The next time Rachel opened her eyes, she was in a taxi with Puck beside her holding her hand tightly. She came to the realisation that it was just him with her driving through the city streets. "Where.. Where are we? I thought we were on a train.. And New York.. The Vi-" Puck leaned back to look at Rachel and ran his fingers through her hair slowly.
"Rach, calm down.. Don't freak yourself out, okay? We're in Ohio now. Santana called earlier when you were asleep. She knows we're here. Everything is fine now, I promise." Gazing into his hazel eyes, she knew that was probably not the case, but for now she chose to believe him.
"We got off the train about thirty minutes ago, and we've been in here for about ten. Santana said that things in New York are.. Getting worse. But right now, I don't care about that, and you shouldn't either. All that matters is that you're safe, and we're together." He smiled, though the smile didn't reach his eyes, and looked away out of the window. His hand only held hers tighter, like he couldn't bare to let go.
An escalating panic was arising in Ohio and other states, people feared that the Virus was slowly but surely spreading to other places out of New York. The death toll, or the zombie toll, was certainly growing to a large amount. It was assumed that the whole of NYC was full of walking corpses. It won't be long before those walking corpses became hungry, and began to look for food outside of New York.
It was night-time when they pulled up outside Santana's small, but otherwise pretty home. The front door to Santana's was opened whilst Puck and Rachel got out of the car, Puck retrieving their bags from the boot after paying the anxious looking taxi driver, who soon sped off into the night. Santana crushed both Rachel and Puck in a tight embrace, and lead them both inside.
Santana had obviously heard warnings on the news, because when they walked inside, she closed and locked the front door, placing wooden planks against it. Ohio wasn't even infected, but nobody was taking any chances. The risk they faced was too great.
Hours later, Rachel sat up restlessly on Santana's spare bed unable to sleep, watching people leave their homes through a small crack in the window that had been left uncovered. Puck snored softly beside her, his day had been even longer and tougher than hers. Soon enough, Ohio was going to be a deserted town, and Rachel couldn't decide whether this was good or bad.
For now, it was good. The less people that live here, the less chance there would be that the infected would come looking for food. But the bad would come if the infected did make their way into Ohio, and nobody was around aside from Puck, Rachel and Santana. There would be nowhere to hide once the infected found them, and that's what Rachel feared the most.
Her thoughts and troubles were interrupted as Puck's hand drifted to her waist to lay her back down beside him. He pulled her into a fierce grip just like he had in the taxi, unable to let go of her. Even though now they were safe, they had to treasure every second spent with one another. Anything could happen which would tear them apart forever. But one thing Puck knew for sure; if she died, he would too. Inside and out.