Chapter Two – What is happening?
Rachel sat in the front row of the choir room, quietly listening to Mr Schuester as he told them about their weekly assignment.
She wasn't really paying attention because she had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. It churned whenever she moved and it leapt whenever she saw something move in the corner of her eye. She didn't know what was making her feel like this but she couldn't shake the uncomfortable feelings.
Mr Schue brought her back to the present when he dismissed the class for the day because he felt ill and needed some rest. Rachel stood slowly and collected all her items. She looked around the room as everyone left. Everyone seemed delighted that the school day was finally over and no one seemed anxious or even nervous. Some wished Mr Schue well and told him to get better while others left without saying goodbye. 'Others', meaning Santana.
Maybe it was just her, maybe she was just getting nervous about Regionals. It was only a few weeks away and it was the only logical reason she could come up at this moment in time to make her feel like this.
She walked out the choir room door, noting no one waiting for her in the corridor. She never expected anyone to wait for her, they didn't even like her, only tolerated her but it still would have been nice to have a friend to talk too.
She stopped at her locker too collect the necessary work that she needed for the night and closed the locker door shut with a bang.
She took a step back and turned slowly to the double doors. She stared at them for a few moments before turning around and making her way back to the choir room. However, she was stopped when she heard a low grunt coming from her left.
She turned to where the sound was coming from and froze. There, a woman stood. She looked like nothing Rachel had ever seen. The woman had white eyes and her left leg didn't look like it was meant to bend that way.
The woman grunted again and stepped towards Rachel again and immediately Rachel took a step back. The woman howled loudly and took another step forward. Rachel cringed when the woman's leg creaked and cracked with every step she took.
"Who are you?" Rachel said, her voice quivering. The woman only made an unintelligible sound in response before taking another step towards her. Rachel knew the woman was a danger to her but she was frozen. She was so scared; she didn't know what to do.
The woman took another step before her leg snapped and she fell to the floor with a loud groan. The woman's red hair fell into her face; it was smattered with an unknown red substance. Rachel stood still, careful not to move any closer. The woman looked up at Rachel through dazed eyes and stood, her legs cracking and creaking with every move she made.
Rachel suddenly regained the ability to move and started running towards the exits. Her footsteps echoed and rebounding around her with each step she took. What was going on? Why was that woman like that?
She slowed to a stop and glanced around the hall way for the woman with red hair. When she didn't see her, she let out the breath that she hadn't realised she had been holding and tore a shaky hand through her hair.
Before she could do anything else, she heard a loud groan sound from behind her. She whipped around quickly to the source of the noise and visibly paled at the sight.
She saw a boy, around her age, limping towards her. His white eye dazed and glassy, watching her every movement, his other gone, with the rest of his head.
"Wha-" Rachel whispered, her head cocking to the side in confusion.
The boy took another step forward, his hands reaching out to her. Two of his fingers were missing; a lot of the skin that used to be there was now gone and rotting.
"D-don't come any closer." Rachel said in shaky voice, her eyes wide with terror. The boy groaned loudly and took another step in reply.
"I have a rape whistle!" She shouted, searching her bag for the said object. The boy only whined, moving closer with each passing step.
She took a step back and looked around for anything that could protect her. This thing wasn't human, what was going on? Why did it look like that? Where was the rest of its face? How was he or it still alive?
Rachel didn't have time to come up with anymore theories before the boy launched at her. She ducked out of the way pushed him away by his torso. He growled fiercely while fell back, his smacking down onto the tile with a loud crack.
Rachel sat frozen, watching as black liquid started to pool from the boys head. The boy groaned and grunted whilst he stood, towering over the terrified diva. Rachel knew she was in terrible danger and the only way she could get out of this was to protect herself with violence. It was the only way.
Before the boy could attack her again, Rachel kicked his knee as hard as she could which made him screech and fall to the ground. She stood and collected her bag which had fallen to the floor when she had been attacked.
The boy groaned loudly behind her and made a move to grab her again before she hit him across the face with her bag. The boy flew back upon impact and Rachel took that as her opportunity to run. She needed to inform someone about what was happening.
She moved quickly through the hallways to where the main office was located. Every now and then she would see one of those things and change direction, telling herself that she would avoid them at all costs.
She passed by Ms Pillsbury's office and nearly toppled over when she came to an abrupt stop. She stepped back until she could see clearly into the councillor's office. What she saw would be ingrained into her brain for the rest of her life. As hard as she would try, she would never be able to stop the image of Ms Pillsbury's eyes as Mr Schuester bit into her flesh and tore out her throat.
She couldn't scream, she could only watch as the love of Ms Pillsbury's life literally tore her heart in two and ate it.
"Rachel. Rachel, come on." Someone said from behind her, pulling on the back of her favourite sweater. She heard the words but she didn't register anything. She only saw what was in front of her.
She was pulled away roughly from the scene pulled into tight, soft arms. She was led to the exit and placed into a black SUV. She didn't register anything going on around her.
Her body was humming and her ears were buzzing. Every time she blinked, all she saw were those terrified bambi eyes.