I glared at her, "It's mostly Rach that keeps up with that. I think it's been like a year though."

"You think? You would definitely win 'Girlfriend of the Year.'"

"I just forgot. I guess I'm not really invested in it as much as I was."

It was then that it started. It was in that single moment that the world started to end.

The screech of tires resounded behind us. A loud crash startled us. Several cars were piled up, one on top of the other in the middle of the road, the people in them clearly dead.

"Come on, Q. Let's go outside."

Santana, always the brave one, went first. I first noticed the cause of the crash, a body. Well, several bodies. Bodies that were still moving, even with the massive weight of several cars on top of them.

"Please tell me you see that, S," I said, pointing to the bodies.

"See what?" She asked before she saw where my attention was.

We both stared at the bodies and the cars absolutely dumbfounded.

There's no way that those bodies are still moving. It's impossible. Unless.. Nope, that can't be it. It can't be zombies.

There was all sorts of fluids pouring from the cars: oil, washer fluid, antifreeze, and blood. I took a deep breath and smelled the distinct smell of urine. Some one had obviously urinated on themselves during the crashes. Although, based on the strong odor, it was probably multiple people. Several of the people who had witnessed the crash were calling 911.

"I've just been put on hold!"

"Me too!"

"They said it will be another hour or so before anyone can get here! Apparently this has happened all over the city."

A man became frustrated with the lack of assistance and started to help the people out on his own. He reminded me of Puck; very brash, lacking in self-control and always wanting to be the hero. A lady who was in one the cars started to move. The man went to help her first. He was able to break the driver's window and he started to pull her out. The lady didn't fight him she just moaned and swayed before turning towards the man's arm. She stared at it for a moment before latching onto it with her teeth. He screamed out in pain.

"Son of a bitch! What the fuck is your problem lady?"

Another man, one who realized what the lady had become, quickly rushed to his aid. The man who reminded me of Puck dropped the woman after realizing that she had drawn blood. With all the zombie movies I had watched over the years, I figured the man only had about ten minutes before he too would become a zombie. I was right, unfortunately.

"Santana, we have to go."

She stood still, frozen to her spot after witnessing the gruesome zombification process. That poor man had been in pain from the moment he was bitten; screaming, writhing, horrific pain.

I grabbed the smaller girl's shoulder, "Santana. We have to go."

"Brittany.." she whispered.

"We'll find her, San. She'll be okay. We'll find her and Rachel, okay?"

The girl nodded. She still had feelings for the blonde, that was understandable. They were in love. I pushed my hurt aside and grabbed Santana's hand. I pulled her along to my apartment which only a few blocks away from the coffee shop. As we walked through the streets of New York, we saw that things weren't any better than in front of the coffee shop. In fact, they were worse. A lot worse. I started to worry about Rachel, she couldn't handle herself around all this blood and death. She was always talking about 'saving the horses' and how inhumane it was to have them pull carriages. She wouldn't survive for very long. I may not have loved the girl like I should have, but I still cared about her. When we finally arrived at my apartment, I picked up my phone to call Rachel. The phone rang twice before she picked it up.

"Quinn, you know not to call me during rehearsal," Rachel said, scolding me.

"Yeah, Rach. I know, but this is an emergency."

"What's wrong?" I could hear the worry grow in her voice.

"Can you look outside?"

There was silence on the other end of the line. I heard a quiet gasp from Rachel.

"What happened?"

I took a deep breath, "I have no idea. Santana and I were sitting at the coffee shop when we heard a crash behind us. We went outside and people were calling 911 but were being put on hold. They were being told that stuff like that had happened all over the city. Then this guy tried to help some lady out of her car but she was a zombie and.."

"She was a zombie?"

"Yeah, a zombie. That's what caused the crash to begin with, zombies."

"So, zombies are taking over New York?"

"Yes, Rachel! They are. Back to my story, the lady that the guy was helping bit him. And about ten minutes later, he turned into a zombie too. Santana and I stood there helpless until I decided to come back to my apartment."

"Santana's with you?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Keep her safe, Quinn. Brittany will be worried. I'm going to get her and then we're heading to your apartment."

I turned to Santana who was looking out the window at the destruction.

"Rachel is bringing Brittany over here. Is that okay, Santana?"

She nodded.

"Be safe, Rach. I love you."

It wasn't entirely a lie. I did love Rachel Berry, just not the way she thought I did.

"I love you too, Quinn."

I hung up the phone and turned on my TV. The news stations weren't saying much.

"The city of New York has been overwhelmed… It appears that the dead are rising. Everyone is advised to stay inside…Help will be arriving where it's needed as soon as possible… We'll have more updates soon."

It took Rachel and Brittany a while to reach my apartment. When the doorbell rang, I jumped. I ran to the door and opened it.

"Quinn! I'm so glad you're okay," Rachel exclaimed while hugging me.

"I'm glad you're okay too, Rach. I would hate to lose you like this. Brittany, I'm glad you're okay."

"Me too, Q," Brittany said, not yet seeing Santana. "Is San here?"

"Uh, yeah. She's in the kitchen."

Brittany took a deep breath and walked towards the kitchen.

"They haven't seen each other since they broke up three months ago," Rachel whispered.

"Wait, you knew they broke up?"

"Yeah, Britt told me one day when we ran into each other."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Rachel looked reluctant.. almost shy. She was hiding something from me.

"Rachel. Why didn't you tell me?"

Rachel hesitated for a moment.

"I know how you feel about Santana. I've always known. I.. I just didn't want you to leave me. And I knew that if you knew about Santana being single you might would leave me for her. I just didn't want you to leave me. Everybody I've ever loved has left me. I wanted us to be different. I'm so sorry, Quinn. I really am."

I wanted to be angry at her, I really did. But I just couldn't, not with the world outside the way it was and I knew exactly how she felt. I had felt that way before when Santana left.

A/N: I don't own Glee, just borrowing. Criticisms and reviews welcomed.