A Perfect Day

by the-littlest-pumpkin

Santana, Brittany and Quinn are enjoying a long, lazy week in Santana's parents' cabin, getting away from the stresses of life. That is, until the stresses of life catch up to them in the form of a bloody, massacred man at the edge of the woods. When their vacation ends abruptly with an unwelcome arrival, their worlds are turned upside down. Quintana, Brittany, Zombies.

3. Chapter 3

HEY! This chapter is little shorter, so apologies! But I'll hope you'll all enjnoy it nonetheless. Thank you so much for reading and please review because I love getting all your feedback and you all leave fantastic reviews that make me grin.

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"Okay. We need a plan. A real plan." Quinn nodded decisively.

"I agree." Brittany added, "Look at this place, it's insane. Look at all the bo-"

"We get it, Britts." Santana cut her off.

Rachel shrugged, replying brightly, "At least if there's nobody here, then that means everyone else made it to the safety facility?"

Santana sighed, gazing around at the shambles of a town in the morning sunlight, "Sadly, Berry, that's not what it means at all." The smaller brunette frowned, "Just because there's nobody here, doesn't mean they're all there. It just means that those who haven't made it there…are not here."

Rachel's eyes narrowed, "Are you the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland?"

"She means," Quinn sighed, "that there are probably people who have been…infected. Who won't have made it to the safety facility, but also aren't left here..." She shifted her foot, starting as it nudged against the leg of a lifeless body, and for a moment she looked like she would be sick, "Like this."

"Which means we're still watching our backs." Brittany nodded.

"And also means that just because we're home…we're not safe." Rachel concluded with a sigh.

"Exactly." Santana deadpanned.

"And so…we definitely need a plan." Quinn replied, turning to rest her forearms on the truck. "Well, I'm sorry, Berry, but the horse is slowing us down, so if we could find somewhere for Popcorn, that'd be great."

"A grave?" Santana suggested, her eyebrows raised, but Rachel gasped, whilst Brittany gawped at her, looking aghast. She rolled her eyes, "It was a joke."

"Why don't we find somewhere where we can lock the horse in, so no one else can get to him? And we can, you know, come back for him later?" Brittany shrugged, and Rachel tilted her head thoughtfully.

"I suppose we could. But where?"

"Anywhere! Just go barricade him in a store or something." Quinn insisted, "I'm sorry Berry, but we don't have the time to build him a bed in a stable with food and water and all the home comforts."

Brittany sighed, "Come on." She jerked her head at Rachel, who nodded sullenly and followed her to the back of the truck. Once they had got the horse out of the truck bed, they led him over to one of the least trashed-looking stores, and Santana turned to Quinn.

"So what's your amazing plan, sweetie?"

"I have no idea. We need to keep moving, and we need to find out where this safety facility is so we can go there." The blonde sighed, shaking her head miserably.

"I agree. But we are going to get there. All of us." She nodded confidently, and Quinn gave her a small, tight smile, "I think we need to get more seriously…tooled up."

"Tooled up?" Quinn giggled, "Okay, hard man."

"I mean it!" Santana chuckled, stepping forward and taking her girlfriend's hand, "Let's face it, the last situation was pretty hairy. If there had been more than one of them? I dunno, I'm just saying it would have been a lot harder."

"Well I agree that a baseball bat, crowbar and nail gun are hardly ideal."

"What are you talking about?" Brittany raised her eyebrows as the two girls returned to the truck, though Rachel was looking a little forlorn.

"Making a plan. We need better…weapons…than the ones we have." Santana shrugged.

"I would just like a weapon." Rachel added petulantly.

"But where can we get them?" Brittany shrugged, "We need real stuff. Weapons. Like…you've seen the movies, you know…guns." She looked uncomfortable suggesting it, and the thought sent a shiver down Quinn's spine, but they all knew she was right.

The other blonde took a deep breath, "And I know exactly where we can get them."

"Where?" Rachel frowned, while Santana raised her eyebrows.

"Well put it this way," She sighed, "Having an angry, bigoted, military-obsessed white supremacist for a father has its plus sides."

Brittany snorted, "Every cloud…"

"Exactly." Quinn nodded, "If we can get to my dad's study, he has a gun cabinet. Well, more like a closet. With lots of cabinets." She admitted quietly, "The keys are kept in his desk drawer, and as long as you ignore all of the Nazi memorabilia, there could be some useful stuff."

The other three looked grim. Rachel was staring down at the ground, looking like she wanted to cry, while Brittany was scowling, gazing out at the abandoned town around them. Santana looked like she wanted to be sick, grimacing as she took a deep breath and nodded.

"Well then…first stop Casa Del Fabray."

"Let's go!" Brittany added brightly, turning back to the truck.

This time, Quinn took the driver's seat whilst Rachel curled up on the back seat, staring out at the empty streets as they passed. They reached the Fabrays' gated community within ten minutes, but Santana gasped as they reached the entrance.

"Crap. What are we going to do?"

The estate was overrun. The girls soon realised that none of the people inside could operate the electronic gates, and there was a sea of stumbling, rotten bodies beyond the six foot high metal fence. The glass of the guard's booth beside the gates was smashed, and the interior was splattered with blood. Brittany grimaced, averting her eyes,

"How do we get in?"

"I don't know." Quinn shrugged, "I usually just drive up and the guard recognizes me and lets me through."

"Ram it." Rachel instructed flatly.

Santana turned to face her with a worried frown, "But won't that just let them all out? At least at the moment they're all trapped in there."

"But how else could we get in?" Brittany shrugged, "We don't know how to open the gates from the booth, it's not like we can just hop over the gates; even if we did climb over we'd be massacred before we had back up."

"We could smash the other side of the guard's booth and walk through?" Santana suggested, "But then we'd have to fight the entire way to Quinn's house."

"So which is the-" Rachel was cut off as Quinn sighed loudly. She slammed her foot down on the accelerator and the truck shot forward. The tiny brunette squealed, her hands flying up to guard her face, and Brittany's knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of her seat. Though Quinn's tense stare was unwavering, Santana winced as – with a loud crashing noise and the shattering of the headlights – the truck careered into the gates.

"Fuck." The blonde's lip curled with puzzlement as the gates buckled, but remained firmly locked.

Rachel lowered her hands, frowning as she peeked out of the windscreen, "Did we hit it?"

Santana slowly turned in her chair, leaning round to stare at Rachel, "Are you actually fucking joking?" She asked genuinely, "Of course we fucking hit it. Did you miss the huge moment of impact? I mean, I know you're tiny and all but surely even the ants feel the earthquake."

The tiny brunette looked a little ashamed of herself as she shrugged, "I just meant why didn't we break through the gates?"

"Because in Quinn's neighbourhood they make sure to keep the peasants and lepers away from their homes." Brittany snorted, and the girls all chuckled.

Their laughter trailed off into an awkward moment of silence as the girls gazed around at each other, and back to the sturdy metal gates.

"So what do we do now that Quinn's Face Off moment failed?" Brittany asked in a quiet voice, and Santana took a breath.

"Plan B." She glanced to each of the girls, who all nodded dutifully, but suddenly Brittany frowned.

"What's plan B?"

Quinn sighed under her breath, "The guard booth, Britts."

"Oh! Yes. Of course. I remember. Sorry." She nodded again, smiling brightly.

The blonde looked uneasy, "Do you really think we could take them all out, though? I think the noise has got their attention." Santana frowned as her girlfriend spoke, peering through the windscreen at the bodies staggering around. There were at least fifty of them.

"Of course we can!" Rachel exclaimed firmly, "We can do it because we have to. We're the glee club, and we always pull together when we need to."

Quinn quietly cleared her throat, whilst Santana shifted awkwardly.

"Okay, Mr Schue." Brittany mumbled, rolling her eyes incredulously.

Santana took a deep breath, "So we're going in?"

"We're going in." Quinn nodded.

"But what about Rachel?" Brittany pointed to the girl with her thumb, "She doesn't have a weapon?"

The tiny brunette snorted, "Au contraire." She smirked jubilantly, "Lookie what I found under my chair." She held up a heavy chain, fastened in a loop with a huge padlock, and Santana's eyebrows raised slowly as she stared at the chainlock. "So let's go!" Rachel finished with a grin, and the Unholy Trinity exchanged an awed look before Quinn nodded, and they exited the car as one.

Brittany looked over her shoulder as they wandered across to the guard's booth. The closest infected had noticed their presence, and were pressed against the metal gates, their arms outstretched and reaching for them. Rachel grimaced, but stepped into the booth first,

"Okay. Do we have a game plan?"

Quinn rolled her eyes, "I thought you were the motivational mastermind, Berry."

"Well," Rachel stuttered, "It looks like there's more of them now."

"Oh, don't worry," Brittany interjected, "That's just perspective, because we were further away."

Santana turned her head slowly to frown at the blonde, blinking a few times before turning back to the other girls. "Okay, I'll shoot out the glass. Berry you can climb over first and start swinging. We'll be right behind ya!" She grinned, nodding encouragingly, but Rachel frowned, looking like she wanted to cry.

"Guys," The tall blonde shrugged, "I don't know. She has a point."

"Come on, Britts. You've kicked ass today!" Quinn replied, nodding her head, "We'll be great, just like we've been so far."

Rachel grinned slowly, and Santana raised a questioning eyebrow, "I've got it."

"And what's that?" She asked, tilting her head back expectantly and crossing her arms.

"What do we do when we're sad? Or scared, or…just when we need to feel better?" The tin brunette held her hands out, and Santana shrugged thoughtfully.

"Well, I personally like to imagine what it would be like to put a bullet through your head." She looked pointedly to the nail gun in her hand before returning her gaze to Rachel with a matter-of-fact shrug, "Close enough."

Quinn snorted as the tiny girl stepped back, pressing herself against the wall and swallowing hard. Brittany rolled her eyes, taking a deep breath and giving Rachel a scathing look.

"She's joking." She outlined slowly, "Calm down."

"Oh." Rachel nodded.

Quinn sighed impatiently, "So what was your genius idea Berry? Because no offence but at this rate I'm gonna miss Grey's Anatomy."

The brunette took a deep breath before announcing triumphantly, "We sing."

The three girls stood staring at her for a second, before Santana gave a loud, forced laugh.

"Sorry Berry but get real. This is no longer high school where we can sing our problems away and everyone will suddenly understand our innermost feelings and it'll all work out. Hate to break it to you."

Rachel sighed, rolling her eyes, "Look, I'm not saying it will fix our problem, I just mean…we'll sing through the whole thing. Concentrate on the words instead of what we're doing. We just…fight our way through and sing our hearts out in the process. Distraction technique."

"Not to mention, if we die, we'll die doing what we love." Brittany added with a sarcastic grin.

"Just a perfect day. Drink sangria in the park. And then later, when it gets dark, we go home." Rachel sang evenly before turning on her heel. She swung the chain round in an arc until it crashed against the glass panel. The window shattered and the girls shielded their faces as shards littered the floor.

"Berry, you crazy bastard!" Santana screamed as the tiny brunette climbed up onto the desk and through the broken window, setting herself right on the other side and preparing herself, poised for the incoming infected.

Brittany took a deep breath, nodding to herself before placing one foot on the chair and swinging her leg easily through the open window, "Just a perfect day. Feed animals in the zoo. Then later a movie, too, and then home."

She landed down beside Rachel, her heart hammering wildly as she lifted the crowbar up onto her shoulder. Santana looked to Quinn, shaking her head despairingly before following after the two girls, whilst the blonde brought up the rear. She glanced back at the guard's booth unsurely as the staggering bodies stepped closer, "Hey, are you sure they can't get out of there?"

"They won't be able to climb through." Santana shook her head, staring out at the mass of bodies.

"Okay then." Rachel nodded, "Come on."

She stepped forward confidently, taking a deep breath and raising the chain above her head. "Oh, it's such a perfect day. I'm glad I spent it with you." She swung it down at the nearest infected body, and the padlock cut straight through the rotting skull, sending blood splattering across the floor.

Santana swallowed hard, her hands shaking as she raised the nail gun. Rachel had attracted more attention, and now the bodies were closing in on all sides. "Oh, such a perfect day, you just keep me hanging on."

She fired rapidly as Quinn joined in, swinging her bat in a wide circle and crushing through the head of another infected body, "You just keep me hanging on."

Brittany kicked down another rotting hybrid before slamming the end of the crowbar through its forehead as she had earlier, straightening up quickly to turn in a tight circle, swinging the bar high and taking a head clean off. Attempting not to feel horrified, she continued singing as they began fighting their way through the fray.

"Just a perfect day," Quinn sang breathlessly as she swiped the feet of a passing body. He fell to the ground, his head smacking hard against the concrete and caving in instantly. Nodding proudly to herself, she rammed the end of the bat through his head, just to make sure, before continuing swinging it wildly at anything infected that crossed her path. "Problems all left alone. Weekenders on our own."

Rachel squealed as one of the hybrid's hands clenched around her shoulder, but Santana quickly punched a nail through the back of the bloody head and the woman slumped on the ground and Rachel took a deep breath, continuing the song with a bitter laugh, "It's such fun."

Santana nodded incredulously, looking the tiny brunette in the eye as she took a deep breath, turning back to the pressing crowd, "Just a perfect day. You made me forget myself." She glanced over to where Quinn was swinging violently, her face creased up in an angry snarl, panting from the exertion. "I thought I was someone else. Someone good." She turned back again, pulling the trigger consistently as she swung round. They were moving slowly through the estate, but were attracting the attention of other infected bodies as they fought, and she could see the clear streets beyond the bloodied crowd.

"Oh, it's such a perfect day, I'm glad I spent it with you." Brittany sang at the top of her lungs as she slammed her crowbar through another skull.

Quinn stared down at the kid who lived a few doors down from her. His face was black, his eyes bloodshot like all the others, and he had a huge gaping wound in his arm. She took long, slow breaths, closing her eyes as she raised her bat and swung it around in a circle. The end crashed against the boy's ear, and he sprawled across the ground as Quinn choked back tears, forcing herself to continue the song, and the fight. "Oh, such a perfect day, you just keep me hanging on. You just keep me hanging on."

"We're almost at the end of the song!" Santana called out, firing more nails into the crowd, "What's next on your playlist, Berry?"

Rachel winced as she swung the chain again, this time clattering it against an old woman's face, "Uh…I can't really think right now."

"Just keep singing the chorus!" Brittany shouted over the groaning.

"Oh it's such a perfect day!" They all screamed in unison as they battled their way through the crowd. Quinn could see her house now, whilst Rachel glanced back at the trail of bodies they had left in their wake. "I'm glad I spent it with you! Oh, such a perfect day!"

Santana sent a kick to the chest of a girl who was staggering up behind Brittany whilst the girl was pre-occupied, before punching a nail through the girl's temple, "You just keep me hanging on!"

Rachel wiped her forehead on her sleeve, panting heavily, while Quinn rammed the bat through another skull, cursing inwardly. Brittany could feel tears rolling down her face as she sent another body reeling backwards, wrenching the crowbar out of the man's head as he toppled to the ground. Santana squeezed her eyes shut, pulled the trigger quickly and firing another two shots through the head of a staggering teenager. She didn't dare look long enough to recognise him.

"One more." Brittany announced, nodding towards a stumbling blonde woman. Quinn stared, open-mouthed.

"Oh shit." Santana grunted as she turned to watch the infected body.

Rachel frowned, "What's the matter? Someone get her!"

Santana reached out as Rachel made to step forward, holding her arm across the tiny girl's body to restrain her. Brittany wrapped an arm around Quinn's shoulders as the girl continued to stare, her breathing ragged.

"Mom?" She called out in the silence, "It's me. Do you know me?"

The woman continued to stagger towards them, and Santana sighed, dropping her head down to scowl at the ground.

"Do you recognise me?" The blonde asked, her voice shaking, "It's Quinnie." Her voice broke as she spoke her mother's pet name, but her mother's eyes stayed blank and bloodshot. Quinn took a deep breath, turning on her heel to face her girlfriend, "Okay, then. Santana, you do it."

"Uh, what?" The brunette stuttered, glancing over to her girlfriend's mother, who was slowly getting closer.

"You do it." Quinn repeated seriously, giving her a nod and holding out the baseball bat, "She really fucking hates you and…she's kind of an asshole so," She swallowed, "Get it done."

Santana looked to Brittany, her eyes panicked, but the blonde simply nodded encouragingly. She glanced down at the bat, attempting to swallow, but her mouth felt too dry. "Uh…um, okay."

Rachel looked horrified as she took the bloody bat from her girlfriend, but it was nothing compared to how Santana felt. Her heart was racing, and her heartbeat was pounding in her ears as she stared down at her girlfriend's bloodied hand. Taking a deep breath, she tightened her grip, and Quinn released the bat. She glanced up, meeting the hazel eyes she knew so well.

"Are you sure about this? Couldn't we, like-"

"She calls you a spic, and every time you're coming over she makes jokes, telling my dad to hide the silver and to make sure he does a pat-down in case you're drug trafficking." Quinn listed flatly, "Now do it."

Santana's eyes widened, almost comically, as her girlfriend spoke, and her throat felt like it was closing up. She felt like she should be furious, and she knew that this was exactly what Quinn had hoped for. But the bat felt very solid and unforgiving in her hand, and though she nodded obediently, her knees felt weak as she stepped towards her girlfriend's mother.

"Uh…um…" She cleared her throat quietly, lifting the bat over her shoulder before glancing back. Quinn had turned away, and she stood staring at the truck beyond the gates, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Rachel was hovering near the blonde looking awkward, as if she wanted to comfort the girl but was too scared of losing a limb. Brittany was watching Santana and sniffling. Her nose was red and her eyes were damp, but she nodded encouragingly. Santana gave her a tight smile, suddenly feeling very alone as she turned back to the blonde woman, taking a deep breath.

"Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father…" She sang quietly as Mrs Fabray staggered closer, "Run for your children and your sisters and brothers." She sang louder, bouncing up and down on her toes and attempting to build up some momentum, "Leave all your love and longing behind, you can't carry it with you if you want to survive." The woman was almost within reach, and Santana began groaning under her breath. The noise turned to a scream as she stepped forward, swinging the bat round in a wide circle and grimacing, slamming her eyes shut as the bat crunched against the woman's head.

Bloody debri splattered across a neatly mowed lawn as Mrs Fabrays body crumpled over a low garden wall. Santana felt sick. She swallowed hard, dropping the bat in the middle of the sidewalk before her stomach heaved, and she leaned over the wall as what little remained in her stomach pooled in the flower bed. She wiped her mouth on the back of her blood-soaked hand and spat in the dirt before straightening up and turning back to the group, where Brittany was slowly making her way towards her.

"You okay?" The girl nodded, and Santana gave her a tight smile.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll be fine. Quinn?" She raised her eyebrows at the blonde before Brittany turned, walking by her side as they moved to join Quinn and Rachel.

"Uh…yeah." Brittany chewed her lip as she nodded again.

Santana took a deep breath, "And you?"

"Yup."

They fell silent for the remainder of their journey, and the only sound to be heard was that of their footsteps.

"Hey." Santana announced her presence flatly, and Quinn turned to face her.

"Thanks."

"No problem." The brunette shrugged, "Let's keep going."

The other girls nodded, and Brittany and Rachel led the way in the direction of Quinn's house. Santana waited a moment, but Quinn was stood rooted to the spot, staring past Santana to the garden wall where her mother's body was slumped. The brunette gave her a small nod, before turning on her heel and ambling away behind the others. Quinn took a deep breath, closing her eyes and giving her head a quick shake before jogging after the girls. As she caught up with Santana, she slipped her hand into Santana's, giving it a gentle squeeze. The brunette turned to look at her girlfriend with a small smile that didn't reach her eyes, and Quinn returned it weakly.

They reached the Fabray house a few minutes later, and Quinn's hands trembled as she unlocked the door. They filed into the entrance hall, and the blonde swiftly locked the foor behind them, leaving the key in the door after learning from earlier mistakes. Brittany had picked up the bat on the way to the house, and she passed it to Santana so she could use one of Russell Fabray's coats to wipe the blood off the crowbar. Rachel frowned, chastising her, but Brittany shrugged.

"Doesn't matter now does it?" She murmured, and Rachel tilted her head agreeably.

"Okay, so…lead the way, sweetie." Santana nodded to Quinn, who took a deep breath and turned on her heel, heading up the stairs.

As they passed the kitchen at the bottom of the stairs, Brittany frowned, "Hey, guys?" She called up the stairs, "Quinn's back door is open."

"Close it." Rachel instructed quickly, "Come on."

Santana and Quinn hovered on the stairs as Brittany and Rachel inched their way into the room, weapons raised. The area was empty, and Rachel peered out into the garden, also empty, before shutting the door quietly and swiftly turning the lock.

"Okay, everyone be careful." Santana added, "Judy probably went out that way, but if it's stayed open then…someone could also have come in."

Quinn took a deep breath, "I'm getting real tired of this shit. And it's only noon."

The girls joined them on the stairs once more, and they continued their journey, checking every room as they passed, until they finally reached the study on the third floor. Rachel thought to herself that under any other circumstances, she would feel blessed to be walking through Quinn Fabray's house. The rooms were huge, the decoration was grand and ornate, and if she had not been fearing for her life, she would have been in complete awe. But as it stood, she was fearing for her life, and so she was a little preoccupied.

They finally reached the study, and Santana flicked the safety off the nail gun, brandishing it dangerously as Quinn slowly pushed the door open, but the room was empty. Quinn crossed to the desk, pulling out a bundle of keys before moving across to two huge metal grates on the opposite wall. She unlocked it quickly and Brittany helped to drag them back with a loud metallic shriek. The door beyond swung open easily, and the girls gasped at the scene beyond.

"I know." Quinn nodded, her expression disapproving, "Drink it in."

Rachel was horrified. There were Nazi uniforms in glass cases on the walls, which became illuminated as Quinn flicked the light on. Brittany's eyes raked along the cabinets, stuffed full of various guns and ammunition and grenades, and she grimaced openly. Santana's eyebrows shot skywards as she gazed at the glass case beside her right shoulder, which was full of what looked like torture instruments, lined up neatly in rows.

"This is awful." Rachel breathed, and Quinn nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes. Yes it is."

"But helpful." Santana added with a shrug, "So unlock these babies and let's get started."

Her girlfriend nodded, taking a deep breath before working her way around the crowded room, unlocking the cabinets until every one was hanging open. Brittany frowned down at a case full of long guns.

"How are we supposed to know what we're taking?" She asked, glancing at the others.

"I don't know," Rachel shrugged, "I have no idea what any of these do. I don't want to take one that I'm going to have to re-load every time."

Quinn frowned, "Um…I don't really know much about them, to be honest. I've never really asked for the guided tour."

"Ooh! I know!" Brittany suddenly piped up cheerily, "I'll google it!" She pulled her phone out of her pocket and tapped out a quick search. "Okay, that one's a semi-automatic pistol. Like Jack Bauer uses."

"Okay. I've seen 24. That sounds good." Rachel nodded, taking a deep breath before reaching into the case and pulling the gun out. It was heavier than she expected, and her palm felt clammy against the butt of the gun.

"All the ammo is in there." Quinn replied, pointing to a large metal box in the corner.

"That one is a machine pistol, apparently." Brittany informed them, pointing down at another case, "It is capable of fully automatic or burst fire." She read off the screen in a mechanical voice.

"So it's like a handheld machine gun?" Santana asked, eyebrows raised. Brittany nodded, and she stepped forward to take it, "Well then, that works for me."

"What should I take?" Quinn asked nervously.

"Uh…I dunno, all the others in here look pretty old school, or huge. I want something small." Brittany replied, frowning at her surroundings.

"Me too, I'm not carrying round a huge machine gun that's going to slow me down." Quinn agreed.

"Okay, I vote everyone takes a handgun of some sort. There's plenty for everybody." Santana replied decisively, her head stuck in a cabinet built in to the wall, "Plus, Quinn's dad has all manner of holsters in this cupboard; we can easily carry more than one each."

Brittany nodded and plucked another pistol from the case in front of her, "Okay, then."

Within twenty minutes the girls were prepared.

Along with ransacking Quinn's father's gun closet, they had also raided the girl's bedroom for more appropriate clothing. The girls had cobbled together the best outfits they could manage.

Brittany had stuck to her own trusty converse, and after attempting to change into Quinn's black combats – which turned out to be four inches too short – also stayed in her own jeans. She had swapped her bright pink t-shirt for a long sleeved black one, covered with a flak jacket from Russell Fabray's extensive collection and teamed with a black beanie hat. A pistol was strapped in to a holster around her thigh, whilst another sat in the holster around her waist.

Rachel had nabbed a pair of black heavy-duty boots from Quinn's shoe cupboard, bought for the one occasion when the girl had been convinced to go paint-balling. Not for the first time, the blonde had thanked the heavens for such an extensive shoe collection. She had tied her hair in a tight ponytail, which stuck out through the back of her black baseball cap. She stayed in her black skin-tight jodhpurs, but had also added a pair of bright green knee pads from Quinn's childhood roller skating days. Her torso was covered by a dark grey button-down shirt and camouflaged jacket, whilst two pistols sat in the utility-style belt around her hips. The other pouches were stuffed with ammunition, and she felt weighed down by the belt.

Santana had opted for a pair of black cargo pants with knee pads and high-top sneakers, paired with a black t-shirt and long elbow pads, a double shoulder holster strapped across her chest that held two pistols beside her rib cage. The other girls had laughed when she had insisted on wearing an SAS style helmet, despite it cutting off a large amount of her peripheral vision.

Quinn was clad in camouflage-print trousers with a dark hoodie and a large chest rig filled with ammunition, whilst two pistols tucked into her waistband. She tugged on a pair of lightweight Kevlar gloves with gusto and she stuffed her feet into a pair of military-style boots. After mocking Santana, she had had a change of heart, and willingly wrestled her head into a large face mask with thick mirrored goggles.

Once they were all satisfied with their outfits, they checked to make sure they were carrying as much ammunition as possible before heading downstairs and lining up in front of the full-length mirror in the Fabrays' hallway to review their efforts.

"Wow." Santana whistled, before stating matter-of-factly, "We look really hot like this."

"Some of it's a little big." Rachel frowned, tugging at her over-sized camouflage jacket.

"Everything's big on you, Berry." Quinn chuckled, rolling her eyes.

"To be fair," Santana added with a nod, "We're lucky Quinn has the fashion sense of Morticia Addams playing laser-tag when she's not wearing her Cheerios uniform."

Quinn and Rachel chuckled, whilst Brittany smiled and narrowed her eyes dramatically at her reflection, before swiping the gun from her thigh holster with a flourish, "I like it."

Santana nodded determinedly, "We can so do this."

"Yeah we can!" The tall blonde hollered, replacing her pistol and holding her hand up for a high-five. The girls joined in enthusiastically before Quinn tugged Santana and Brittany into a tight hug. Santana glanced across to Rachel and her heart panged with sympathy. She wrapped an arm around Rachel's shoulders, pulling her into the embrace with a sly smile.

"Okay, come on!" Quinn pulled back, clapping her hands together and pointing to the door, "Onward, girls."

They nodded, turning to face the door before filing out. Quinn didn't bother locking the door behind them – she knew they would not be returning now.

"So what's the plan now?" Brittany raised her eyebrows at the girls as they ambled down the long driveway.

Santana took a deep breath, letting it out in a long sigh, "Well, there was no trace of a safety facility at Quinn's, so why don't we try someone else's house?"

"I'm sure my dads would have left me a note." Rachel nodded confidently, "Even if they had to leave, they would try to let me know whe-"

She screamed as a hand clenched around her shoulder. She whirled round, grabbing her pistol from her belt and firing two shots at the infected body behind her. They punctured the moaning man's chest and sent him reeling backwards, and she quickly shot another bullet straight through his forehead as the other girls spun around with horror. He toppled to the ground with a loud thud, and Brittany gasped.

Quinn scowled incredulously at the suited body of her father, "Are you freaking kidding me?" She deadpanned curiously, "It's not even a half hour since Santana executed my mom." The brunette shifted uncomfortably as Quinn rolled her eyes. Rachel spun around to face them, her eyes wide with the horror of what she had done.

"Are you okay?" Brittany frowned, giving her a concerned glance.

"Quinn, I'm so sorry." Rachel blurted.

"I'm fine." The blonde shrugged matter-of-factly, "Pity it couldn't have happened sooner, frankly."

The tiny brunette frowned, "Really?"

"You never met him, Berry." Santana shook her head as she stared down at the rotten corpse. His face was disfigured and his usually crisp, white shirt was stained with blood.

Brittan nodded, "He was a really horrible man."

"Anyway! Let's go." Quinn smiled brightly before turning on her heel and marching down the driveway. The other girls exchanged a bemused glance before following after her obediently.

"So," Santana smirked as they rounded the corner onto Quinn's street, "Turns out Berry gets a little trigger-happy."

"At least it was a good shot." Brittany shrugged happily, and the other blonde nodded her agreement.

"I still don't think I'm comfortable with my behaviour." Rachel frowned, looking as if she wanted to cry.

Santana raised an eyebrow, "Well get comfortably, Berry. This is life today."