AN: Hello again! Loving the feedback so much. Glad to hear you're enjoying the story. For those of you who have sent me PM's, yes I am currently writing again for WGP and that should be updated soon as well. I'm just kind of stuck on this one atm ;)

Next chapter should be up next week sometime! Cheers.


What is going on with me? These thoughts, these feelings.

Oh the feelings..

Maybe it's the fact that I haven't seen an actual human being in mon- oh, never mind. I forgot about Santana.

So I can't necessarily write off these feelings or confusions based upon the sole purpose that I haven't seen someone attractive in so long. But I can admit to myself that this girl is definitely the most attractive female I have ever laid eyes on. And yes, I am comfortable enough with my sexuality to say that I, Rachel Barbra Berry, have a massive crush on this girl who I've only just met. I've always been fluent with my sexual preference, even when I dated Finn. Of course, I never actually told him I had interest in the same and the opposite sex. I've always preferred not to put a label on anything along those lines.

However, that does not explain to me why I'm breaking multiple rules off of my zombie survival list and following this mysterious supermodel to the back of the store with Santana close behind. Yet, it is amazing to me that with just two words spoken from the blonde, I'm on her tail like a lost puppy. It's a little nerve racking to me that none of us have spoken since we began following her. Warning signals are going off in my head.

Where is she taking us?

Who cares? She's gorgeous!

Shut up perve! We're probably walking into a death trap!

Gosh, look how strong her legs are!

Her ass you mean..

PERVE!

How can you not..

We round the next corner and I suddenly notice that we are not alone anymore. Sitting upon a table in the middle of the lightly lit storage room is another beautiful blonde girl. Her hair is much longer and flowing in comparison to the other's short choppy do. She is a little taller as well, supporting a black hoody and sweatpants. At first I think to myself that she must be sweating bullets in such an outfit, but I notice that she is shaking and shivering along with her pearly white teeth chattering to their own rhythm. Her eyes are a piercing aqua blue but seem to be shimmering with light tears. I finally clue in that she is holding her right arm close to her body in a very tense manner. As if she had a broken bone of some sorts and is elevating it to ease the pain.

"She's been bitten. I don't think she has much time left," the shorter blonde whispers softly to us with her back facing the girl on the table. Slightly hiding behind her own forming tears.

People this beautiful should not cry.

"Is she your-"

"Sister. Ya.." Santana's question is cut of by the blonde's light response barely above a whisper.

"I-we need someone to shoot her. I can't watch her be in pain any longer."

Santana and I exchange a look of shock to each other. I know for a fact, and I think Santana knows this to, that I could never, and would never shoot a human being. Zombies were an obvious exception to that because, well, they're already dead right?

Santana glances back to the dying girl on the table in front of us. She looks like she's going to be sick. Not just the blonde, but Santana too.

I hear the blonde next to me sniffle back her tears and I feel obligated to help her or ease her own pain by conversation.

"When was she bitten?" I ask softly.

"Earlier today. We came in here looking for food. All we found was a group of fat zombies who were getting sick of eating the frozen meat and decided on something a bit more.. fresh"

I shiver at her tone, "I'm sorry."

She finally turns her attention back to me and gives me a small nod and a whispers her thanks. My heart breaks to see this new beautiful girl so shaken up. I've known her for not even 5 minutes now and I already feel a connection of sorts with her.

Pathetic..

I try to distract myself from wanting to pull the girl in for a hug by turning my attention back to the latino; remembering that the other sister just asked for someone to fucking shoot her infected sibling.

At first I don't actually think Santana will be able to pull through with what she's been asked to do, but she takes a few steps towards the girl. I overhear a bit of their hushed conversation.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"I'm Santana."

"Brittany," the blonde shrugs her shoulders shyly.

I see the latino give her a sad smile. It's a strange feeling I get from watching the two of them. Santana didn't look at me like that when we first met. Actually, she still didn't look at me like that and we've known each other for almost 2 days now. In all honesty, she never even initiated conversation for the first several uncomfortable minutes we were in that truck. Then again, I wasn't dying on a supply table in the back of an abandoned supermarket either.

"You're sister tells me you've been, uh, bitten," it's seems more of an excuse to make conversation rather than a question, but the girl nods hesitantly anyways.

"She doesn't want to see you in pain anymore so she, she t-told me you and her want to, umm.. want one of us to.." she doesn't finish her sentence and just shakes her head in disbelief and turns to myself and the sister who is now wiping away her escaping tears.

She huffs out a deep breath and walks towards Santana and Brittany. She leans into her shaking sibling to give her a painfully long hug and kiss on the forehead as she wipes away both of their tears.

"I love you, Britt."

"Love you too, sis."

They look at each other for another long moment before breaking apart from their final embrace. The shorter girl turns towards Santana, "Go ahead."

I watch Santana swallow hard and witness all the color drain from her face; looking nautious once more. However, she somehow powers through and steps closer to the dying female on the table. She raises her gun and points it at the now sobbing girl. I turn my back away and plug my ears awaiting the blow from the weapon. I don't want to see nor hear this agony which is about to unfold.

I've witnessed a lot in the last few months. Zombies eating humans. Brains, guts and other internals flying everywhere upon gunfire and destruction. Heard screams from humans that will forever be remaining in my memory. Humans that have not been as lucky as myself and Santana to escape the horrors of what this world has become. But never have I ever had to witness something like this. A girl, killing off one of her own species because of this fucking intoxication. What was even more heartbreaking was seeing her sister stand and watch this unfold in front of her own eyes. Her sister! Probably the only person left she can rely on in this world.

It feels like minutes have passed away without noise so I turn my body hesitantly to see Santana still holding the gun to the girl. Just in time to see the choppy haired blonde step towards her and gesture towards the gun. I unplug my fingers from my ears curiously.

"I'll do it," I barely hear her whisper out. I completely remove my hands from my ears and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Santana nods and gently hands over the gun to the sister, stepping back next to me still eyeing the blonde sisters.

The shorter blonde lifts the gun and aims it at the girl, cocking the load and letting out a sigh.

I'm about to move my hands back up to my ears for protection, but instead find myself hoisting them straight into the air when I see the blonde turn sharply and point the gun at me and the latino.

The fuck?

"We'll be taking the rest of your guns now." she spits out with a confident tone.

"We?" Santana gasps out as she too raises her arms in defense.

Just then, Brittany jumps off the table and removes her sweater. She's now holding a very large carving knife in her suspiciously broken/bitten arm. Obviously why she was holding it so close to her body in the first place.

She holds the knife loosely in her hand and saunters towards the latino, grinning seductively at her. She moves her hand slowly along Santana's hip bone and removes her gun belt that supports her two hand guns.

"Her keys too, Britt. Get her keys." I hear the other sister say from beside me. I turn my head quickly to see the blonde has moved closer to me and is staring straight into my frightened eyes. Her eyes are a creamy hazel tone and I can't seem to look away from them. I would be quite turned on by her confidence and beauty if it wasn't for the sole fact that she's pointing my double barreled shot gun at my body.

I begin to blush with these highly inappropriate thoughts and force my attention back to the other two girls who are much much closer than before. Their faces are only inches apart now and Brittany's hands are roaming along Santana's sides and down to her denim pocket where she seems to be searching for something. I'm hoping it's the keys..

She is successful and raises the tiny silver key chain in front of Santana's face, just barely grazing her parted lips. She too then moves her face towards the key covered lips and husks out, "Thanks gorgeous."

I see Santana release a breath and furrow her brow at the teasing blonde.

"I should have shot your sexy, dying ass."

Brittany seems to enjoy this and laughs under her breath, still eyeing the latino in front of her, "You never would have, baby."

"ENOUGH! Britt, let's go!" the two girls jolt apart and I too feel myself flinch at the girls tone.

Brittany saunters away with a wink at both of us before joining her sister's side.

"I was just having some fun, Q."

Q?

I see the blonde roll her eyes and direct her attention back to me.

"Did I tell you that you could lower your arms?"

Huh?

I glance down at my hands; shocked that I lowered them unknowingly in the first place. I witnessed the interaction between Santana and Brittany and had a feeling that these two wouldn't cause us any harm. So I decide to finally talk back to the girl.

"You wouldn't shoot us," I say with a small smirk, trying to pull the seductive card that I witnessed occur between the two other girls just moments ago. I see the blonde's expression change at my statement as she cocks her perfectly trimmed eyebrow. I hear Brittany giggle to her side. I'm slightly taken aback when Q moves closer to me and pokes the gun into my ribcage. It's only then do I feel how fast my heart is beating for the first time today.

"Don't. Tempt. Me." she draws out between clenched teeth.

I stiffen immediately and lick my lips that have become instantly dry from the tension. I notice her gaze switch from my eyes to my now moistened lips as her stare remains there for a moment before her sister breaks the visual contact.

"Enough, Quinn.." she mentions out in a mocking tone. Her gaze moves back to my eyes and she moves backwards still pointing the loaded gun at me.

Quinn eh?

I decide no to say anything more that may further upset the blonde, but I can't help but notice Brittany whispering something into her sister's ear. I also couldn't ignore the fact that Quinn smirked afterwards. She backs out of the door with Brittany close behind, but not before she sends a wink towards the still silent and unmoving latino.

The door closes shut and I instantly turn towards Santana who is still staring at the closed door in some sort of hazy daze.

"What the fuck!"

She doesn't say anything and continues her staring contest with the closed door.

"SANTANA!"

She flinches at my tone and stares at me, seeming a little flustered when snapping to her senses.

"Jesus, Berry! You couldn't stop that blonde bitch from stealing everything?"

"Excuse me? There were two fucking blondes incase you didn't notice. Oh, that's right. You were too busy having eye sex with Brittany..."

"Oh don't even try to play the blame game with me hobbit when you know damn well that you weren't the only one sending eyes at them!"

..bitch..

"Fine! Fine. We're both to blame alright? So can we grab what's left of our shit and go look for another car now?"

She mumbles something spanish under her breath and walks past me, making sure to nudge my shoulder forcefully with her own.

I shake my head in disbelief. Now I have no weapons, no car and there's two beautiful blonde sisters out there who have all of our possessions.

Fantastic..

A part of me is frustrated as hell that I'll have to walk for god knows how long to find another form of transportation. Not to mention weapons and shelter. However I'm still on a high from having Quinn staring at me and making me feel things I thought I'd never feel again!

I'm knocked out of my thoughts, literally, by Santana chucking a ball at my head and walking out the front door.

Yup.. just fan-tastic..


Brittana goodness here. Faberry goodness to come :)