A/N: I have some chapters already written, but the story is not finished yet, so if you like it, let me know in the comments.

WARNING: From now on, there will be a lot of dark and sad things. It's a zombie apocalypse after all!

Again thank you to my lovely friend Catie for helping me edit the story :)

Enjoy!

Day 1: Chaos

I opened my eyes slowly. I wasn't ready for what I saw. I couldn't take my eyes off the scene in front of me. There was a man eating something. Not something, someone. He was eating… Artie?

Someone kneeled beside me. It was Puck.

"You okay?" he said. Was I? I didn't answer.

He helped me up and when I was on my feet again, I saw her. Her hair was drenched in blood and it ran down her face and stained her turquoise dress. Finn was carrying her. What was happening? Was I dreaming? Was this some terrible nightmare where you couldn't wake up until you die?

Mr. Schue was walking backwards with the rest of us at his back. Sam, Mike and Beiste were trying to open the back door. Sue, Joe and Rory were nowhere to be seen and the others seemed just fine.

But she wasn't. She was unconscious in Finn's arms. Her limbs were falling like she was dead. Was she dead? I looked up at Finn. He was crying as if he didn't know what to do. I was too shocked to cry.

I felt there was a fog blocking my hearing and I couldn't listen cleanly to my surroundings. Finn was saying something, again and again and his voice was becoming clearer with each movement of his lips.

"Just open the goddamn door!" I finally heard him yelling impatiently.

Suddenly every noise around me became crystal clear and brought me back to reality. There was a lot of lot of yelling and crying and then a thud. They opened the door.

We got out of the bus disoriented. There was huge accident with several cars and a couple of ambulances involved. There were people injured while others were running like there was no tomorrow.

Why were they running? Soon I knew the reason. Some people were attacking others, like the man on the bus.

Were they like zombies, like in the movies? That was supposed to be science fiction, that couldn't happen in real life. It was a dream. It had to be.

When they grabbed Sugar and I heard her scream in pain while that man bit on her neck I knew it wasn't a dream. It was too real to be a dream.

I walked backwards when a woman pounced on Mrs. Pillsbury. Mr. Schue tried to get her free as he ordered everyone to run. And that's what we did.

Then everything happened really fast. I heard someone yelling something about staying together. I thought it was Sam. While I ran I checked constantly where Finn was. I didn't want to get away from him and Rachel. Even with my initial shock, I was worried.

Puck was next to me. I kept moving not wanting to look back, when suddenly I heard a glass crashing at my right. I saw scared how a hand reached out from the car window, but I sidestepped quickly.

"Quinn!" Puck yelled.

That man inside the car was insane. He kept injuring himself with the broken window just to get to me. I was unable to peel my eyes away from his ghastly towering features; his face was sunken in, eyes unfocused. His mouth twitched and drooled as if craving for something; for me. The smell of blood that was coming out from his face and arms made my stomach churn and I was having a hard time not to vomit. It seemed he had been bleeding from the eyes, but that blood was now dry. The color of his pupils were a mix of dark red and black. I saw everything that I never wanted to see before Puck made me move again.

"C'mon!" he said grabbing me by the arm and pulling.

I focused again on running. My yellow dress allowed me to move freely, even if it was below my knee, but my brown leather sandals didn't let me run as fast as I would have liked to in that situation. At that moment, I wished I had my trainers and my cheerleader uniform.

Coach Beiste said something about the woods. Yes, it was a good idea. Everybody that I saw turned right into the woods to move away from the road. A guy blocked Tina and Mike's path. They stepped back.

It was the last time I saw them.

I ran as fast as I could, not taking my eyes away from her. Brittany and Santana where right behind me. Kurt, Blaine, Sam and Beiste were leading the way followed by Finn. The more we ran, the less I could hear the screams and the more I could think.

Beth… Was this happening everywhere or was it just there? Was it under control?

"Puck!" I called. He turned to look at me. He understood what I meant instantly.

"Just keep running for now," he said.

When we got to what it seemed safe land, Beiste said something about catching our breaths.

Everybody stopped and walked towards Finn, who was laying Rachel on the ground. She couldn't be dead. Someone asked. It was Kurt.

Finn leant forward and listened carefully.

"She's breathing," he said relieved. He took his jacket off and started cleaning her. Beiste kneeled beside her and checked her wounds. As a football team coach, she had enough knowledge on first aid techniques.

"Her wounds aren't that bad at first sight. I thought they were worse because of all the blood, but I'm not sure if this is all hers," she said pointing at her dress. "However I cannot tell if she has a severe concussion," Beiste announced.

"We need to get some help," Finn said.

"What the hell is happening?" Santana prompted. It was a rhetorical question, because no one there knew the answer.

I took my phone and dialed Shelby's number. Then my mum's. Nothing.

"Try your phones," I said and the answers came almost instantly. The lines were jammed. No internet connection neither. Phones had stopped working when we left Chicago a few hours before, but we hadn't given it too much thought because we were still enjoining our victory.

"We'll figure out something, but we need to know first what's happening."

"Maybe it was just this accident," Mercedes offered.

"Or maybe not…" Kurt added.

"What can we do?" Sam asked.

"We should stop for now." That was Blaine.

"What!? We are not going to stop. We need help!" Santana said.

"And what are you suggesting? We can't get back to the road, our phones don't work and Rachel is injured!"

"Don't shout at me! You hear me? Don't even try to raise your fucking voice at me!" Santana yelled.

"Are you going to stop me?" Blaine responded defiantly.

"Of course I am!" Santana walked towards him, but was stopped by Beiste in a second.

"Everybody calm down!" Beiste ordered.

"Tell her to fucking calm down!" It was the first time I heard Blaine swear.

"Santana stop," Beiste ordered, but she kept fighting until the only thing that was left was a sobbing mess. Everybody watched in silence the scene. Kurt was also crying while he went next to Rachel to hold her hand.

"Blaine is right," Beiste began, "it's getting dark and it's too dangerous to get back to the road," she finished.

"No," Finn objected, "I'm not going to stay here watching her like that," he added pointing at Rachel. "We're not too far from Plymouth. I've seen it on the signs. There has to be a clinic or something there."

"He's right." That was the first time I spoke and I agreed with him. Suddenly everybody seemed to be arguing with themselves.

"I'm going," Santana said and after that everybody approved Finn's idea.

"Errr, guys?" Puck began, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?" Finn asked.

"I'm probably not the smartest person here, but if what is happening is what I think it is, the worst thing we can do is going to a city, and even worse to a hospital."

"Why do say that?" I intervened, "Rachel is injured. We need a doctor."

"Okay, listen to me," he began before anyone could call him stupid or something, "at the accident there were a couple of ambulances involved. My theory? The crazy people came out of those ambulances, which means that they were going to a hospital. Imagine how many of them got to the hospital by this time and went crazy there."

"That's just a theory," Finn said.

"Look," Puck insisted, "I've read, watched and played everything that is related to zombies—"

"Zombies!?" Kurt interrupted, "Are you insane?"

"Call them whatever you want, but you saw them eating, biting and attacking other people."

"Okay, what's your point?" Blaine asked impatiently.

"My point is that all the information on this issue agrees in at least three things: Avoid highways, don't go to a hospital or medical center and get away from populated areas."

"Those are just theories," Finn claimed.

"Or maybe not…" Sam spoke up, "I'm not that much into the zombie world, but I think zombies or not, what Puck is saying makes perfect sense."

"Thank you," Puck agreed, "In short, more people more chances to find trouble."

"Maybe he's right," Kurt added. It made sense, but I still thought that we needed a doctor to check on Rachel.

"Fine. You can stay, but I'm going to take her to—"

We all turned to look at Rachel while she stirred up slowly, sounds of murmurs and groans coming quietly from her lips.

"Rach?" Finn responded quickly, kneeling beside her.

"Finn?" she opened her eyes a bit and looked around. We locked eyes and I felt a wave of relief as a smile formed on my lips.

"How are you feeling?" he asked helping her to sit up.

"A little dizzy and my head hurts." She looked at her surroundings confused "What happened? Where are we?" Her voice was soft and weak, but I could sense the concern on her tone.

"Well," Finn tried, "We had a car accident but it got worse after that."

"Worse?"

No one answered. Beiste took a deep breath and began explaining her everything. Each word she said felt like a stab to everyone. It was like a reminder of who wasn't there anymore.

Rachel's eyes were covered in tears and she wasn't the only one. She asked a lot of questions, but we didn't have answers for any of them.

"What are we going to do now?"

"We're going to Plymouth, so someone there can check your cuts Finn replied. "Can you walk?" Rachel nodded.

"So we are finally going to a city?" Puck asked disappointed.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to," Finn answered abruptly.

"No, we should stick together. We are all going."

That day I knew what it was like to feel scared.

Night 1: She's okay.

There wasn't enough room for all the amount of people who were in the hospital. They had a whole floor in quarantine and a lot of people feeling ill were coming. The hall was full and we were all gathered around Rachel. A nurse came to treat her wounds, and she said they were superficial.

A man explained us that the police was evacuating Manhattan, because something was making people more aggressive. At that point only one channel was working and the only thing they were saying was that we had to stay at home. He told us that most websites on the internet were blocked. No YouTube, newspapers, Facebook… Nothing.

When we had entered the hospital I felt safer, because there were policemen everywhere, but as time went by I felt less secure. There were too many people in a small space. Particularly there was a woman next to us coughing up blood and no one was taking care of her. It was making me nervous.

"How much time are we going to stay here?" I asked.

"They are going to give her some painkillers and Beiste is talking with the police to see if they can help us get to Lima," Finn replied.

"Why don't we try to get some sleep? We're safe here." That was Blaine.

I looked at Puck. He made me feel safe just by staying next to him. I sat on the floor and so did he. He hugged me so I could use him as a pillow.

Rachel was in front of me wrapped in Finn's arms, while I was in exactly the same place with Puck. We looked at each other and a weak smile appeared in my face. She responded the same way before closing her eyes. I was glad she was here with us.

That night, against all odds, I managed to sleep.

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