DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee or it's characters. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, I'd be writing the scripts. And there would be plenty of scenes filled with Puckleberry goodness.
AN: I was bored and had nothing better to do then write chapter numero dos. Please don't get used to having two chapters in one day, it's not very likely that it'll happen. Again, please excuse any mistakes.
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"Finn, please shutup." Kurt snapped at his stepbrother. Finn scoffed, "Bro! I'm not kidding, this is just like Call Of Duty: World At War. You know? 'Cause of the zombies?" Kurt closed his eyes, resisting the urge to smack Finn. "Yes, I'm aware. Except if we die now, we don't respawn." he hissed at his brother, before looking back out the window.
Finn sobered up, dropping to his knees to look out the front window beside his brother. He looked away as his neighbor ran across the street, a zombie hot on her trails. She ran, only to come face to face with a small group of the ugly creatures. She screamed as the zombies fell on her, already feeding. Both boys looked away, wishing they could do something to help her.
"We have to get out of here." Finn said levelly. The hysteria and terror from earlier was gone from his eyes, and he looked normal, composed even. Kurt nodded in agreement, "I know. But how?" he paused, and as an afterthought he added, "And where would we go?" Finn frowned, then snapped his fingers, "Burt left his keys, we can take his truck and get the hell out of here" he said.
Kurt pursed his lips, and another scream rang through the air. Both boys closed their eyes, grimacing. Adam's eyes snapped open when the screaming ended, and he asked, "Where should we go?" Finn thought for a moment, "The super market?" he asked, crouching lower as the shadow of a zombie passed the window. Kurt lowered his voice, grabbing Finn's arm and tugging his brother towards the kitchen, "No. It'll be too crowded." the boys huddled against the bottom cupboards, praying that their earlier conversation hadn't alerted the zombies to their presence.
"School!" Finn and Kurt said at the same time. They nodded at each other, "What's the plan?" Finn asked, as another shadow passed the window. "I'll get some food and clothes packed, while you find the keys. And then-" a crash sounded from the living room.
"What do we do?" Finn asked. "They know we're in here." he whispered, fear leaking into his voice. Kurt stood up, "Get the keys, the food, and anything else you can think of. I'll take care of them." he hoisted Finn up, hissing into his ear, "Don't do anything stupid." Finn grinned, unfazed, "What do you think I am? An idiot?" he said, leaving Kurt alone in the kitchen as he disappeared down the hall leading to their bedrooms.
Kurt swallowed heavily and mentally slapped himself for volunteering to be the zombie bait. He looked around the kitchen, frantically searching for something he could use to get rid of those zombie bitches. Carole's knife caddy was resting on the counter, sparkling clean. Kurt stepped forward, selecting the biggest knife. He pulled it out of the caddy, squeezing the handle.
He turned the knife's blade flat against the underside of his arm, handle out. The cool metal chilled his sweaty, feverish skin. He heard the zombies groan in confusion, and judging by the sounds of them shuffling around, there were two. Kurt lifted his arm, knife arced and ready to strike. Kurt pounced onto the back of the first zombie and wrapped his arm around the creatures neck, and he shoved the blade deep into the zombies head. The zombie howled, bucking Kurt off of its back.
Kurt crashed to the ground, and the zombie fell to its knees, then, it hit the ground with a thud. Kurt scrambled up, wrenching the knife from the zombies head and leaping back against the door, preparing to take out the other one. He yelped as a hand clamped over his mouth. "Shh! It's me." Finn hissed in his ear. Kurt relaxed, shoving his brothers hand away. Finn held a finger to his lips before pointing across the room.
Kurt followed his gaze, inhaling sharply when he caught sight of the zombie. It was standing in front of the TV, eyeing its reflection with interest. Finn took the knife from his brother, crouching low. "I got this one." he said quietly, his gaze locked on the creature.
He stood slowly, and Kurt held his breath. Finn moved silently, swiftly, years of football paying off as he advanced on the zombie. The zombies eyes narrowed as it caught sight of Finn in the TV screen. It turned, launching itself at Finn. The zombie and Finn crashed to the ground and Kurt panicked, shouting "No!"
The front door slammed open, but he didn't bother turning his head as he watched—frozen in terror—the zombie try to sink its teeth into Finn. Finn was struggling, twisting away from the zombies mouth, "Kurt!" he shouted helplessly. Kurt snapped back into reality, leaping forward to help—an arm snagged around his waist, dragging him back, and tossing him onto the couch.
A figure took his place and leaped towards the two wrestling on the ground, a bat connecting with the zombies head. Brain matter splattered all over the three of them and the zombie fell off of Finn. He stood shakily, jumping on his savior. "Oh my god, I'd kiss you if I was gay." he gasped out, clutching his heart. Mike chuckled, shoving Finn away, "Yeah, yeah." he turned to Kurt, bat resting on his shoulder. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief.
Mike offered a small smile, not seeming to notice—or care—that there was a body laying at his feet. Another figure appeared at the door and covered her mouth at the site of dead bodies lying around.
"Kurt!" Tina gasped happily when she noticed him standing behind the couch. "You're alive!" she added as she jumped from the door and hugged him until he couldn't breathe."Barely," he said and gently pushed her away. Her gaze went to Mike who was now dusting himself off. "We need to leave, like now before more of those freaks come." He nodded in agreement, taking her hand in his before running back outside. "You guys coming or not?" they both yelled out. Kurt and Finn followed close behind without hesitation.
"Oh, hell no." Santana spat, shoving the ugly creature away from her, "This shit is not kosher." she grimaced, picking up the baseball bat she'd been toting around since early that morning. With a grunt, Santana swung her weapon, the metal bar arcing and smashing into the zombies face. It went down instantly, falling to its knees on the sidewalk, slumping to the side as Bianca kicked it away.
She wiped the bat off on her shirt, the offending red goo splattering her face. She grimaced, "Ugh." wiping the blood from her eyes, nose, and mouth. Santana Lopez was on a mission. Her best friend, Brittany, was at home with a cold. And she wasn't about to let some flesh-eating freaks attack her while she was knocked out from taking too much cough medicine.
She strolled across the sidewalk, whistling a show tune with ease as people ran around her, yelling and screaming as zombies fell on them. Santana considered helping them, but then again, since when had any of them helped her? God, she was such a bitch. she realized with a start, shuffling out of the way as a middle-aged man met his end at the teeth of a particularly nasty looking zombie.
Britt's house was on the next street over, probably surrounded by the ugly undead fucks. Santana winced at the site of Brittany being eaten alive and picked up her pace. As it turns out, there weren't any zombies.
She was shocked-to say the least-to see innocent, naive Brittany with a fucking hunting rifle on her porch drinking tea and petting her cat, Lord Tubbington, who took comfort in laying in her lap. Santana walked down the sidewalk and stopped in front of the blonds place. Brittany's face lit up at the site of Santana, and set the cup of tea down. "Santana!" she rasped out. "What's up?"