Tina slammed her fist on the bathroom door. "Puck! I g-g-got to go!"

"You can wait!" was the response.

"It's an e-e-e-emergency!"

Noah excited, almost hitting her with the door. He sauntered to the sofa to resume his video game.

"Finally!" Tina walked in and closed the door. Suddenly, there had been a loud thump, and waters splashed all over the place.

She screamed, "Would it kill you to leave the seat down?!"

He yelled back, "Would it kill you to look before you sit?!"

Rachel padded into the living room. "Great news!"

"Go away," Noah sighed, "no one cares."

"Where is everyone?"

"Gone. They all died."

Tina left the bathroom. "Dad took them t-to the m-m-movies. Puck and I stayed b-behind."

"Where's Mom?"

"G-Grocery store with Rory."


In the theater, the teenagers munched on popcorn, frequently reaching for candy.

"Give me Pepsi," Finn said, as Mike handed him a cup.

They didn't care whose drink or food it was. If there was something left, they'd still take it. They lived in the same house, with shared possessions. They were used to the term "mine is yours; yours is mine."

"Junior Mints?" Artie asked.

Sam gulped one down and handed the box to Artie. "Here."

"Thanks."

"Mountain Dew, anywhere?" Santana wondered.

"I think we're out," Mercedes stated, her eyes wandering around the clump of people.

"Are you serious? We are out of Mountain Dew? We just had half a cup a minute ago. Who drank half a damn cup?"

Nobody would confess to finishing the soda. Nobody would confess anything to Santana, actually. They all feared her wrath.

"I drank too much," Finn said, as he stood up from his seat. "I got to pee."

"Finn, is half a cup and a thousand little sips too much for you?" Santana jeered.

"This movie sucks," Brittany remarked, "It sucks harder than I ever could."

"The movie's almost over, anyway," Will announced, "just watch it."