of the bikes and the sounds of the ever nearing zombies.

"How do we know it's safe?" I scream back.

"Safer than out here I'm betting," he shrugs.

I nod, "let's go".

I drive my bike closer to the door, turn it off and head toward the entrance, followed closely by Puck. The door seemed to be locked from the inside. That could be either a very good or very bad sign. I began to pick the lock and Puck didn't look very impressed, but he knew we couldn't just shoot it open, we needed to lock it behind us. I hear Puck load his P90, his sub machine gun, and I know I need to move faster. I fiddle with the lock until I hear that satisfying click and the door swings open.

"Quick!" I say to Puck, "Get inside."

We slam the doors closed behind us, barring them with the nearest table we could find, it wasn't very big but it would do for now at least, the undead weren't that smart, we could barricade it properly later. I turn around, the room was dark, the windows were boarded up. With a glance at Puck we turn our torches on."

"Where are we?" He asks as he moves his torch around the room.

This room was like every other we had seen. Looted, messy, and destroyed. I'd never been in a college like NYADA, but this was a common room, I was sure. There are lounges that are spread randomly around the room, a smashed flat screen lying on the floor next to an over turned table. Glass was scatted on the floor and rubbish everywhere just like out on the street.

I jump when I hear Sam in my ear, "Situation?"

I look over at Puck.

"Looks to be NYADA's common room," he tells Sam, "Possibly for the onsite accommodation".

My heart skips a beat. Rachel Berry would have been here. Walking these halls, lazing on these couches.

"There was no way out Sam," I say quietly, "We needed to get off the street."

"Okay barricade yourselves in for the night and we will come for you tomorrow." He told us, putting on his 'I'm on a mission' voice.

"NO!" both Puck and I say at the same time.

We look at each other and I speak, "there's no way you can reach us Sam, there's way too many of those things out there."

"Don't risk the lives of those we have left" Puck added.

I just nodded at him. There was only nine out of the sixteen of us left. They need each other and a futile mission to save us was out of the question, too many of them would be lost.

I heard Sam sigh over the headset "Okay. Keep us posted."

"We will." Puck replied

"Good luck" He told us and then signed off.

We were on our own now. There was no help coming and I was worried. It had been a while since I was worried, or maybe I have always been worried but it had become a normal feeling for me now and I just don't notice it.

"Give me a hand with this," Puck told me, grabbing an end of one of the couches, "let's move it in front of the door to reinforce the table."

I grabbed the other end and helped him move it. It wouldn't stop them if they got in, only slow them down. As we neared the door we could hear the ever present moaning and growling that never fails to make the hair on my neck stand on end. We put the couch down in front of the door and they began to bang and scratch on the glass. They could smell us.

"We need to move away from here," I whispered to Puck, "Maybe upstairs, they might move away."

"Worth a try," he replied, "its best we check out this place anyway and make sure it's safe."

I nodded and pulled out one of my pistols from its holster and turned the safety off. Puck picked up the baseball bat that he placed on the floor when we first entered, swinging it over his shoulder.

I lead the way because I still had my torch out; Puck had to put his away because he couldn't carry it and the baseball bat. I trod light and quiet as we ventured down the halls, peeking into the rooms as we went; could never be too careful. We turned into the next room and found ourselves in the kitchen; it looked like every other room, rubbish and furniture overturned. It's impossible to guess how long ago this place had been evacuated. I opened cupboards and doors to see if there was any food that was still okay to eat. Who knew how long we would be in here for. I opened the cupboard next to the sink to find it full of canned food. Stacked neatly in order of what type of food it was. What the hell? Wouldn't all of the cupboards been cleaned out when people left? And why would it have still been stacked like this? I picked up one of the cans and looked at it, it was tinned spaghetti and it was still alright to eat. They all seemed to be in date and edible.

"Puck," I called, "come over here and look at all this food".

"Is it okay to eat?" he asked.

"Yea it is, I just don't know why it is all here"

"I don't either but let's not question it"

"Do you think someone is living here?"

"We will soon find out" he replied opening the cupboard next to this one, chips, soda cans. Someone definitely stocked up.

We closed the cupboards and decided to head upstairs, if anyone was hiding here they would be hiding in the rooms. I shined the torch up the stairs and waited for a minute before I began to climb them. Then windows on the second floor were also boarded up, making it as dark up here as it was downstairs. We walked up to the first landing on the left, it was unlocked. I looked at puck and he nodded. I watched him turn the nob and open the door. I quickly moved into the room and looked around, my gun secured beneath the flashlight as I turned frantically. It was empty, and in the same state as downstairs, a war zone if I had ever seen one.

"Clear." I whisper letting Puck know it's safe to come in.

We move slowly through the rooms on the second floor. We came to a door that was locked but didn't think twice about it and just moved on to the next one. There had been no sign that the undead have even been in here, however we didn't know why they would have locked the door on the way out when they were leaving. We opened the door to the last room and again there was nothing there. This room was bigger and had 2 beds; it must have been a shared room but was still as messy and ruined as the rest.

"That's it," Puck finally said, making me jump out of my skin, "I'm so sick of this dark business."

"What…" was all I could get out before Puck had walked over to the window and pulled off the board that was blocking the window. A dull orange light filled the room. It was sunset. It must have been early afternoon when we entered the building, how long had we been searching.

We looked down onto the street and saw that it was still filled with the undead. I looked up at Puck and his worried expression mirrored mine. I placed a hand on his arm and he looked down at me. "We will get out of this," I spoke softly, "we always manage to."

"We have never been screwed this bad before Quinn," he replied back looking down at me, "come on. Let's go back down stairs and have something to eat; we haven't eaten since before we left this morning."

I didn't realise how hungry I was until he mentioned it, and as if right on cue, my stomach grumbled. I smiled "Yeah lets go eat something".

He smiled back at me and put his arm around my shoulder as we walked back down into the kitchen. There wasn't as much as I first thought, chips and soda seemed the best option. When I walked back into the common room Puck had moved the other lounge around so it was facing the door. I smiled to myself and went and sat next to him and handed him a packet.

"You've changed Quinn." Puck stated.

"I think we've all changed," I replied, "we had to."

I looked over at him; I could just make out his features in the dark. Physically we were all the same, apart from some scratches and bruises and the fact that we are all a lot fitter. Puck still had his hawk, and Blaine still uses that gel to slick his hair down; but we have all changed emotionally and mentally. Become a lot stronger. Resilient.

"Would you have even imagined that we would be sitting here a year and a half ago?" He asked me.

It had only been a year since the infection hit but has felt like a lifetime. We all had dreams we wanted to achieve. I was at Yale, Rachel Berry was here at NYADA. It's sad to think we will never get to where we wanted to go; our dreams now were to simply survive this nightmare.

"You know I imagined sitting here one day, different circumstances," I told him, "Rachel tried to plan a visit for me. You know before..."

"I know what you mean," he sighed, "We've lost so many people that we love and care about."

He was right, we have. Mum didn't believe me when it started and she got bitten almost straight away. So many friends from school didn't have a chance. As soon as the infection hit the school, half of them were gone in a day, others were lost along the way. We didn't know where to go or what to do; but we knew the best thing was to keep moving once all communications were lost.

"I wish we could have known then what we knew now, just so we could have saved some of them or even warned them." I told him thinking of Rachel again, the last communication we had seemed rushed somehow. We were friends. I wanted her safe. Needed her safe.

As caught up in my thoughts as I was, from the corner of my eye I saw something moving towards my head, a wooden tool. My first and only instinct was to duck, lacking the time to call out to Puck.

THUNK!

It hit him in the back of head, sending him to his knees with a sickening crunch. I jumped off the lounge and out of the way. My eyes wide with fear, pistol drawn in shaking hands, and pointed at the attacker. Their face was obscured, shrouded by the darkness that still plagued the room. I saw their breath hitch, their hands dug into the wood. For the first time in a long time, I was alone, terrified and alone, left to face the darkest monster of them all. The living.