Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created in Glee. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is being intended. However, all original characters belong to me.

A/N: Aright first off, I love Glee and I love the games that will be mimicked in the story (at this point Resident Evil) in case anyone reading has been confused on the premise of this story. This is being written for the sake of fun, and no other reason. This chapter has taken me forever because I wanted just right.

I have listed below who is taking on the role of who from the games, but decided to add one more into the mix mainly cause I love the character in the game, and can see Brittany's subconscious (with how the show has been going) placing her in the role as a double agent.

Brittany – Jill Valentine, Artie – Chris Redfield, Sue – Albert Wesker, Santana – Ada Wong

Enjoy!, and I hope to hear from you.

Title: Gaming Gone Wrong

Rating: T – language, some "blood"

Summary: A marathon of gaming goes very, very wrong. It's the start of summer, and Artie has peeked her interest. Will a simple week of marathon gaming be too much for Brittany handle, will her imagination get the best of her, or will she learn a little bit more about herself, her boyfriend, and fellow Gleemates?

Chapter 2: Last Escape

Dark was the only way to describe their surroundings. None knew where they were. They were under the majority of the first floor science wing, and if they continued on there may be, just maybe, an exit to the other side of the school, would appear.

"I'll look for a light." Mr. Shuester pulled the flashlight from the latch at the side of his combat vest. He flicked it on the light shown in the faces of Artie, Brittany, and Quinn. He moved the beam along the wall slowly pacing along.

Brittany blinked, her eyes squinting from the sudden intensity of over head light. "Matrix," she blurted.

Quinn shook her head hiding the grin that appeared across her lips. "Brittany, we are not in the Matrix."

She slowly walked forward examining their new surroundings. "Then explain the big tubes." Brittany pointed towards a large open area of the room. Huge empty clear tubes projected from the floor. Wires were pulled from the sides, others looked to have been opened, and a thick jelly-like liquid covered the floor. Off to the side sat a small rolling metal cart, atop it was an ancient computer.

"What," asked Artie as he walked across the dark room? His foot made contact with the liquid, he sliding across the floor. He hit the glass of another its contents to slosh giving off a soft gurgle of a sound. The over head lights flickered on with a zip. "Ow!" He fixed his glasses, focused his eyes. "Oh my God," he murmured. Artie began to back away from the glass tube. "Mr. Shue something… Someone is in there." He squinted. "I think it's an idiot from the hockey team."

Mr. Shuester, now standing beside both Brittany and Quinn, he groaned. "This is insane. I can't believe this is happening."

She took a step back, Brittany tilted against a lone computer. "I told you, Matrix." Her hand tapped a few keys of the keyboard. The computer began to blip, a door unlocked. Brittany jumped. "I didn't do it! I did. But, I didn't mean too…" She sulked. Artie looked apologetic towards her.

An older man rushed into the room. His body ridged, eyes bloodshot, and face sunken. It was Dr. Frank, the head Bio-Chemistry teacher of McKinley High. "No! No! What did you do? No! Look at what you have done!"

"Dr. Frank? What are you doing down here," asked Quinn. Confusion plastered across her face.

The man ignored Quinn pushing her to the side as he rushed through the room. "No! No! No! Everything, everything has gone all wrong!" Dr. Frank groaned. He shoved Brittany to the side into Artie's arms. He frequently began typing jumping from one computer to the next.

"You did this," croaked out Mr. Shuester. He was beside himself.

Artie, Brittany, Quinn and Mr. Shuester watched fixed solely on the teacher. "It was an experiment, that's all just a simple experiment."He continued to jump from one computer to the next. Obviously high on coffee and whatever form of caffeine he could find. "I shouldn't have listened to her, but she was right if I was to get any testing done it would have be with the students here," Dr. Frank began to pace. "The Golf kids were first, no one would notice if they were missing. It's Ohio, who plays golf in Ohio," he rambled on. "But, she got greedy. She wanted to start testing her own students. See if they could exceed the bar." He stopped his pacing looking into the lit computer screen. "So, she had me mix it with their weekly supplemented nutrition powder."

"Who had you do this?"Mr. Shuester was appalled. Dr. Frank was a teacher, granted an insane teacher, but he was a teacher. "What did you do to these kids?"

"Sue Sylvester of course, and I have done nothing wrong. I made them better," stated Dr. Frank his eyes crazed.

"Better! They are mindless flesh eating drones." Mr. Shuester threw his hands in the air.

"Only a setback, only a setback," mumbled Dr. Frank.

Quinn arm wrapped around her stomach and hand covering her mouth moaned. "I think I'm going to be sick." She looked at Brittany. "How long did she have us drinking that stuff?"

Brittany shrugged. A few months maybe, we quit the team, maybe she didn't start till after nationals this year." Brittany took hold of her stomach. She hoped she had convinced Quinn because she did not convince herself.

Artie motioned everyone close, bringing them into a loose huddle. "If that's true we can deal with it later. What do we do with him? Do we take him with us," asked Artie. His hand gripped protectively at Brittany's back.

Quinn pulled herself closer into their small huddle. "Are you crazy," she barked in an irritated undertone. She glanced in the direction of the frantic Bio-Chemistry teacher. His fingers typed quickly against the keyboard. "What if we are some sort of stupid test Coach Sylvester and Dr. Frank setup? We should leave now." She looked to Brittany for help.

Brittany looked up from the huddle over to Dr. Frank. "Where'd he go," asked Brittany more confused than ever. "He was just here! We huddled, and now he's gone."

"Where did he go? What do you mean, where did he go" asked Mr. Shuester in a rush. He lifted his head and glanced around the room.

Each broke from the huddle, the sound of a door locking came. Artie and Mr. Shuester lunged for the door. Both shook the handle meeting the demented face of Dr. Frank. "Damn-it," grunted Mr. Shuester. Dr. Frank cackled.

A red light began to blink. The irritating sound of a garbage truck backing up began to emanating across the room. There was the sudden hum of a vacuum, the sloshing sound of wet cloths, and the squeak of old sneakers. Paused the group slowly turned coming face to face with hockey player. All they heard were soft groans, then a sudden screech. The player launched himself at the group. Artie flew through the air landing face first into one of the computers. Mr. Shuester rolled into hydraulic chambers. Quinn was flung into a row of metal shelves books flew everywhere.

Artie groaned he held his head, blinked to clear his vision, and saw the hockey player holding Brittany's throat in a death grip. He shrieked once more, hot wet breath and tainted saliva flew from his mouth and onto her face. Her feet dangling body against the wall she ripped at his hand desperately trying to pry it open. He took hold of his gun and shot. He watched Brittany hit the floor gasping for breath. He dove for Brittany. Mr. Shuester up and mobbing slowly pulled the trigger. The player slumped over motionless.

She vigorously wiped at her face. "Where's, where's –" Brittany asked still rubbing the feel of the saliva not going away.

"I'm over here," coughed a voice. Quinn cried out in pain as the ridge metal bookshelf dug deep into her leg gouging at her flesh. Brittany and Mr. Shuester rushed to her aid. He lifted the bookcase, her leg was free, and Brittany took hold of Quinn and pulled sliding her across the floor. Mr. Shuester dropped the bookshelf he looked at the lifeless body of the hockey player and the blood covered Artie.

Artie kicked at the body. It did not move. He shot into the player skull all the same. Better to be safe than sorry. The sound of an unlocked door came. Slowly, very slowly, the group made their way out of the room and to the stairway which lead to the main floor of the school.

All rational thought gone, the group moved throughout the hall, up the stairs and in the direction of rooms. Each opened the classroom doors scanned it and yelled out for Rachel, nothing. Once in the direction of the small out cove of the last set of rooms each took a deep breath, prayed, and Artie opened the door to the girl's bathroom. He saw nothing but heard the distinct rattling of the toilet paper dispenser. He motioned for the others to follow him. In front of the closed stall Mr. Shuester mouthed, "On three." He pushed the door open gun ready. Rachel sat cross-legged atop the toilet. Her eyes were sunken, her face limp, but alert. She was tired.

Rachel dirt stained and dust covered smiled bright as Artie, Brittany, Quinn, and Mr. Shuester. "Oh god, oh god," she chanted before jumping to her feet and rushing in the direction of her friends. She hugged tight to Brittany and Quinn. Neither girl let go as Rachel began to cry. "I thought I was done for." She looked at Quinn. "You look awful – oh god – your leg." Rachel hurried over to a discarded bag. Then rushed back bag in hand. She pulled an unused roll of gauze from it and two brackets, and began to wrap at the opened bloody tear of Quinn's jeans. Brittany held Quinn upright as Rachel wrapped her leg. "Something got to us right as we entered the school." She placed both brackets in her mouth as she continued to wrap. "When I woke up, I was in here with this bag. I ran out of ammo an hour ago, but I got all of the ones that were wondering the second floor. I think." She placed the brackets along the wrap securing it the best she could. Quinn gave Rachel a silent thank you.

"And Karofsky," asked Mr. Shuester.

Rachel shrugged. "We came in together, but he wasn't here when I woke up."

"Hurry," yelled a voice, followed by a few shots from a gun. "He isn't fast maybe we can out run him!"

Brittany twirled the falsest and splashed water across her face. "What was that?" She franticly looked to everyone from the mirror. "Did you hear that? Is something outside?"

Artie turned to the window. His eyes went wide. "Guys, guys the others their coming this way."

Mr. Shuester looked at Artie then to the girls. "You three stay here. Artie come with me." He pushed open the door looked left, right, then left again motioned for Artie and they left.

Brittany nibbled at her lip. She looked through the hazed window. She saw four figures running across the grass. Two rushed across holding tight too the lifeless body of a fifth. "I don't see everyone… " She turned to Quinn who was resting against the closed door of a bathroom stale. Rachel sat atop the same toilet as before. "This is not how a pictured my life ending… I well Artie is there with me, but Zombies defiantly not a part of ideal death scenario." Quinn and Rachel met her retort with agreeable grunts.


"It was awful… we tried. We tried so hard, but we couldn't stop him. Nothing worked, nothing –" panted Tina. She helped Lauren lay Mike onto the floor while the others hurried into the girls' bathroom. Mr. Shuester head glancing about one last time shut the door.

"What do you mean? Tina what happened," asked Brittany. She moved allowing Mercedes to sit on a nearby toilet while Kurt leaned against the wall eyes closed. She took hold of Artie's hand.

"Finn and Puck – that bastard he just – he tore them apart them like stuffed animals…" Tina's eyes glazed over her mind rearing to the horrific moment.

"We were almost to the school when he came out of nowhere. So we ran, we just ran," growled Lauren. "If he finds us, I'm not holding back. Not this time."

Hand no longer clasped tightly to Artie's Brittany rubbed at large gash atop her forehead she winced in pain as Mercedes applied the peroxide to the wound. "Who are you talking about?" She paused. "Where's Santana?" She pushed away the recently placed bandage. "I won't be able to see if that's on my face." Mercedes handed the loose bandage over to Kurt who was helping Tina with Mike. Artie rubbed hard at his neck before turning to the sink and washing his face of Sam's blood.

"We lost her on the way to the field. She just, she disappeared. We thought about looking for her, but that was when a few of the football team and the two janitors attacked. That was when he appeared, Karofsky, he was mad like something had taken him over. All he did was chant Glee Club, Glee Club. He jumped Finn." Tina started to wrap Mike with bandages. "Puck tried to save him but it was no use, we pried Mike away, and just kept ran." Tina continued to wrap Mike's arm with bandages trying her best to not touch the three broken ribs on his left side. "On our way back, I didn't see her body anywhere. So, I hope she's okay."

Brittany nodded, she did not like the answer, but she knew it was the best answer she was going to receive.

"We can't stay here, we need to keep moving. He's coming and he only wants the Glee Club," stated Kurt.

Brittany growled she was not leaving her friends to die. Not if she could help it. "What about Quinn, she can barely move, and Mike look at him, he isn't going anywhere."

"Just go on, get out of here. I will only slow you down." Quinn groaned wincing from the pain.

"But, Quinn – we can't just," pouted Brittany.

"We are not leaving anyone behind," growled Mr. Shuester. He ran a hand through his sweat and blood soaked hair.

"You have too! Look at us!" She motioned to her and Mike. "He isn't even conscious, and I can barely walk! Brittany you have to leave us behind!" Quinn glowered at her. "We will be okay." Brittany looked at her friend, she bobbed her head.

"I'll stay with them," announced Tina. She was still holding tight to Mike. "I still have ammo. I can fend off whatever comes this way." Quinn gradually moved across the girls bathroom, turned her back resting it against the tile before slowly allowing herself to slide down to the floor wincing as her knee bent.

"GLEE CLUB," chanted a voice off in the distance.

"He's coming, you have to hurry, go" ordered Tina. Artie, Brittany, Kurt, Lauren, Mercedes, Rachel, and Mr. Shuester watched their three friends, Mike now out cold, Quinn who sat eyes lulling from loss of blood her gun still gripped tightly, and Tina who sat crouched ready to hold the door if needed. They left to find help and a way out.


Two more flights of stairs, a run in with what looked to be a zombified tech-lab teacher, and a few more rabid dogs. They stood were blood stained, bruised, and exhausted atop McKinley High. Each had avoided death for what felt like the hundredth time, but they had done it. They had lured whatever Karofsky had become to the roof. All they had to do now was, wait.

Mercedes squinted watching the door close. "What's that?" She pointed. "By the door, there is something by the door."

Brittany not one to question the logic of others, but also not to question the pacing of this very, very strange dream walked over to the crate took hold and shimmed back to the group. She lifted the lid tossing it towards the others. She paused for a moment. "There's a rocket launcher in it." And, with the help of Artie set it up right pointed towards the door.

Kurt kicked the cover. "Seriously, who conveniently places a rocket launcher on top of a school roof?" Kurt looked to Mr. Shuester. "Is there anything else going on in this school that the students don't know about that you would so kind as to enlighten us on?"

"Do you really think I would let something like this happen, Kurt? Really –," answered Mr. Shuester.

"GLEE CLUB," his voice echoed from within the dark confines of the stairwell.

The door to the roof gradually began to open. Each stepped back, hands gripping tight too their weapons. Brittany crouched to the ground held tight to the heavy piece of metal. She was ready she could do this. She jolted back, hand on the A lab coat covered arm emerged. Brittany and her Gleemates roared in anger. They did not need this now. Dr. Frank was the last person they needed to deal with. The man continued to emerge from behind the door. His face was lifeless no crazed look only a vacant stare. He fell forward his limbs flailing about like a limp puppet.

Karofsky stepped into view; he ignored the sound of crushing bone as he stepped atop Dr. Frank's body. "GLEE CLUB," he chanted once more. He walked slowly towards the group bullets sung through the air, catching in his jacket, grazing along his face, and puncturing his arms and legs. Nothing worked.

Brittany stared at Karofsky. She did not know if this was a better look for him, a state that matched his annoying personality, or just fate finally laughing down at him for all the crap he had pulled on them for the last two years. What she did know how ever was. She was sick of this. Sick of running, sick of watching her friends die, and most importantly sick of getting rancid smelling blood and spit on her cloths and face. She looked for a split second into the scope, clutched tight on the handle, and pressed the trigger. There was a squeal of a sound and a explosion. Brittany's body flew back along with everyone else.

His body tilted back like a domino landing with a thud. The group of teenagers and teacher after regaining their own footing carefully crept toward the body of their fellow, obnoxious and rude, classmate. No movement, nothing, just a large gaping hole in his unresponsive body's chest. They won. Laughter of joy, astonishment, and relief escaped their mouths. They had won.

A long set of single claps began, as a figure materialized from the shadows.

The group looked about themselves, each too exhausted to move. "Clapping there was clapping," moaned Kurt.

"I'm impressed. I never thought any of you would get this far. Especially you Will, I was hoping that hair gel of yours would be good zombie bate." She shrugged. "I guess Dr. Frank didn't take all my suggestions into account."

"Sue! Why? How – how could you! They were just kids," yelled Mr. Shuester. His hand shook handgun pointed in the direction of Coach Sylvester.

"I only took part in an opportunity, Will. These demented wannabe human rag dolls were the product of Doctor Science over there." Coach Sylvester pointed to the lifeless body of Dr. Frank. "I helped him sift through the needy and useless of this school. When the reality of it all, wasn't in the massive amounts of even more brainless teenagers he created, but that I, I could finally have it all, the ultimate team to win at every competition a team of unstoppable Cheerios!" Coach Sylvester took hold of either side of her jacket, she straightened herself and before any of the Glee club could react Coach Sylvester came charging for them.

Bullets and bodies flew atop the roof of the main building. It was useless, nothing worked Coach Sylvester was too fast, she was unnaturally fast. Rachel gagged pushing herself from a pile of debris blood trickled from her busted bottom lip. Beside her Kurt coughed, he sat up his body sore from their impact with the ground. "This is just typical," he groaned.

Lauren rushed over to Mercedes pulling her to her feet. Brittany blinked she was lying atop something soft, something flesh like, she turned her head to see Artie, head bruised, glasses broken, and hair disheveled. "Sorry," she mumbled rolling to side to let Artie up. He patted her shoulder briefly then pulled her to her feet.

Mr. Shuester pushed himself to his feet, he let out a heavy cough spitting out a small amount of blood. He ran for Coach Sylvester.

Brittany watched motionless as Coach Sylvester threw Mr. Shuester to the floor. She took hold of his throat and squeezed, wheezing gasps could be heard through the air. Rachel rushed in their teacher's direction, she was close, and she could just touch Mr. Shuester then her body flew back denting the metal air-conditioning unit. Her body went limp, she was unconscious.

The world slowed, she watched as Artie lounged towards Coach Sylvester, his body staggered to the left missing as Coach Sylvester moved to the right, too fast for the naked eye to see. However, it did not stop him he lunged for her once more, only to be lifted from the ground. His legs flailed as his hands grabbed at the gloved hand of Coach Sylvester. Brittany might not have been the brightest crayon in the box, but she wasn't the dimmest one either. She knew this was a dream, nevertheless she wasn't about to let her dream Artie loose the feeling in his legs. She dove for Coach Sylvester her body made contact. Brittany watched from the corner of her eye as Artie fell to the ground, legs still working. Her body continued to move in a forward direction, she held tight to Coach Sylvester, she was not going to let go.

Then the roof was gone. Brittany was falling. She had knocked Coach Sylvester and herself from the third story of William McKinley High. All she could make out was the distance screams of her friends. All went dark.


Alright, Chapter 2 (ACT II) is finished. Leave a review and let me know what you thought. If you would like to read something a bit more serious, check out Broken.