Chloe was laying down on the couch; the sounds of her friends sleeping peacefully around her. They all had fallen asleep in the living room after sharing stories or just talking in general. All except, Beca.

She wondered if Beca was still awake or if she was asleep. If she was asleep, Chloe wondered if she still tucked the blanket up beside her cheek like she always did. She wondered if her hair still partially fell in her face; getting drooled on occasionally. Did her breathing pattern still speed up at some moments in her slumber? Signalling that whatever dream she was having was making her breath like that.

The woman had memorized every little detail almost when it came to Beca. But most importantly, it was when Beca was asleep she paid extra attention to her. Mainly because Beca wasn't making smart ass remarks or complaining that Chloe was staring too long.

When Beca was asleep, Chloe could gaze all she wanted. She could daydream about them being together more then friends. She could play with Beca's hair without Beca faking like she was too much of a badass for it.

As creepy as it sounded, sleeping Beca was Chloe's favorite Beca. Well, second favorite. Chloe's favorite kind of Beca was when she was high off her mind from smoking weed with Amy back in college. At first Chloe hated the idea of her being a stoner, but she eventually warmed up to it.

What got her to warm up to the idea was how Beca acted. She became very open minded, meaning that she was open to the flirting with Chloe and the cuddling. Not to mention the adventures at three in the morning with her were sometimes the best adventures.

FLASHBACK

"Chloe!" Beca whispered; poking a sleeping Chloe.

"Mm," Chloe sleep mumbled. She moved a bit; waking up to the repeating finger poking her shoulder.

"Chlooooo" Beca whined.

"Mm, yeah, Beca?" Chloe asked in a groggy state of mind.

"Taco Bell, dude. It's calling our name" Beca said. "I can feel it, callllling in the air toonighhttt" The brunette sang softly to herself. "Is it calling? Or falling?" She asked. "I can feel it, fallllling- Nope, calling. Definitely call-"

"Is there a point to this, Bec?" Chloe couldn't help but chuckle at her best friends nonsense.

"Taco Bell is the point!" Beca said.

"What time is it?" Chloe asked.

"Totally not three am.." Beca smirked.

"Oh my god," Chloe groaned into her pillow. "You know I have class at ten!"

"I know, I know, I know, I know!" Beca quickly rushed. "But you have Taco Bell with me at right now!" She said.

Chloe turned on her back to see the brunette criss cross on their shared bed. She had on Chloe's long sleeve hoodie that had the Barden Bella's logo on it. She was in her black Deadpool sweatpants while her hair was messy from the day.

The redhead was about to respond, but she took a deep breath and got a whiff of the weed off the girl. Another groan escaped her lips, now realizing the sudden craving the younger woman had.

"You realize you have your internship tomorrow morning, correct?" Chloe asked in a stern voice, but a smile crept up on her lips.

"So? Taco Bell doesn't care" Beca said.

"Why can't Amy take you?" She asked; knowing it would get Beca to confess she was stoned right then.

"She may or may not be talking with aliens when I left her with Jesse-"

"Jesse too?! You're corrupting everyone!" Chloe laughed; playing hitting the girl.

Beca quickly caught Chloe's hand; holding it against her body for some reason. She was laughing at the woman's words, but trying to form a sentence at the same time.

"I am not! But you know who is?" Beca asked.

"Let me guess, Taco Bell-"

"Tacooooo Bellllll!" Beca yelled out.

"Shhhhh!" Chloe sat up; putting a finger against the woman's lips. "Don't wake everyone else up just because you want Taco Bell" She smiled.

Beca licked Chloe's finger before talking. The redhead quickly made a grossed out face; wiping her finger on the long sleeve Beca wore.

"Come on," Beca said. "I will buy, you just need to drive"

"I know the drill" Chloe rolled her eyes.

"So that's a yes?!" Beca's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

"I need to pee and brush my teeth first. Also get some pants on" Chloe said as she got up from the bed.

"Okay, alright, and no you don't" Beca smirked as she watched the woman walk away.

"Society says otherwise!" Chloe called back as she walked to their bathroom.

"I'm society! I say no pants for Chloe!" Beca threw her arm up as if she was protesting.

"What am I about to bring in public?" Chloe mumbled to herself with a goofy smile.

END OF FLASHBACK

She wanted those moments back. She wanted everything like that back. But, in this new world it felt impossible. They would never have a three am trip to Taco Bell again. Or maybe even a trip to Walmart at midnight because they wanted Oreos or to race shopping carts.

Chloe had felt this empty kick in the gut for sometime now. She was angry, hurt, and destroyed that her whole life was gone in a instant. A majority of that was Beca. They were across the country from one another when everything had happened. Luckily Chloe had Aubrey to calm her down in the beginning. Hell, to calm her down even now.

As she was lost in her thoughts, the radio tuned in and a voice was heard.

"Hello?! Oh my god, I hope this works. My name is Stacie Conrad and I have my daughter Bella with me. Our entire car just blew up and we're hiding in a farm off of exit 27. Please, anyone, I'll do anything! Even blow jobs! Or if you're a girl, I'll go down on you! Just help us, please!"

Then just like that, it tuned back out. Chloe sat up; looking around her like crazy. She knew she just heard the words right. That sounded just like their Stacie and their Stacie even had a little girl named Bella.

She didn't want to wake anyone up from their slumber they all needed very much. So she slowly got up, finding a paper and pen to leave a note down on why the truck was gone and where she went.

Chloe grabbed her bag full of things she carried on her such as a knife, gun, food, water, and a first aid kit. She found the keys where Beca's sister had thrown them in the bowl by the door. It was obvious they tried to keep things as normal as possible. Even if it was a bowl for keys by the door.

Without giving it another thought, she swiftly left the house and went out to the truck to save Stacie.

"Do you think she's sleep walking out there?" Amy asked a pacing Aubrey.

"I don't know!" She said. "What if Stacie did call, but it was a trap and the zombies have all three of them?" She asked.

"Or what if they wrecked my truck?" Eliza asked.

"A truck?! You're worried about a truck?!" Aubrey exclaimed.

"What?! Truck is the nicest thing I've ever owned!" She defended herself. "We actually should all be worried on how to break this to Beca"

"Well you're her sister" Zack spoke. "So maybe you should tell her"

"You're about to be my ex boyfriend again if you pin me to be the one to be killed" Eliza warned.

Zack threw his hands up; walking out of the living room to the kitchen.

"Did she write down the time she left?" Eliza asked.

"No, but she said it's the farm off of exit 27" Amy said.

"Were off of exit 15" Eliza said. "So give or take, she'll be here back later today if everything goes alright"

"And if it doesn't?" Aubrey asked.

"We figure it out then. For now, we distract the fuck out of Beca" Eliza said.

"How are you going to do that?" Aubrey asked.

"Why is everyone pinning that task on me?" Eliza asked.

"Pinning what on you, kid?" Beca walked into the living room.

"Pinning..." Eliza searched for words. "The tail on the donkey?" She said more in a questioning tone. "I always was the one to play that game you know?" She asked.

"Uh, alright, yeah..you were, I guess" Beca shrugged.

"How did you sleep?" Aubrey asked.

"As good as we ever sleep in a zombie apocalypse anymore" Beca shrugged. "Where's Chloe?"

"Where isn't Chloe?" Amy asked.

"Not in the living room, that's for sure" Eliza nodded.

"Agreed" Amy nodded.

"Kitchen?" Beca asked.

"Nope!" Aubrey shook her head.

"Then where is she-"

"I just remembered my boyfriend is in the kitchen! Coming, Zack!" Eliza yelled; rushing out of the living room.

"Bitch" The two blondes muttered.

"What's the note in your hand, Amy?" Beca decided to change the subject.

"What note?" Amy asked.

"The one in your han-"

Quickly Amy crumbled up the piece of paper; shoving it in her mouth. She looked around with a shrug of her shoulders before returning to look at Beca and Aubrey. Beca had a face of complete confusion as Aubrey had her head in her hands.

"Wot' note?" Amy asked; the paper still crumbled up in her mouth.

"The one in your mouth-"

"Amy.." Aubrey sighed. "Why your mouth?"

"Gotta' run!" Amy said with the paper still in her mouth as she ran out of the living room.

"And then there was one.." Aubrey sat down on the couch; looking as if she had been defeated.

"Well technically two of us are in this room and wherever Chloe is-"

"She's not here" Aubrey blurted.

Silence dropped between the two as Beca looked at the blonde in confusion. She nervously started to play with her hands as she saw Aubrey slump back on the couch.

"What?" Beca asked.

"She heard on the radio last night Stacie calling for help, so she took the truck and went to find her-"

"Last night?! It's almost ten in the fucking morning! Where is she?!" Beca yelled. "How could you let her leave?!"

"We were all asleep, Beca! And last time I checked, I wasn't her babysitter!" Aubrey yelled back.

"So she's out there? All by herself?" Beca asked.

Aubrey sighed.

"Yes, I'm sorry"

"Why are you saying sorry?"

"Because we both know she won't fucking make it, Beca!" Aubrey yelled. "She cries when a fucking bird dies! Do we really think she can handle going up to exit 27 by herself in this?! Especially since nightime?!"

Beca went to yell back, but thought over Aubrey's words. They were knives that were sharpened by the truth. As much as Beca hated to admit it, she didn't think Chloe had it in her to survive in this alone. It pained her to even think like that.

Slowly she sat down on the couch chair; looking off into the distance. Her mind felt like it was thinking so quickly of every bad possibility ever. She was thinking of how the truck could run out of gas, or maybe the breaks cut loose, how zombies could have overpowered the redhead, she could have gotten lost. Every bad scenario was running through her mind.

But, then she realized that this was all her fault. If she had let Chloe read that stupid notebook, Chloe would have never stormed off into the living room last night. She would have at least still been in Beca's bedroom explaining how she didn't feel the same. The woman would have never heard the call on the radio.

"This is my fault.." Beca said.

"What?" Aubrey's voice softened.

"If I didn't piss her off last night she would have never-"

"Hey," Aubrey said; sitting down on the floor by Beca's feet. "Don't think that way"

"But we both know it's true! She won't make it, and it's all my fault"

"Hey, maybe it's a curse we're both realists knowing she won't make it. But I know for fucking sure this isn't on you. You know Chloe. The moment she hears someone needs help especially her friend, she goes running" Aubrey said.

"I had her, and I lost her so quick" Beca said. "I should have told her. I should have told her everything!"

"Told her what? What could have changed this?!"

"That I love her!"

"We all love her-"

"Not in the way I do!" Beca yelled; looking into the blonde's eyes. "I love her so much, Aubrey. In a way that I never thought was possible. And now, I'll never even have that"

Aubrey took a small gasp at the sudden words from the younger woman. She knew Beca loved Chloe. Hell, everyone did. It was obvious to anyone that met Beca that she was in love with Chloe. But, nobody ever thought she would realize it let alone confess to it. They all thought Chloe would pry it out of her one day.

"How about we not be realists?" Aubrey offered.

"Why? Because I all of the sudden told you how I felt?" Beca asked.

"That and the rest of the group will hate us for being realists" Aubrey said. "What if she does make it back? What will you do?"

"What do you mean?"

"You going to tell her what just happened, or am I?" Aubrey challenged. "Because let me tell you, she's been waiting for you to open your mouth for awhile now"

"She won't make it back-"

"I'm saying she will" Aubrey said.

"You're the one saying she wouldn't"

"Well, I change my mind" Aubrey shrugged. "I'm saying she'll be back, want to bet?"

"She won't"

"So that's a yes to betting?"

"Money isn't really a thing anymore-"

"It's not, but we have other ways to bet"

"Like what?"

"If Chloe comes back, you have to tell her somehow that you love her. I don't care how. But, she has to know within the 24 hours of her arrival"

"What the fuck? No, no, just-"

"And if you win!" Aubrey cut her off. "I will do whatever you want"

Beca knew she would win this deal. In her mind, there was no way Chloe was coming back. Even if that thought made her heart break more, she knew it was true.

"Fine, deal" Beca muttered as they both shook each others hand.

"Breakfast is ready!" Jesse called out.

"I'm starving" Aubrey said as she got up.

"I'm not.." Beca shook her head; bringing her knees up to her chest.

"Suit yourself" Aubrey shrugged and began to walk away.

As the blonde was walking away, she heard Chloe in the back of her mind though telling her to go back and make Beca eat. Chloe would always be making sure Beca ate because there were times Beca didn't. She went almost two days without realizing that she hadn't had a single bite. The brunette was just running on caffeine. So ever since then, Chloe made sure she ate.

The blonde sighed and turned to look at the brunette in such a fragile state. Her knees curled up to her chest as her hands covered her face. It was obvious she was trying not to show the tears that were falling down her cheeks.

"Beca, you didn't have dinner last night" Aubrey spoke up. "Chloe is in my head right now yelling at me to get you to eat" The woman chuckled softly.

"What if she isn't?" Beca asked.

"Yelling at me? Beca, I live in her head and she lives in mine since we were kids"

"Eating, I mean. What if she's starving to death?"

'A hundred ways Chloe could die, by Beca Mitchell' Aubrey thought to herself.

"I bet she isn't, Beca. Like I said, we live in each others head. She can hear me loud and clear to get her ass back here to get some food. And when she gets back here and realizes you haven't ate, she's going to murder you"

"Fine.." Beca caved in; getting up to go eat in the dining room.

"Thank you" Aubrey sighed of relief. "She'll be here soon so start preparing how to tell her you love her-"

"Shut up" Beca muttered as she walked by her.