I am immensely sorry for the wait for this chapter, but since Cory's death (may he rest in peace) it didn't feel right writing this. I did have half of his chapter written before he passed, but when I came around to writing it again, my mind went completely blank. But now I have my inspiration back and I hope this chapter makes up for the long wait, I already have more than half of the next chapter written so that shouldn't be too far behind either. But again, so sorry for the long wait!
Light beamed in from the window as Brittany lay awake daydreaming about the events that had accrued over the past few days. Her blond hair sprawled out onto the pillow beneath her while strong tanned arms wrapped around her middle from behind, preventing her from moving an inch. She pretended to be asleep. Laying in bed now was the paradise she had needed since the day of the apocalypse. She figured if she could just lay in bed a while longer, wrapped up in her comfort blanket named Santana while she pretended that everything was okay, then she wouldn't have to face the horror outside that had now become their lives, because as much as she would love to put on a brave face for the rest of the group, emotions always overcame her and soon after that she would find herself wrapped up in the arms of her lover.
She was so proud of her girlfriend, how she managed to stay strong even though the blond knew she was hurting on the inside. Brittany could tell that the Latino was freaking out just as much as the rest of the group, only Santana was so much better at hiding it than most and if it weren't for the fact they'd know each-other since preschool then she might have believed the brave front that Santana put on; but while she knew that was just her girlfriend's way of dealing with thing's, a huge part of her just wanted her to open up, share with her exactly what was going on inside her mind because if Brittany ever did learn anything from mother's many failed relationships, was that keeping feeling's locked up inside was never a good idea. It only ended in tears or heartbreak, both most of the time. She knew it differed from the situation that she was in with Santana, but she felt that if her girlfriend couldn't talk to her about how scared she was, then would she ever talk to her about something in their relationships that upset her, or made her mad?
"Brittany," The blonds heartbeat raced ten times faster than before as she felt Santana's hot breath tickling her neck. "Are you awake?"
Electrical pulses shot through her whole body as Santana's finger tips danced over the blonds forearm and before she could stop herself, a smile worked its way onto her lips as she pressed her back further into the warmth the Latino was radiating behind her. "What's wrong?" She muttered, trying to sound as though she had just woken up.
Santana chuckled. "Nothing baby girl, I didn't mean to wake you."
"Well I'm awake now and-" The blond was cut off when Santana's lips came crashing down onto her own, making Brittany moan into her mouth and forget all thought's of everything she was about to say. "Um, what was that for?" She asked gently when her girlfriend pulled back from the kiss.
The raven haired girl shrugged, a small smirk tracing her lips. "Because I can."
The blond opened her mouth to respond when the door to the bedroom flung open, revealing a seven-month-pregnant Quinn standing in the doorway, her hands places firmly over her hips. "Hate to break up whatever is going on here, but Rachel wants us all downstairs right away." The pregnant girl turned to leave, put poked her head back into the door one last time. "But guys, next time you decided to, you know, do it. Could you please refrain from making so much noise, I think even the baby heard you."
Brittany's cheeks turned ferociously red as she watched her friend retreat out of the door. Her girlfriend on the other hand, couldn't keep the satisfied smirk off her beautiful face. The blond rolled her eyes before climbing out of bed and throwing her clothes back on, Santana following similar actions before she placed a chaste kiss to Brittany's cheek and grabbed her girlfriend's hand. "Let's got see what this bitch wants." Brittany giggled as she let her girlfriend lead the way downstairs, hearing her mumble something about 'stupid Quinn' and 'interrupting sexy times'.
Rachel was still wary about letting Blaine and his ragtag group of friends come along with her. Maybe if more than two of them could actually aim a gun, or at least know how to use another defensible weapon then she might have felt better about the situation.
It might have been Blaine's tragic story that had convinced her to let them come, or the pregnant girl, heck it could have been the slow-minded blond who she just couldn't seem to say not to. She had no clue. But as of now, she was mentally kicking herself in the head for caving into their pleas. Sure, it felt nice knowing that she had saved them (after putting them in danger), but right now she wished they would find somewhere better to go so they would stop eating all of her rations. Of course she knew with more people, less food, but when she woke up this morning at least one-fourth of the food was gone. The food that she worked tirelessly to stock and even risked her life on more than one occasion collecting. Travelling around town on your own isn't easy when there is about fifteen or more zombies trying to latch onto your car, or when they're chasing you around a store while you're trying desperately to hold onto the bags full of food that are braking your arms.
But even though they were eating all of her food and annoying her most of the time, it felt nice being around people again; though she would never admit that to any of them. After she had woken to her fathers that dreadful day, the huge hole in her heart continued to grow. The fact that they weren't around any more to tell her that everything was going to be okay was devastating, to not have them wrap her up into a comforting hug while they rubbed her back whispering comforting words to her kill her a little, because despite the fact that she put up this front, this bad-ass image, she was still that frightened thirteen years old girl who her fathers brought a glass of water to when she was upset.
"Rachel?" A voice startled the brunette. She quickly glanced around the kitchen to find Blaine watching her intently. "You've been staring at that wall for about ten minutes now, is something bothering you?"
Rachel licked her dry, chapped lip's before shrugging softly. "You could say something like that."
"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, concern taking over his handsome features. He didn't want to pry, but he knew something was wrong.
"Yeah, no, I'm fine. Just thinking too much." Blaine nodded, accepting the fact she didn't feel like talking about it before smiling and heading back into the living room, Rachel following suit behind him.
The brunette made her way to stand in front of the tired looking group, each one of their face's resembling the brain-dead lurking around outside. "I realise that most of you probably hate me right now for waking you up at half-seven in the morning; well, that's if you don't already do so," She chanced a look towards Finn. "But we need to set out early for Westerville so we're not travelling back at night-time. Since we were supposed to be going on a supply run today, the people who volunteered to help out yesterday will be coming today instead."
"Ok, so what happens when we get there?" Santana raised her brow from where she sat on the floor. "What if that place is crawling with zombie's and we can't get to them?"
"Then we still try to get them out of there..." Blaine answered, a slight harsh tone to his normally smooth voice.
"Blaine," Rachel turned to face him, arms folded securely over her chest. "We can't help them if its going to be putting ourselves in danger. We'll do our best to aid them, but if that place is crawling with zombie's then we're going to have to leave them behind."
Blaine sighed, dropping the angered look on his face.
"We leave in half an hour. I'm leaving blondie-" She pointed to Quinn. "-in charge while I'm gone. So, under no circumstances must anybody leave this house, nor open the gates. You can keep a check around the area on the security camera's in the back room."
"But, what if something happens?" The boy in the wheelchair hesitantly asked from behind his girlfriend, who was currently perched on his knee.
"Well, sure, then you can leave. There's an escape route out back and an emergency survival kit under the sink in the kitchen, it's supposed to last around two week's for one person but with all of you it should only last a couple of day's." Rachel pursed her lips. "But I doubt anything like that should happen since the street's around here are pretty much bare as this part of town was never hugely populated to begin with. So, as long as you stay in the house and don't make huge amounts of noise, then nothing will happen. But most importantly, don't leave the house. Got it?"
"Got it." He gave the girl a slight nod.
"Blaine I need you to get in touch with your friend's and tell them were heading their way in half an hour." Blaine nodded. "Latino and boy Asian-"
"We do have name's you know." Santana interrupted.
Rachel placed her hands onto her hips. "Name's which I currently don't have time to learn. Anyway, I need you guys to pack some essentials into the Hummer. Thing's like bottled water, flash lights, guns and ammo."
"What should I do?" Rachel turned to face the flamboyant teenager who sat beside Blaine.
She eyed him warily for a moment before asking, "I wasn't sure that you were still willing to come?"
"Well," He shrugged. "Blaine is my best friend, so I'm helping."
"Fine. You can help me figure out a plan." The boy nodded before sitting back down into his seat. "The rest of you can just hang around here until we get back, just please don't break anything."
Static filled the small security room where Blaine sat inside, since all the other room's were currently taken. He did try Santana and Brittany's room earlier but when he entered his face was hit with a pillow and he was told to 'fuck off' otherwise the Latino would go 'all Lima Height's on his ass.' Figures Santana would be doing something like that at a time like this when she was supposed to be helping Mike stock up the Hummer. His poor friend was probably out there doing it by himself after he'd received a threat from the Latino, a threat that was bound to be ten times worse than his.
Blaine sighed as he placed the radio down onto the table beside him, throwing his head into his hand's in frustration. He had tried to get in touch with his friend's for a good ten minutes and there was still nothing coming from the other end. The feeling of the unknown making him apprehensive, anything could have happened to them and Blaine could be here wasting his time trying to contact them for absolutely nothing. Although he tried not to think about that thought too much. These were his friend's after all and if he knew Sebastian at all from the two year's he spent attending Dalton Academy, it was that he was one bad-ass-mother-fucker, or so Puck might say. If he were to think of anyone other than Rachel who would survive the great zombie apocalypse, it would be Sebastian Smythe.
"Maybe something happened to them." Blaine jumped slightly in his seat at hearing a new voice in the room. He looked up from his hand's to see Sam standing in the doorway, a pitiful look upon his face that left Blaine feeling slightly bitter.
"Their fine Sam, I know they are. Sebastian probably just turned off the radio and forgot to turn it back on."
Sam barley contained the strained sigh that left his mouth. "Look, I know their your friend's Blaine, but something could have happened. Maybe it would be best-"
The blond stopped speaking when the radio suddenly turned on, a rough voice echoing through the speaker, "Blaine?"
"Sebastian?" Blaine's face lit up at the mention of his name. He swiftly picked up the radio and stood from his seat, not caring if the excitement showed in his voice. "I've tried to reach you for ten minutes."Blaine waited impatiently as silence came from the other end of the radio again.
"Sorry," Sebastian's voice shot through the speakers finally. "I lost the radio after I turned it off last night to make sure that the battery didn't die on me."
"Well at least it's good to know that you aren't dead, or worse, zombified." Blaine heard Sebastian's laugh echo through the speakers and he couldn't help himself laugh along even though it shouldn't be something to joke about. "We're heading your way in roughly ten minutes, so be ready for us when we arrive."
"No problem. The guy's and me are hiding out in the Warblers practice room, I'm sure you can still remember where that is."
Blaine smiled to himself. "I remember. Just promise me not to leave that room until we get there, can't have you dying on me Smythe. Just stay safe, okay?"
"I promise, mother." He heard the boy grunt. "See you soon Anderson."
"Bye Sebastian." Blaine replied before turning off the radio and setting it down onto the table. He glanced towards Sam who still stood in the door way, looking apologetic with his hand's stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. "I told you they were fine."
Sam rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue off the roof of his mouth. "Whatever dude, I'll go tell Rachel that your Dalton buddy's are still breathing."
To say the very least, Kurt petrified. Yes, he was the one who volunteered himself to assist the group in the rescue of Blaine's friend's, but that was only because he refused to let his curly-haired friend out of his sight again after the information he learned about the events of yesterday.
He and Rachel were currently sat inside of her bedroom, herself placed on the desk chair while she watched with both amusement and annoyance as the boy in front of her couldn't decide if he wanted to stand up or sit down. This situation had gone on for a good ten minutes now and while it had entertained her at first, now it was just simply impossible to concentrate when the sound of foot steps pacing around the wood floor and the bed shaking every time he'd sit himself down on it was incredibly distracting. "Could you please stop making that worried face, you look constipated." She groaned.
"I'm sorry Miss Bad-ass, some of us just aren't used to going into the open voluntarily where those thing's are lurking around, waiting for us to come out of hiding so they can sink their teeth into our flesh."
"Calm down drama queen, were dealing with zombies, not mythological vampires." Rachel rolled her eyes at the bewildered look on his face.
If looks could kill, Rachel was sure to be dead right now. "Who's to say vampires aren't real? Everyone thought that zombies were just some fictional myth that only happened in books and film's, but look where we are now, in the midst of the god-dam zombie apocalypse!"
The girl just stared at him blankly. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure they aren't real."
"Whatever." Kurt sighed dramatically as he sat back down onto the edge of her bed for the umpteenth time. "You know, yesterday was the only time I've been outside of that school since it happened; and even then I was in a car. Not all of us can be fearless like you."
"First off, I'm not fearless, no one is. I'm just good at kicking zombie ass." The brunette stood from her chair, placing her hand's onto her hips. "Second, if your that terrified to come, then don't. You were the one who volunteered to come, I didn't force you."
"No," Kurt said quickly as he rose from the bed, looking down at the girl who was smaller than him. "I told Blaine that I would come and as his honorary best friend, I'll be keeping to my word."
Rachel huffed as she sunk back down into her chair. "Fine. Can we please just get back to the planning then?"
The next fifteen minutes were spent with Rachel coming up with what she though were brilliant ideas, only to be then shot down by Kurt when he'd come up with a possible scenario they'd be in where everyone would end up dying in the end. If it wasn't for the fact that his friend's would probably chase her down with pitch forks in hand, she might have fed him to the zombie's by now. "I can't take this any more, your making my head hurt." The brunette groaned and threw her head back.
"Likewise." He sneered. "What do you suppose we do with no plan then?"
She shrugged. "We'll just have to wing it."
"We cannot simply wing it. I don't know how you did thing's before we met but just going in head first isn't going to cut it any more. We need a backup plan, something-" Kurt stopped talking when someone cleared their throat. He turned himself around to face the door where Sam stood, looking rather sheepish.
"Um, Blaine got in touch with his friend on the radio. He knows you guys are heading his way soon." He stuttered out while he rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little awkward walking in on their argument. "Santana and Mike, although I think it could just have been Mike, are done packing up the Hummer so everything is set to go."
"Thanks, we'll be down in a second." Rachel forced a polite smile onto her face as she watched the boy retreat back out the door. "Can we just get there and back without killing each other so tomorrow can come quicker, then we can be out of this town faster?"
"That is probably the only thing you and I will agree upon." He said before strutting out of the room, nose high in the air. Rachel followed behind him with gritted teeth, trying not to let her anger get the better of her words and end up saying something she may regret.
"Do you think Santana will be okay?" Quinn turned to face the blond beside her when she heard Brittany's faint voice speak for the first time. They were both currently sat on the sofa, staring at the plain white wall in front of them that seemed far more interesting now than it had been an hour ago. No one had really said anything since their friend's departure and to Quinn the silence had become quite unnerving; at least if she was engaged in conversation with another human being then she could take her mind of worrying for a moment, but silence just gave her time to think of all the possible situation's that her friend's could end up dying in.
"She'll be fine, Britt. Santana is tough and I know she would never dare to dream of leaving you behind." The pregnant girl supplied in hopes of comforting her friend. She knew Santana was a stubborn ass, but she couldn't help but feel worry for the Latino as well. Concern for the whole group, really. There might be strength in numbers but that surely didn't apply in zombieland. Not when around eighty percent of America's population, if not more, had suddenly become flesh-hungry. So, how was a group of one surprisingly good zombie-killer, two mediocre shots and two defenceless teenagers supposed to fight off all of that? Granted, that eighty percent or more would be spread around America but that would still mean most of Ohio had totally been zombified. So what was their chances of surviving this thing anyway? She was just surprised they had made it this far, being that they're just a group of teenager's from some public school that no-one in a few months time will remember the name of, in one of Ohio's most forgotten about towns. It shocked her everyday that she continued to live how they'd managed to survive for as long as they had...but she was very grateful for it.
"How are you and my niece doing?" Quinn snapped out of her thoughts when she felt Brittany's hand graze over her bump. She smiled at the other blond, she'd been insisting that she'd be called Aunt since the minute she found out she was pregnant.
"I'm fine and the baby will be so long as I am."
Brittany's smile shone even brighter knowing they were both fine. "Don't worry about it, Q, I'm going to protect the both of you. So is Finn and I doubt Puck will let anything to happen to his baby, I see the way he looks at you, I know he's concerned."
Quinn's head quickly snapped around the room, hoping that no-one heard what the other girl had said. She was relived when no-one seemed to notice as they were all too engrossed in their own reserved conversations. "I know he's concerned Brittany, he seems to tell me that whenever we get the chance to be alone together. But I love Finn and we both know it will break his heart if he ever finds out that the baby isn't his...can we please just not talk about this any more, Britt?"
"Look, I know you don't want to hear this, but you need to. Your one of my best friend's and you know I'll agree to whatever you decide because friend's stick by each other, but Puck is my friend too. He may not be as close as you and me, but I hate seeing him so sad all the time. And now his heart is braking watching Finn get to be the father to his child, Q. I don't want to sound harsh, but that's just how I see thing's. It's also the zombie apocalypse and any of us could die at any moment and Puck would never forgive himself if he never even got to feel your stomach where his spawn is growing." Quinn flinched at those words. "I know he doesn't just care about you because he got you pregnant. He's been in love with you since freshman year of high school when you decided to help him with his physics work when he failed that big test. He didn't just sleep with you because you were head cheerleader Quinn Fabray; or his best friend's girlfriend, he slept with you because that might have been the only time he got to be with you and kiss you as he knew you were doomed to spend the rest of your life with Finn because you were too stubborn to see that he loved you and you thought that Finn was your forever." Quinn was sure the look on her face right now was hilarious to anyone watching. There was only a few time's in her friendship with Brittany that Quinn had heard the girl say something so smart, so the speech she just made came a shock to the girl. She really did know when to pick her clever moments.
"I-" Quinn spluttered but couldn't come up with an answer to what the other girl had said, partly because she knew most of the thing's Brittany said were true, whether she wanted to believe them or not. She couldn't have been more grateful when Mercedes and Tina came bursting into the room.
Tina's face was the image of anger as she came storming over to stand in front of Quinn, her hand's bawled into fists at her sides. "Quinn you need to tell Mercedes that it's completely crazy and she isn't allowed to go anywhere."
The blond looked over to Mercedes who stood behind the Asian girl with her arms folded before her eyes drifted back to the outraged girl in front of her. "Hold on Tina, could you repeat that, what are you going on about?"
"Mercedes," Tina sighed irritatedly. "She wants to leave the house."
"You what?" Quinn exclaimed as she now focused her attention on the other girl.
"I want to go home. Just slip in and slip out-"
"You can't leave the house Mercedes," Quinn stood from her seat and placed her arms stubbornly over her baby bump. "Rachel left me in charge while she was gone and she made it pretty clear that she didn't want anyone to leave the house. It's too dangerous and you don't even know how to shoot a gun, have you even killed a zombie?"
Sugar's voice chimed in before the girl could respond and for the first time people had noticed she was in the room. "I've killed a zombie, more than one actually. Sure it was an accident, but you just aim for the brain right? Me and Mercedes were talking, we both want to go home. Rachel doesn't even have to know we were gone, we'll be back before she returns."
"No." Finn broke the conversation he was sharing with Artie to come and stand beside Tina. "This will probably be the only time I agree with that girl, but she's right about no-one leaving the house."
"You don't understand, Finn." Mercedes huffed like a little child as everyone now turned to face her. "I know it's awful to know your parents are gone, but like Santana said last night, it's better than not knowing at all. I was with Tina when everything went down, we were walking to school and I turned around when some woman screamed from behind us. I hadn't even noticed before, but she was getting mauled by about three or four of those thing's. And I just stood there and didn't even try to help her, although I realise now that it would have been completely pointless. But the point is, in that moment, I didn't even fear for my family; or anyone else for that matter. All I was thinking about was how I was going to save myself, if I was going to live or die. Then the next thing I knew we were getting chased by a group of them. We hid in an ally for a good hour or so before we got that text message from Kurt. I knew about the dangers of going home, finding my parent's dead or finding them turned into a zombie. We were both just so petrified that we headed straight for the school."
"'Cedes, I was there too. I think it was acceptable that you didn't even think about your family when you had other problems on your hands." Tina tried to put a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder, but she just shrugged it off.
Mercedes sniffled as she bowed her head, burying her face in her chest. "I had a fight with my mom before I left that morning- a really bad one. We were fighting over them buying me a car. At that moment in time it felt like what I wanted, no needed, the most. I realise now that just breathing, living a normal life is what I need and want. But what I'm saying is, they could still be alive because I don't know whether they are or not. If I just went home, a quick drop in to see if they're in there or not...then I'd be happy. Then maybe my mind would stop wandering a little."
"It may put your mind at rest Mercedes, but it will be putting your life in danger. Your not leaving this house, that's final." Mr. Schuster stated as he appeared out of nowhere with Miss. Pillsbury at his side.
Mercedes grunted. "No disrespect or anything, but you are no longer my teacher. You can't tell me what I can and can't do, if I'm putting my life in danger then that is my decision to make."
Quinn sighed as she looked pitifully over to her friend. "Look, all of us get where your coming from Mercedes. We all have family that are out there, were all thinking the same thing, whether they're alive or not. But that doesn't mean you have to put your own life at risk to find out." She could tell Mercedes wasn't buying into it. "I hated my father for everything he stood for, but I would still find comfort in knowing he was alive. I'm sure that Santana would still love to know that her abuela is alive even though she practically said that she should burn in hell for her sins. We would all love to know that our family's are out there and alive, even if we can't be with them. But that doesn't mean we go out and search for them, okay. We can wait until everyone gets back, then maybe a group can head out to check everyone's home to see if our family's are there. But until then, I think were best off staying inside these four walls."
The girl didn't cave like Quinn thought she might, instead her speech just served to piss her off more.
"Quinn, as much as I appreciate what you're saying, it's total bullshit. I'm not sitting around like some duck to wait until Rachel gets back, she doesn't dictate my life. This is my family were talking about, my own flesh and blood. But where is everyone now? Huh? Jumping ten feet high because Blaine's old Dalton buddy's made an appearance and everyone just has to feel pity for the hobbit. I'm sorry, but my family is more important. I don't see how any of this makes sense, that we risk our lives for a bunch of people we don't even know, but were not going to do the same for the people who gave us the life that we'd be sacrificing? So come back to me when you have something better to say to me, until then I'll be getting ready to head home. I'm taking the Jeep and there is nothing you can do to stop me." And her word's were right, Quinn couldn't do anything to stop her whether she wanted to try or not because everything she was saying, she happened to agree upon.
It wasn't like Santana expected it would be at all. She thought maybe since there was barely anyone around nowadays that the roads would be clear, since there would be no cars to block the roads, then they'd get to Westerville quicker than the predicted hour and forty minutes. But it was nothing like that at all. There was abandoned cars all over the roads with family's luggage still inside or strapped to the top of the car, probably left there after they had attempted to make a run out-of-town. It made her sick to the stomach every time they would drive past a possession that used to belong to a small infant as she wondered what could be of them now. Even the amount of walkers had come as a surprise to her, she predicted that the roads would be crawling with them, just wondering around looking for something to eat. But it wasn't like that at all, in fact it was rare that they'd come across one and in the hour and thirty minutes they had driven, Santana had counted only nine lurking about.
But her main thoughts wandered back to her blond girlfriend who she'd left behind. Not one second since the apocalypse happened had she left her side out of fear for the girl, she worried that bad it made her sick to the stomach. The thought of losing the only thing special left in her life was a one she never liked having, so she made it her duty to make sure there would never be a chance that could happen. She only relaxed a little when Kurt placed a comforting hand on top of hers; normally she would have shoved his hand back to him, telling him if he touched her again her foot would go so far up his ass that he wouldn't be able to ever sit down again, but she needed this. Although they would never see eye-to-eye, it comforted her in an unexpected way at the small gesture displayed by him. So in return he received an unfamiliar smile from the girl, a smile he hadn't seen sent to someone other than her girlfriend since day one of this thing.
"How much longer until we get there?" Blaine asked from the passenger's seat.
Rachel shrugged in response, her eyes trained to the road before her. "It's hard to say with all these cars blocking the way, maybe another twenty minutes or so." The boy nodded. "You need to stop worrying about them, they're big boys and I'm sure if they've survived this far they can do so for another short while until we get there."
He sighed, "Your right, I'm just being stupid."
"What's the plan once we get there?" Mike spoke for the first time since entering the car. Rachel had forgotten for a moment that the boy was even with them, she wondered why he was so quiet.
"We didn't actually come up with a plan." Rachel chewed her lip as she glanced into her rear view mirror, seeing Kurt looking back at her.
"You and Hummel had thirty minutes to come up with a plan and you haven't even got one?" Santana cocked her eyebrow.
"We," Kurt chimed in. "had a bit of a disagreement on how thing's should work and decided it was best to give up on that thought or we'd end up scratching each other's eyeballs out. So, no we didn't actually come up with a plan."
"Oh, great," The Latino slouched in her seat. "were heading into a possible zombie infested building with only two people who can properly operate a gun with absolutely no plan? This day just keeps on getting better."
"We don't need a plan, okay." Rachel shifted in her seat. "We get in there, if you see any zombies then aim for the head. We rescue Blaine's friends, that by the way shouldn't be worth all this trouble considering that I don't, nor do you guys, even know them, then we get the hell out of there unharmed and head back to Lima. Sound good enough for you?"
"Sure." Santana replied sarcastically and turned her gaze to look outside of the window.
Rachel ignored the girl not wanting to end up in an argument, instead she focused her attention on a nearing zombie on the road ahead. The left side of his face had been completely peeled off, revealing the skull beneath it. His left leg was now facing the opposite direction that it should as he dragged it on the tarmac behind him, his arms whipping around as he tried to move faster to the car approaching. If she thought about it too much, she wondered how zombies knew what they were supposed to feed on. Could they smell human flesh like fictional vampires can smell blood? Because they didn't seem all that smart, if they had a brain that still functioned they would realised that walking towards a speeding car coming towards you is a bad idea. Or that chasing after something that is obviously ten times faster than you is just worthless because your never going to catch up to them. But then how did they know if they got into large groups, they could break down fences to reach their goal? It makes her think a lot harder than it should, because she shouldn't be worrying about how zombies know what they know, she should be worrying for her life.
"Thanks for doing this." Rachel managed a small smiled towards Blaine. "You didn't have to help, you could have turned away or told us to get out of your house. And your putting your life at risk here for a bunch of people who you shouldn't have to because you don't know them."
"I don't know why I'm doing this either, to be honest with you." She swerved the car as Gary(what? the zombie had a name tag) reached out his arms to try to grab at the car. "I've stopped questioning my actions as of yesterday, since I don't seem to know why I have helped you this far anyhow."
Blaine smirked. "It's very nice of you to do this. Finn and some other's might think your a heartless bitch, as sometimes in the short time we've known each other you have been, but you wouldn't be helping us if you were."
"Thanks, I think." She said mindlessly as she stared into her rear view mirror at Gary who had now changed direction and started heading in the route of the Hummer. It made her smile genuinely for the first time in a while, even though something like that shouldn't really be funny. The clueless minds of zombies just appealed to her; in some strange, delusional way.
A big sign caught her eye as it passed, glancing back quickly she noted it said Westerville. Finally, she didn't think she could take any more of Blaine bouncing his knee up and down anxiously while he fiddled with his thumbs. Boy was about to get slapped.
Santana's sigh of relief filled the Hummer as she sat up straight in her seat, the long distance travelling really wasn't doing anything to help her aching back. "I've just seen the Westerville sign not far back, hobbit please tell us that Dalton isn't far from here?"
"Just around the corner, Satan."
"Oh hell to the no, don't you go be calling me after the fucking ruler of the underworld Blaine Warbler-"
Kurt placed a hand over Santana's mouth, "I think we've had enough out of you for one car ride, Lopez, so cool your stuff before you threaten to go all Lima Heights on his ass. Like any of us believe you used to live in that part of town, your dad was a rich dentist. Besides, were here."
Santana scowled at the boy before shoving his hand away from her mouth, returning to look out of the window as they approached the rather sizeable building ahead. Her brow's wrinkled together as she took in the count of zombies lurking around the front of the school, "Hold up, I thought that your boy said this place was, and I quote, crawling with walkers? The students used to be able to stay on campus, didn't they? Shouldn't this place be swarming with zombies wearing the same hideous blue and red blazers?"
The curly-haired boy studied the view in front of him. "I-I don't know, maybe their all trapped inside or something. If Sebastian said this place is crawling, then it must be. Why would he lie to me?"
The Hummer pulled to a slow stop in front of the school's steps that lead to the front door of the building. Rachel was the first to climb out, surveying her surroundings and counting how many zombies she might have to take out. The very few zombies that were stumbling around out front had now stopped whatever they were previously doing, their attention focusing solely on the walking buffet that had just strolled in. Rachel ducked her head back into the Hummer to grab her bat and gun before slamming the door shut after her, grateful that everyone had already stepped out of the car. She slid the bat into her holster that was attached by belt to her back and turned to face Kurt. "You don't know how to use a gun do you?"
"No, can't say that I do."
"Great," Rachel smiled brightly, a sickening smile that made Kurt's stomach do flips. "Today is your lucky day then." She circled around him and grabbed a hold of his hands, shoving the gun into them. Her glove covered hand's slipped over his own as she positioned him in the right way, aiming the gun towards a near-by zombie that was only a few meters away. "All you have to do is aim for the head, then pull the trigger." She pushed down onto his finger that was placed on top of the trigger, the force as the bullet left the gun making Kurt ricochet back into Rachel slightly. The bullet went hurdling towards the target, hitting the zombie in the right side of the skull, a little off where she had aimed for. The brunette smiled when Kurt turned around, noticing that his face had turned ten shades whiter. "Congratulations, your now certified to use a gun." Slapping his left arm she turned around and walked off towards Santana.
"Oh, I know your not going to make me use a gun. I may be a hard ass bitch, but my father campaigned against the use of guns-" Santana rambled as she crossed her arms stubbornly over stomach.
"Relax, princess." Rachel interrupted the Latino as she bent down to reach into her boot. "Here-" She handed the girl a pocket knife; she always kept another defensible weapon spare just encase. "-you need something to be able to keep your ass alive since you refuse to use a gun and I'm not going to be trailing after your behind keeping an eye on you."
Santana rolled her eyes and snatched the knife from the girl's hand. "Fine."
"So, are we heading in?" Blaine asked as Rachel turned to face him and Mike, who were both now suited with guns of their own. Sweet baby Jesus, this boy had no patience.
She nodded and turned to face the other two. "You guys ready to go in?"
Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat as his trembling fingers readied themselves on the trigger of his gun. "Let's just get this over with." Santana rolled her eyes at the nervous wreck before her as she marched past him and followed suit after Rachel who already made to move into the building. She couldn't lie to herself, her heart was pounding through her chest, but the more she worried about it, the less likely she was to enter the school.
Rachel pushed the double doors to the school open, the creaking of the rusty hinges echoing throughout the halls. She reached around her back to grab her bat and held it firmly in her hands, readying herself for an attack.
"So much for them being trapped inside the school, Anderson." Santana narrowed her eyes at the boy before they continued to search around the grand room. "There's something not right about this, I thought they were trapped or some shit? This doesn't seem like a place they'd be trapped inside, there isn't even any zombies around."
"Satan is right, there's something really suspicious about what your friend's were saying Blaine. I was preparing myself for world war Z when I came in here." Kurt relaxed his shoulders a little, letting go of his intense grip on the trigger of the gun.
"How do you know that film, isn't it too manly for your taste?"
Kurt placed his left hand onto his hip, cocking his eye brow to the girl. "Please, you put Brad Pitt in the worst film ever made and I'd still watch it. That man is a Greek Adonis, or was, I wonder if he learnt anything about how to survive in zombieland while making that film."
"Will you guys shut the hell up! I really don't care whether Brad Pitt is still alive, or how hot he is or was. I care about not dying." Rachel snapped as she turned to face the two with a death glare. She could tell the Latino was about to give some witty retort back to her, but the sound of nearing footsteps seemed to stop her from getting her words out as the group of five now looked around them to see seven guns staring back at them.
"Finally, I was beginning to think you would never show." Her head snapped towards the voice, seeing a boy around the same age as herself with brown hair and a slightly larger stature than Blaine's looking back at her.
"And you are?" Rachel asked cautiously.
"Hunter Clarington." He answered with a smug smile that made Rachel's unsettled stomach turn.
