AN: I have fallen in love with the idea of Rachel and Blaine being related. So yes, in this story they are related. Both were adopted by Mr. & Mr. Berry. Also, the only relationships that have been established as of now are Faberry and Brittana with a side of Mike/Tina. I'm not so sure if Klaine and Samcedes will happen, even though I adore the pairs. But we'll see.
9:02AM -Police Station
"Doors locked?"
Santana ignored Noah's question and pulled her phone out sending a quick text to Rachel. Slipping her phone back into her slightly tight cargo pants, she slid around the desk to stand next to Noah. She followed his gaze and tried holding back a laugh which just came out as a snort. He looked over at her and then slowly let his eyes fall back onto the objects in front of him.
"It can't be this easy" he mumbled to himself. "It's never this fucking easy."
Sitting in front of them were 3 police handheld radios sitting on a black charging port that could easily hold another 5. Noah picked one up but was met with silence as he tried to turn it on.
"Fuck."
"It's not plugged in Squirrel-Head. They probably just need to be charged."
Santana picked up the dangling cord and showed Noah. He mumbled a quick 'oh' and picked up the charging port to examine it. Santana, bored with just watching him poke at the thing, decided to look around and see what she could find. Of course she was just secretly hoping to find more handhelds because she knew 3 would never be enough. Walking down a short hallway, she came upon an open door that led to a room with small TV screens spread across the wall. Smirking she strolled over to the office chair that was in the middle of the room and plopped down onto it.
"If I was a walkie talkie, where the f-word would I be?"
9:30AM –WallyWorld
Sam parked Finn's truck right against the front doors of the store and nudged Mercedes to open the door so that they could exit the car through the passenger's side of the car. As the automatic glass doors slid open in front of him, he instantly knew this was a bad idea. Grabbing a shotgun from the bed of the truck, he turned and handed it to Mercedes. With wide eyes, she put both her hands up before turning back to the car and grabbing a silver baseball bat that once belonged to Noah.
"I'm not like you and Susie Q over here. I can't work a gun so I'll stick to this."
Sam chuckled softly before walking in ahead of the girls. He exhaled slowly and double checked his grip on the shotgun in his hands. Right as he was about to scream out, Quinn's hand flew over his mouth before pulling him back towards the entrance.
"Let me. I'll go in, and run around the store. If there is anything in there, I'll grab their attention."
"Quinn, are you insane? Rachel will kill me if I let anything happen to you. I'll kill me if anything happens to you."
Quinn sighed, a bit frustrated with her girlfriend at the moment. She knew she could do this. Before all of this madness, she woke up at the ass crack of dawn for Cheerio's practice which always began the same. Sue would make them run 5 miles every morning, including Saturdays. Santana, Brittany, and she were the fastest girls out of the group. She pulled her fingerless gloves over her slightly tanned hands and gripped both her pistols with force. Rachel would just have to suck it up.
"I'm going."
"Q-"
"Sam. I am going. Give me 3 minutes. That's all I need. I'm gonna take out any targets that are ahead of me. When I round back up to the front, you and 'Cedes can take out the ones behind me. Got it?"
She didn't wait on an answer from the blonde boy. Instead, she ran. The second she took down the first main isle, she cupped her gloved hands around her mouth as best she could what with 2 pistols occupying them.
"Come at me, motherfuckers!"
9:45AM –Temporary Home
Tina walked around the first floor with her bat in hand. Like Mercedes, she was better at close range attacks rather than shooting a gun. Walking through the back kitchen door that led to the garage, she settled on organizing the supplies they had managed to scavenge over the last 3 weeks. She laughed at the small mess Blaine and Brittany had made earlier this morning when they were getting everything set for the groups that were going out. Those two were like children really. Boxes of ammunition were stacked on top of boxes that held smaller boxes of pancake mix. What a tongue twister, she thought. Walking farther in to the spacious garage, she saw the duffle bags full of canned food and bottled water leaning against the boxes that were ready to topple over. The real mess was in the clothes scattered all around the supplies. She wandered over to her electric Nissan LEAF and sat on the hood, but quickly jumped up as if it was on fire. Smiling like an 8 year old on Christmas morning, she ran back inside the house in search of her cell phone.
Upstairs, Brittany and Blaine were sitting on the railing of the porch that stretched across the entire front of the house. They each had snipers in their hands, every once in a while aiming and shooting it at a wandering zombie headed their way. It wasn't exactly the safest way to hunt down zombies, but they always were the more childish ones of the group. Of course it never bothered them when someone called them out on it. They both knew they were adorable.
"Blaine?"
"Yeah Britt Britt?"
"Why does everyone act like this is all ok? I mean… we're probably the only humans left in America and we have to sleep with like one eye open ya know? Nobody seems scared though…"
Blaine looked over at the blonde who was now staring at her scuffed up Chucks and smiled sadly. He knew his best friend was scared. Hell he was scared himself.
"Britt, everyone is scared. Do you not see how Santana grips onto you the second she sees you?" He glanced up from her shoes and smiled softly at her. "Everyone is scared B. Even Rachel and Puck. It's just... the universe kind of screwed us over ya know? We got dealt this bad hand and now we gotta roll with it. There's no point in sitting back and crying about it. We just gotta suck it up and try to find happiness in each other. Make sense?"
Brittany held her gun in her hand and looked down the street seeing a zombie headed their way. She thought over the words that had just left her best friend's mouth and nodded her head.
"Yeah. I tots get it" she replied before aiming down the zombie and blasting it's head off causing its body to land on the ground with a loud thud.
"10 points. Booyah!"
9:35AM –WallyWorld
Quinn ran. She ran faster than she ever thought possible. Putting a bullet through a zombie's head that was walking towards her, she rounded the corner and ran towards Sam and Mercedes who were waiting by the glass doors.
"Incoming!"
Sam turned his head in her direction with his shotgun ready to shoot. His eyes, along with Mercedes', widened as they saw the group of at least 30 zombies that were right on her tail. As she ran towards them, she turned around continuing to run backwards and started shooting zombies directly in the head. Following her lead, Sam started shooting once the crowd got closer. Mercedes planted her feet on the ground and waited as zombie after zombie came towards her. When they were in her reach she swung her bat, effectively cracking skulls and splattering blood all over the floor. Once all was said and done they each released a breath they didn't realize they were holding.
"Ok well uh. Now what?"
Quinn rolled her eyes at Sam and shoved him towards the right side of the store while also shoving a duffle bag in his hand.
"Go find things we need. 'Cedes and I are gonna go grab some food. Be careful. I think we got them all but… you never know."
Sam nodded his head understanding what she meant. As he headed towards the toiletries, he glanced towards the electronics and made a mental note to stop by there before heading back to the house.
10:00AM –Across the Police Station
"Ugh, when did it get so hot out? It's still April. What the actual fuck."
Mike laughed and opened his mouth to respond to the short brunette standing next to him but was cut off by his phone vibrating in his pocket. He looked down at the screen and upon seeing Tina's name, quickly hit answer.
"Hey everything ok?"
On the other side of town Tina smiled at the concern laced in her boyfriend's voice.
"Yup. Everything's fine. Put Rachel on the phone please. I need to speak with her."
"What? Why didn't you just call her on her phone?"
Rachel perked up and looked towards Mike. Watching him blush and mumble a low response to Tina, she reached for the phone once he handed it to her.
"Hey Tina what's up?"
"Rachel! What's big and yellow and has wheels that go round and round?"
"Um… a school bus?"
"Nope you're… absolutely correct. Ugh damn it Rachel, you weren't suppose to guess so quickly!"
Rachel bit back a laugh and looked towards Mike who looked as confused as she was. She failed to hold in her laugh when she realized Tina was still play arguing with her over the phone.
"Tina! Why the fuck are we talking about school buses?" Rachel asked as she let out a low laugh.
"Because Rach. It would be the perfect thing to keep our things in. Think about it, all our bags and gas containers can fit in it plus it can hold all of us if the situation ever presented itself. And trust me I know what you're thinking. We have enough cars as it is. If we get anymore it brings up the chance of getting separated. But I figured we can leave my car behind. It'd give Kurt, Santana, and Mercedes 2 extra batteries for their cars. And maybe Sam can drive it and-"
"TINA! Slow down woman. You had me at bags and gas containers."
Now Mike was really confused.
11:23AM –Kurt and Finn
Finn walked down the small street, gun in hand, waiting for Kurt to finish taking the gas from all of the abandoned cars that surrounded them. They were on their last street and had filled less than a quarter of their containers. It was frustrating, but they knew they weren't going to get much in this small town.
"Ahhh!"
Finn quickly spun around to face where Kurt was and raised his gun. He was confused when he realized there was no zombie in sight. "Kurt what's wrong?" he asked as he jogged towards his step brother.
"I spilled gasoline all over my shoes."
12:30PM –Police Station
Santana walked into the front of the police station wearing a bullet proof vest she had found in the back closet while also carrying a box. She watched as Noah smiled at her holding 2 handheld radios in his hand. The 3rd one was laying next to the charging port which now had its cord wrapped around it. He slid one across the long desk towards her and pressed down on a button on the one in his hand.
"Testing testing 1, 2, 3"
Santana laughed as she heard his voice pour out of the speaker and picked up her handheld, examining it before putting it in the front pouch of her police vest.
"There are a few more in this box. I didn't get to count how many but I think it's a good enough amount."
She grabbed a vest from the top of the box and tossed it to Noah who looked up at her confused.
"Those zombie fuckers aren't shooting us but they are trying to bite us. They won't get through these though. Now grab this fucking box Puckerman. I can barely see over it."
Noah laughed and gripped the sides of the box after putting the charging port on top of everything. "Did you call Artie?" he asked her as they walked over to the doors and looked towards the street. Before Santana got a chance to answer him, Artie's black hummer rolled to stop right in front of the doors. Santana quickly unlocked the door and headed to the car with Noah behind her. As they entered the car, they heard gun shots ringing in the air. Once they were both in, Artie sped away doing a lap around the block that would give enough time for Rachel and Mike to climb down from the roof of the building they were on.
12:35PM –Across the Police Station
"Go Chang Go!"
Rachel picked up her rifle, strapping it around her body and pushed Mike towards the fire escape. She pulled out her pistol from the front of her jean shorts and began firing shots at the few zombies that were looking up at them from around the fire escape. Mike kicked the metal latter praying for it to go down, frowning when it didn't. Rachel was 2 stairwells above him when she saw him leap down and tumble onto the floor.
"It's jammed! You're gonna have to jump. I'll catch you Rach, I swear."
Rachel let out a frustrated sigh and ran down the small sets of stairs. She lowered her body through the hole, arms on either side of the opening holding her up and looked down at Mike. He nodded his head and she dropped down into his arms. The second her body began falling, she felt heat shoot throughout her left forearm.
"FUCK!"
Mike quickly placed her on her feet and looked at her arm. Rachel had cut her arm on the side of the opening, creating a gash that wrapped around half of her forearm. Thinking quickly, he pulled his shirt over his head and wrapped it around the arm of the cursing brunette. They began jogging along the side of the building and broke out into a run when they saw Artie pull up on the curb in front of them.
1:00PM –Temporary Home
Rachel lay on the couch with her head in Santana's lap as Tina looked over her arm. Everyone was back at the house besides Sam, Mercedes, and Quinn. The short brunette was growing impatient, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up with her girlfriend. She was also becoming worried, but of course she wouldn't admit that to the rest of her friends.
"You needs ta relax, Shorty. Q's got another hour."
Rachel nodded in agreement to what Santana said and gave her a small smile. She felt herself begin to relax as Santana played with her hair. She closed her eyes and suddenly felt the aftermath of the past 3 weeks hit her. Rachel barely slept, yet her body was still programmed to wake up extra early causing her to lose sleep. With eyes closed, she reached out to grab Santana's hand in her own before turning on her side and letting sleep wash over her.
AN: I didn't wanna end it here guys but I also didn't wanna make you all wait any longer for an update. Plus, it's time for the season finale of Pretty Little Liars :p. Next chapter should be up within a few days. As always, reviews would be awesome! :)