Okay, I would like to apologise first for such a long wait for this chapter. I have been re-doing this chapter a million times because I couldn't seem to get it right. But, to be honest, this chapter still kind of sucks to me. I would also like to apologise in advance for any spelling mistakes (because I'm not the best at that) or words that doesn't make any sence, because I don't really re-read these a lot. Anyways, I promise to try to upload the next chapter a lot faster and thankyou for the people who have read this! and the ones who have reviewed. I didn't think anyone would. Rambling over, hope you enjoy the read.
Rachel turned to face a brown-haired girl with a slightly petrified look on her face. Her hand pointed out of the open window to something in the distance. Before she could even see what was frightening the girl, the rest of the group has rushed up to the window to get a closer look at what she was pointing to. Rachel grunted as she was met with a face full of brown hair, curtsey of the Latina girl who had just barged past her, almost knocking her onto her ass.
Once she composed herself, she tucked her gun into the waistband of her shorts and began to push herself through the crowd of sweaty teenagers. Her eyes scanned out into the distance trying to find the source of all the commotion, but everything seemed to be quiet. Until something caught her eye. To her right, behind some buildings, they approached. There had to be more than fifty of them at least. No amount of ammo that Rachel had brought with her was going to be enough to kill even half of them, not after she had just used most of her bullets killing the mass outside.
"What the hell are we going to do now?" A feminine looking boy shrieked as he took in ragged gasps of air.
The tall pasty kid stepped towards him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. He smile crookedly down at him. "I think we should get out of here. Now. The sound of the guns obviously drew them here." Everyone nodded along with him. "I think the best place for us to go is the supermarket. Its our best bet. Its close and it has lots of supplies, we don't even have to risk leaving to get some."
Rachel closed her eyes as a sudden headache took over. She really wanted to shoot him, then bring him back to life, just to do it again. "Were you dropped on the head as a baby? Or are you just naturally this stupid?" Rachel scoffed. All eyes turned to stare at her. "A supermarket, really? That's the best idea you can come up with? Why don't just just put a sign outside of the door saying 'were in here, come and eat us." Rachel smile shortly and placed her hands on her hips.
"Excuse me?" Pasty boy spluttered, confused at the confrontation.
Rachel sighed. "Look, I'm not trying to be rude. Or maybe I am actually, I have a problem for holding my tongue. But the point is that going somewhere large isn't the best idea you could have. Just because it has strong walls doesn't mean its invincible. Besides, every other idiotic person out there with only half a braincell will be having the same thoughts as you. A place like the supermarket will be swarmed." She looked at each of their faces individually. "If your planning on finding somewhere to stay, I suggest a place that's small that you can defence. A place where you can see them if they come."
Pasty boy's face had hardened by the end of her speech, his brow furrowed. His face reminded her of a child's who'd just gotten his bottom smacked. She could tell he was the type of guy no one stood up to, and despite his idiocy, he was the type to lead, not follow. He looked around at the rest of the group, but no one said anything. Lastly, he looked at the pregnant blond next to him.
"What do you suppose we do then?" The blond asked, crossing her arms over her bump. The pasty boy burned holes in the side of her head, but the girl ignored him and continued to stare at Rachel expectantly.
"Oh, no." Rachel shook her head. "I wasn't suggesting anything like that. I was merely pointing out a bad idea when I heard one."
"Well, where are you staying?" Blaine asked as he moved closer to her. There was a certain gleam to his eye, like he knew what he was doing. Rat bastard. "Could we not go there?"
"Definitely not." Rachel looked sharply towards Blaine. "Like I told you, I don't do groups. They slow you down. Get you killed." She looked towards the pasty kid purposely as she said the last part.
The past kid cleared his throat and looked at her with an arrogant smirk on his face. He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. "Well, we've been living inside of the school since it happened and we've all managed to survive. It only got bad when you showed up." His smile dipped, accusing.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" She glared at him. "It doesn't matter if it only got bad when I showed up. Sooner or later, those thing's would have found their way inside. Probably while you were sleeping as well. You've been cooped up inside of this school for far too long. You don't know what's on the outside. People kill people. That's what happens. If it hadn't of been the zombies that got to you, people would have—they would have killed you for this place just simply because they wanted it."
"Please, don't." A quiet voice said. Everyone turned to face the direction the voice hand came. It was a blond girl, taller than the other one with bright blue eyes. "Please, you have to help us. Quinn is pregnant and Artie, well he's in a wheelchair. Were good people and I don't want to-" She didn't finish the rest, only buried her face in the Latina's neck.
"I think what Brittany is trying to say," Quinn continued as she wrapped her arms tighter around her growing bump. "is that if you don't help us, then we are going to die and that will be on you. I don't mean to put you in any kind of situation, but you have somewhere safe to stay. We don't. I don't think we can make much of an escape with me being pregnant," She pointed to her stomach and then to the guy in the wheelchair. "and with Artie in a wheelchair. If you help us out, I swear we will be out of your hair come tomorrow and we'll forever be in your debt."
"I know of a place we can go, but we will need a little time to plan how to get there first. If you only just let us stay with you tonight." An older man with short, curled locks said.
Rachel sighed as her shoulders deflated. She looked at each of their faces, all earnest and hopeful. She couldn't say no, not when she was standing right in front of them. The blond was right, she had to help them or they would be dead come tomorrow. If she just helped them out for tonight, they would be gone by tomorrow. There was no time to argue about it, the herd was getting closer. "Okay. But like I said to Blaine, if your about to get eaten by a zombie don't expect me to save you." Rachel said begrudgingly.
"Thank you. We really appreciate it." Quinn smiled. Rachel felt sick.
"Wait," The pasty boy said suddenly. "How are we going to get out of here with only one car and eighteen of us?"
"I saw some cars in the parking lot. I'm sure I can hot-wire one of them. We need to get out of here now, because the longer we sit here, the more time we give them to catch us." She nodded towards the window, where sure enough the herd of zombies were getting nearer.
The group set into gear.
Finn and Sam helped Artie down the steps in his wheelchair. Wonder girl had been the first one out of the double doors. As they opened, Finn had been hit with the smell of rotting flesh. It was all around him, the humid air helping to clog his lungs of it. He chocked on the smell and almost dropped Artie because of it.
He watched as wonder girl raced across the parking lot to a car in the distance.
"Who even is she?" Santana asked once all of the group was assembled outside.
"I don't know." Blaine replied. "She didn't tell me her name and she doesn't really like to talk much. Without her though, I might actually be dead right now-" He paused as Kurt sent him a confused expression. "I was getting chased by some zombies when I was on my way here. I dropped my weapons some while back and I got backed into a tree. I had to climb it to escape them. I don't even remember how long I was up there until she showed up.
Kurt walked over to Blaine and slapped him hard across the shoulder. "Your lucky she was there to save your ass then." He scolded.
"Who even is she? She comes in here and starts bossing us around like we don't know shit. We would have been fine without her." Finn said. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her from across the parking lot.
"Oh, get over yourself you big baby. Stop sulking because she knows more about surviving in this hell hole that you do. Just be lucky she's here to save all our asses." Santana snapped.
Finn didn't say another word, instead he chose not to dignify that with an answer. He had never felt more alone. The streets were bare of any human life and most of the glee club were against him. He was grateful that he had Quinn beside him, because she was the only thing left besides Kurt and his baby that was keeping him alive. He no longer had his mother, or Burt.
When he woke up that fateful morning, his mothers body had been lying on the floor, shreds of broken glass scattered around her in the pool of her blood. The front door had been left wide open, with bloody hand prints smeared all over the walls. The image still haunted him in his sleep, even in the day times when he had nothing else to do and all he could do was repeat that day over and over.
Finn knew that his mother hadn't been killed by zombies, because there were no bite marks on her skin, she had died from the fall on the coffee table. Kurt had came trembling up the stairs soon after he had found his mother, Quinn following close behind since she had stayed the night. Everything else went by so fast. But had been nowhere to be found. Puck had showed up in his truck some while later, ranting and raving about the zombie apocalypse. They hadn't known where to go, so Finn suggested the school. Luckily, Mr Schue and Miss Pillsbury had already been there. Quinn had text the entire glee club before her phone had went dead. She had gotten no reply from her mother.
His head snapped up when a white Jeep pulled up in front of them. Wonder girl sat at the wheel, her face smug. She climbed out and walked around so she stood in front of the group. "Do any of you know how to drive?" She asked.
Kurt's hand shot up. "I do."
"Good." She walked over to the Hummer. "You can drive the Jeep."
"I can't drive that thing." Kurt's eyes widened.
"Well your going to have to. Its either that or say behind and get eaten." Wonder girl shrugged. "The choice is yours." Kurt rolled his eyes dramatically and began a slow walk around the car. He jumped into the drivers side and settled in.
"Okay, half of you go with him and the other half come with me. It'll be a tight squeeze, but at least we'll get out of here." Wonder girl said as she climbed into the Hummer.
Sugar, Artie, Tina, Sam, Mercedes, Mr Schue and Miss Pillsbury made their way towards the Jeep. Meanwhile, Finn begrudgingly followed Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Puck, Mike, Mat and Blaine to the Hummer.
Blaine hopped into the passengers seat while the rest of them filed into the back. Everyone ended having someone on their lap and Finn was grateful, not for the first time, that Quinn was his girlfriend. Slowly, wonder girl made her way out of the parking lot, purposefully running over dead bodies as she went to send the Hummer up and down. Finn was surprised to see the streets so clear.
"So, we didn't actually catch your name." Santana said.
"That would be because I didn't actually tell you it." Wonder girl replied blankly. Finn wasn't too bothered about names. The less they knew about each other, the better.
He heard Santana scoff. But soon her gaze was deflected elsewhere as Brittany caught her attention from where she was sitting on her lap and the two snuggled up together closely, enjoying each others warmth.
"Where are we going?" Blaine asked.
Wonder girl glanced at the boy before quickly averting her attention back to the road. "My house. I have food, clean water, electricity and security. Plus, a working shower." She replied. He felt like the last bit had been aimed at them all. They hadn't had a shower in—well, he couldn't remember when. They probably did smell a bit.
They pulled down a street that led down a long winding row of houses. Everything in the street look deserted and abandoned. There wasn't even any zombies. She pulled the Hummer up outside of a large, white house. Finn heard the Jeep pull up behind them.
By the time Finn had managed to get himself out of the car, Artie had gotten back into his wheelchair. "We need to get inside before we attract any unwanted attention." Wonder girl hurried them inside of the gates surrounding her house. She locked them after they were all inside, then turned and made her way for the front door.
"There are security cameras surrounding the house." She said as she opened the door for the, ushering them inside. "Since there is tons of zombies headed for the school right now and we were out in cars, I think we should keep a check on the herds whereabouts for now." She locked the door behind them.
"I still think that the supermarket was a good idea." Finn mumbled under his breath.
Santana heard him and elbowed him in the stomach. "No one is keeping you here, finessa. You should be thankful."
"Okay, that about enough from you two." Kurt pushed in between them, giving the two distance. "We had it enough when there weren't flesh-eating zombies outside trying to eat us."
Wonder girl rolled her eyes. "There is six bedrooms upstairs not including mine. Feel free to use the showers since I'm guessing you haven't had a shower in a while," She scrunched up her nose distastefully. There's plenty of food in the kitchen, but that doesn't mean you can go crazy either." With that wonder girl turned and pushed her way up the stairs without another word.
As Rachel stumbled into her room, she threw her bat and gun (which she had finally gotten back from Blaine) onto her bed. She headed straight for her balcony. It was peaceful as she stood outside, the crisp breeze brushing against her flushed cheeks, cooling. For a moment, she forgot about everything, just pretended that it was a really bad dream that she was going to wake up from screaming in the morning. And then her fathers would be there, with a glass of water and their calming words. She tried to block out her emotions, but she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried.
Thinking of her fathers made her live that day all over again.
She frantically wiped her bloody hands onto the back of her shorts, stepping back from her fathers body. Tears stained her blood splattered cheeks as she gripped desperately to the bench behind her to keep herself from falling over; her bat lay on the ground, forgotten. Rachel was sure that if anyone had been in the room, they would have heart the frantic pounding of her heart as it beat against her rib cage, desperate to be ripped out. She wiped her hands over her face, hoping to get the blood off, but it only served to make it worse.
A loud banging at her door broke the silence her house had fallen into. It was like she was in a bubble, protected while the outside broke into absolute madness. The banging came again. Her feet were hesitant to move, but the rest of her body was quick to move to the door. A strangled sob escaped her as she stood onto her tip toes to look through her peep-hole. A hand shot to her mouth to try and contain the gasp that escaped her. On her door step stood her neighbours eight-year-old daughter, Rosie. She was covered crimson fresh blood, her eyes the replicate of her fathers. The skin from around her mouth was gone, her right foot twisted around to face the opposite direction it was meant to be in. Rosie suddenly stopped trying to ram herself into the door and slowly, she turned and started to walk away. Rachel still kept silent, her breath steady so that she wouldn't hear. When Rosie was far enough away, Rachel reached out her hand and slid the lock into place. Then she turned and stared at her fathers body. She couldn't hold it any longer. Tears over came her, her body convulsed and she slid to the floor in a heap.
"Hey." Rachel's head snapped around at the sound of Blaine's voice. He stood in the doorway to her room, looking directly at her. "The others were making something to eat and I wondered if you wanted anything?" He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.
"No. I'm not hungry, but thanks." Rachel replied as she made her way back into the room. She walked over to her desk and sat down, opening her black notebook which was overflowing with random scraps of paper that stuck out of its sides.
Blaine shuffled his feet behind her, his eye wondering over Rachel's notebook. "What is that?" He asked.
Rachel didn't reply. He knew he would get nowhere with her, she wasn't exactly in the mood to talk at the moment. She could feel his eyes leaving her and travelling up to her wall above, at the maps sprawled across it with coloured pins on the boarder of Canada. "Interesting wallpaper." He mused.
She spun around in her chair quickly, closing her notebook. She stared him down. "What do you want? I have things to be doing here and I can't do them if your distracting me."
Blaine sighed and sat down at the edge of her bed, the side closest to her. "I know you have something planned, some way of getting out of here." He paused and caught her eyes. "We want in. We could help you. I know that you think the more of us there are, the more likely we'll die, but your wrong. More people means more protection. People to have your back when your too busy facing the other way. You can't do it all on your own, despite your better beliefs." Rachel didn't say anything, her eyes suddenly finding a new interest in the lace of her boots. She couldn't look at him, at his eyes; it only made it that much harder not to say no to him. Being face to face with someone was so much harder.
If she were to be completely honest with herself, she wanted to say yes. Not because she liked them, but because she had missed the feeling of being surrounded by people. Normally, she didn't talk to people, but she still had that sense of being surrounded, of not being alone. Sometimes being alone was good for her, but soon enough it got lonely. Besides, she had started talking to herself lately, something about her current situation was not healthy.
"I made a promise to someone," Blaine sighed when he got no answer from her. "My little sister. I promised her that I would see her again."
Rachel dared to look at Blaine. "What do you mean?" She asked.
Blaine swallowed and wrung his hands together. "When it happened, I was still at home. I was getting ready to go when I heard glass shattering downstairs. I went down to check. He was in the kitchen, my father, and he was on top of my mother, trying to bite her. I didn't see what was happening at first, but then he turned to me and his eyes...they were different. He got up off my mother and started to come for me. I didn't-I didn't know what to do, all I remember is grabbing the knife off the kitchen table." He paused and shook his head, as if mentally ridding himself of the memory. "Once we figured out what was happening, we boarded up the house like the news told us to. We planned to stay there for a while. But then I got the text from Kurt, but my sister begged me to stay, so I did. But then eventually, we ran out of supplies. So I changed the plan. I got my sister and mother enough supplies to last them a while and found them a car. I would go to the school and they would head to my grandparents lakeside house to wait for me. They told me they would wait for five days, and if I didn't show up, they would move on without me." He took a breath. "The point is, I made a promise to my sister that I would get back to her. A promise I intend to keep."
She watched as a single tear fell down Blaine's cheek, followed by another and another until it became a slow falling stream. She watched this person, someone who looked entirely different from the first person she had met; someone who wasn't afraid to open up to her, to cry in front of her. He wasn't afraid. "My name is Rachel." She said suddenly.
"What?" He said, laughing slightly as he wiped at his cheeks.
"My name is Rachel." She repeated. She stood from her chair, paced for a moment then sat down on the bed beside him. "And you were right. I do have a plan. I heard something on a news broadcast on the day it happened. It had been playing on my fathers phone. It said something about the infection having been contained within the boarders of Canada."
Blaine gave her a questioning look. "Why are you telling me this?" He asked.
Rachel released a heavy sigh and looked at Blaine. "I might come across as a bit of a bitch-"
He laughed. "A bit?"
She scowled at him and in return he raised his arms in mock surrender. "As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me...I might come across as a bit of a bitch, but I'm not completely heartless. I know what its like to lose someone and I'm sure if I had a little sister, or someone out there waiting for me, I would stop at nothing until I found them."
"So, what? Your saying that you'll help us?" He asked, eyes squinted with hesitance.
"Yes. As much as it pains me, I'll help you." Blaine laughed. She stood from the bed and turned around to stand in front of him, pinning him down with her stare. "But if any of you drag me behind or don't so something when I ask, I won't hesitate to shoot you."
Quinn stood in the doorway to the kitchen, hands placed around her growing stomach as she watched Tina and Mercedes prepare the food. She jumped slightly in her position as two large arms wrapped around her from behind. She closed her eyes and breathed in a sigh of relief as the familiar warmth of Finn surrounded her. He rested his chin on her shoulder and breathed deeply. "Hi." She said.
"Hey. How are you both doing?" He asked, gently rubbing circles over the top of her bump.
"The baby is good." She replied, twisting her head to look up at him. "I'm more that a little freaked out, but who wouldn't be under the circumstances." She turned around completely and wrapped her arms around his middle. "Why did this have to happen?" She asked.
Finn sighed and tightened his arms around her. He rested his chin on top of her head as he stroked her back comfortingly. "I don't know. But I promise, we are going to be fine. So is our baby." He promised.
Quinn closed her eyes tightly against the burning of her eyes. She buried her head into the crook of Finn's neck. Hearing him say those words—our baby—always sent a wave of nauseousness through her body. Knowing that the baby wasn't Finn killed her each time she thought about it, she hated lying to him. Sometimes when she was alone, she would cry. She would curse herself for being so foolish as to have slept with Noah Puckerman, of all people. His best friend. But she had to keep this secret. Maybe in different circumstances she would have told him the truth. But she couldn't. Not now. Not when the only thing keeping him alive was Kurt, her and the baby. He had already lost his Mother and Burt; she didn't want him to lose anything else.
Puck had tried his hardest to win her over. She could see how hard he was trying. She appreciated it, she really did and like she said, different circumstances. But Finn needed the baby more, and selfishly so, she needed Finn more. She loved Puck, she did. But not much as she allowed herself to feel for Finn.
She loved Finn and that was all that mattered.
"Could you two be any more disgusting?" Santana scrunched up her face as she passed by them.
Quinn looked up to Finn and placed a finger to his lips. She knew he was about to retort something. "It isn't worth it, Finn." She said. Finn smiled down at her, grinning wickedly. He bent down and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Everyone is meeting in the living room to talk about what we're doing tomorrow when we leave." Santana said as she made her way back out of the kitchen, water bottle in hand. Finn reached down and kissed her on the forehead just as she passed and the Latina fake gagged in response. He took her smaller hand into his own, smiling, and led her into the living room.
"Where is this place you think we can go?" Mercedes asked Mr Schue from her place on the single chair she shared with Kurt.
Mr Schue shook his head in thought. "My mother bought a cabin about ten years ago near this lake not too far south of here. Its a dense area, so there wouldn't be any huge amount of zombies around. My father used to go hunting and he kept his guns in the shed out back. We could use those to defend the cabin. If we board up the windows, maybe he would wait out the infection, or until someone comes to rescue us." He glanced around the room, waiting to take in everyone's response.
Kurt cleared his throat and looked at his former teacher. "As good as that sounds, Mr Schue, we can't simply wait out this infection. Its pretty serious and I don't see it disappearing over night any time soon. It about time people got that into their heads. The infection is spreading, its getting worse; it isn't going to get better. We have spent the whole time locked up in that school, naïve about everything outside of those walls. Leaving today made me come to the realisation that this is real, its not a game. The army, or secret forces, or whoever is supposed to be protecting us: they aren't coming!" He looked around the room, his chest slightly heaving. "Since day one, we've all been hoping for some kind of hero to come and save us. That's why we never move from the school. But you all need to wake up from reality, because no one is coming. It will never go back to the way it was. Those things outside, they aren't human any more. Most of the world is probably already dead! And before long, we will die with them!"
"Way to put a downer on things Hummel." Santana snapped as she wrapped her arms around Brittany, trying to comfort her. "Maybe we need to keep thinking someone will come and save us, because any kind of hope is better than none. Its what's keeping us all alive. The hope of something better. You telling us that were all going to die is not helping in any situation." She let go of her girlfriend and stood from her seat, her face scrunched with anger. "I've had to listen to your crap for days Hummel! Crying about losing you dad! Like your no the only one who's lost someone...but you don't see that, you don't see the rest of us moping around and playing the woe is me crap! We're getting on with it because we have to."
"Santana, I think that's enough." Mr Schue tried to implement, his hands risen in a calming manor.
"No. You are not my teacher any more, I don't have to listen to you." Santana snapped. Quinn could see the shimmers running through her body as she clenched her firsts. It was as though all her pent up anger had finally arisen at once, and it was all fired at Kurt. Santana relaxed visibly as her girlfriend wrapped her arms around her from behind, pulling the Latina to sit down in her lap.
"What's going on?" All head snapped to the new voice. It was Blaine, standing in the door way with his arms crossed, accusing eyes snapping between Kurt and Santana.
Kurt rolled his eyes, faking decency. Quinn could tell he had been affected by Santana's words. "Ask her." He nudged his hand over to the Latina.
Blaine turned his head to stare at Santana. "Oh, don't look at me like that Anderson." She shot back, scrutinising him with her own glare. "Your boy over there was upsetting people with his negative hope, saying that we're all going to die. Its not my fault that he can't keep his ungodly large mouth shut."
"We are going to die, Santana. Help isn't magically going to come riding in like some people like to believe." Kurt glanced around the room.
"We're not going to die Kurt." Blaine sighed. He moved around the cluster of people sitting on the floor so he could stand in front of them all. "I've just been talking with Rachel-"
"So the bitch does have a name." Santana murmured.
Blaine shot her a look. "-and she has a plan to get us out of here, all of us. She heard on a broadcast that the infection had been contained within the boarders of Canada. That's where she was heading. It took some convincing, but I managed to get her to let us come along. As long as we stay in line and don't get her killed." He added with a light chuckle.
Finn rolled his eyes and clutched to her tighter. "Are we seriously going to trust this chick? We don't even know her and we're going to listen to her? For all we know she could be just using us to get to where she needs, then she'll drop us like fleas. I say we do what Mr Schue suggested and go to his parents cabin. We should hide there until someone comes, or we wait it out."
"You obviously weren't listening before." Kurt said. "There is no one coming, Finn. And if we go to that cabin, we'll definitely die. If not by zombie attack, then by starvation."
"He has a point." Sam agreed. "If there is no infection in Canada, we should be going there, not to some cabin near a lake where any amount of zombies could be. Besides, near the lake we would be able to defend it if we didn't know what was coming."
"There is no infection in Canada." Rachel said as she appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "At least I'm sure of it. So if your not happy with my being in charge, then I suggest you leave. People who aren't willing to listen will just drag this group down."
No one moved. She could feel Finn next to her, sinking lower into the chair.
"How can you be sure that there is no infection?" Mike asked.
Rachel shrugged. "I can't be, nothing is one hundred percent. But we'll never know until we try. It's not like we can sit here for the rest of our existence, if we stay in one place too long we'll be sure to die."
"When are we leaving for Canada?" Sugar asked.
"In two days," Rachel stated as she looked around the room. "We won't be leaving tomorrow because I want to make sure we have enough supplies to last us until we get there. So I'm going to need a few people to come out with me on a supply run to collect a few things." She looked towards Blaine, then to Santana and the rest of the group.
"I'll come." Blaine nodded at Rachel.
Mike slowly stood from the floor. "I could help. I can shoot and I'm not half bad with swinging a bat either."
There was a long pause. No one else said anything.
"Pussies." Santana broke the silence, glowering at her friends. "Since everyone else is too afraid to leave, I guess I'll come."
"San-" Brittany looked at her girlfriend with a sudden shock on her face.
Santana turned to her girlfriend, cutting her off with a reassuring kiss to the lips. "Don't worry, baby girl. I'll be just fine, you know I will. I'll only be gone a few hours and Quinn will be here with you, okay?" Brittany nodded in understanding, nuzzling her head into Santana's neck.
"No one else?" Rachel asked. She raised her brow before crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine. Be ready to go at eight o'clock sharp tomorrow morning. I want to get there and back before-" She stopped mid sentence as a loud static filled the room. Rachel looked down at her side, where a radio was strapped to her shorts.
"Hello?" A voice came through. "Is anyone there? Please. My name is Hunter Clarington. My-My group and I are of eight survivors. We're staying in a school called Dalton Academy in Westerville, Ohio. Please, if anyone can hear this right now. We need your help. We're running low on supplies and we have no way of getting out of here. I repeat, if anyone can here this right now, we need help."
Before anyone could make any sense of the voice, Blaine had moved across the room and snatched up the radio. "Hunter? Hunter Clarington? This is Blaine Anderson calling. I used to attend Dalton Academy. Please, could you name the survivors among your group."
Silence came from the other end of the radio. Nobody said a word, all the could hear was the static that filled the room from the radio. A moment later, another voice came from the radio. This one was different. "Blaine? Thank heavens your alive. Its Sebastian, Sebastian Smythe. You have no idea how good it feels to hear a familiar voice. We haven't heard anything from another living person since it started, we've sent out messages but no replies came. So long without a reply and now your answering?"
Blaine face lit up and he laughed, tears welling in his eyes. Quinn recognised the name, Blaine had mentioned it many times. Sebastian Smythe was the former best friend of Blaine Anderson when they used to attend Dalton together. The boys used to share a dorm room. "Man, its really good to hear your voice Sebastian. Please, say the others made it too?"
Sebastian sighed. "Not everyone made it." He paused. "Ethan and Flint, they didn't make it. They-they got bit. Now its just me, Trent, David, Thad, Wes, Nick, Jeff and the guy you heard before, Hunter. Seriously, this place is crawling with walkers. We haven't left the same room since day one, that's how Ethan and Flint died."
Blaine took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. Then he replied, "Ethan and Flint were good people. But I'm glad you made it, Sebastian. Don't worry, we have a place you can come. Just hold tight okay, and we will come and get you tomorrow."
"Thanks Blaine," Sebastian sighed through the radio. "We really appreciate it."
"Stay close to the radio. I'll contact you again tomorrow when we're about to head your way." Blaine told him.
"No problem, we'll see you tomorrow." Sebastian replied.
"See you then." Blaine said and let his finger slip off the radio.
Rachel's face was anything but happy. She stared at Blaine, eyes glaring with her hands pressed to her hips. Her fingertips were turning white with the ferocity of her grip. "We never agreed to go and rescue them Blaine."
"I know that," Blaine licked his lips. "But they're my friends. I can't just turn away and ignore them. I'm not asking you to come with me, but I'm going to get them whether I have to go by myself or not."
"And how do you suppose your going to get there without a car? Your not taking any of mine," Rachel raised her right brow. The two stared each other down. "You have nothing to defend yourself with, the streets will be crawling with the dead. What do you suppose will happen then?"
Blaine grunted. "I don't care if I have to walk there. I'm going to help them. I can just ignore someone when they need my help. Nothing that you or anyone says can stop me."
"You aren't going by yourself," Kurt stood from his chair. "I may not be much help, but since your so strung up on helping them, and as your honorary best friend, there is no way your going without me."
Rachel chuckled sarcastically. "You guys are really willing to walk to Westerville to risk your lives for them?"
"That's what you do when you care about someone." Blaine said, setting her with a steely gaze.
The brunette glared back in return. Her brow scrunched together in thought and behind her eyes, Quinn could see the conflict of a torn woman. "Fine," Rachel finally grunted. "Then I must be as must of an idiot as you because I'm coming with you. I'm not being responsible for either of your deaths. We can take the Hummer out tomorrow, it just mean we'll be staying in this hell town for another day."
