AN: okay warnings: I'm highly intoxicated at the moment and was wearing my mother's glasses when I wrote the first half of this chapter, whoa is she blind... my dad made me give them back :( I'm also cold and my hands hurt as it started snowing earlier and my family had a drunk indoor snowball fight... any who the point is I might not remember exactly what I wrote when I wake up in the morning; but please notify me with what is wrong :) so I can fix it
I know I could just not update but I promised TrustInFaith I would, and even though I don't keep promises to my family I do try on here :/
Just short filler :/
Posted: 4/2/12
I don't deserve them
Once at the bottom of the ladder, the two safety doors above them closed, Rachel entered the code for the final door back into the bunker.
The shorter girl still held Beth in one arm, the assault rifle on her jacket style multi gun holster. Santana slide the door open once it unlocked and the pair entered the safety of the cramped common room
The rest of the temporary residents' eyes all shot to them, Quinn and Puck were out of their seats
"Where's Shelby?" Puck asked, looking passed the two girls to the door that Santana was sliding shut
"The Zo-"
"She didn't make it" Rachel cut the Latina off, deciding it was best to spare any details
"Oh" Was all Puck said sadly, before he turned his attention to his daughter in Rachel's arms
"Here" she passed her carefully to the boy; Quinn was soon by his side, smiling at her daughter. Rachel immediately noticed the disheartened look on Brittany's face
Santana yanked Rachel back to talk to her more quietly "Shelby gave Beth to you"
Rachel just sighed and shook her head, letting her gaze fall back on the little family reunion "They're her parents, and either way I'm looking after her, because I'm looking after all of you"
"No you're not, not on your own. My parents were preparing for this the same as yours, so you've got me Rachel; I'm going to help you look after them, and I'll look after you"
Rachel huffed a laugh but turned her attention back to Santana "It's a real shame"
"What is?"
"It's a shame that it took the end of our everyday existence for me to meet the nice side of Santana Lopez" she then realised how that must have sounded and her eyes widened "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that it's just..." 'What? What is it just? That you fell in love with the bitch from school but you would have fallen for this version of her ten times harder and faster...' "It's just unfortunate that we don't get to really know one another until some tragedy occurs" she decided
"You got that right, I didn't know Rachel Berry was such a mother fucking badass" she smirked
"I'll take that as a compliment" she smirked back
...
Quinn and Puck, with an audience, of Brittany had settled Beth. She was napping and the original parents were watching her sleep; curled up on the sofa in between them. It broke Brittany's heart, the glances Quinn and Puck were giving each other and those heartbroken expressions from the taller blonde were heart wrenching for Santana to watch from the other side of the room.
She'd chosen to try and help Rachel who was being a control freak... as usual, as she marked out several routes on a tablet computer and printed maps
The other survivors/rescued by Rachel were lounging around. Finn had complained he was hungry but Rachel pointed out he was most likely bored and they were on rations.
The area was pretty quiet until an alarm and red light flashing from the wall supporting all the hidden cabinets of supplies. Beth started to cry, for the... I don't even know how many, time today and the sleepy people lounging around the small room were all startled to full consciousness
"What the heck is that?" Puck asked irritated as he picked up her daughter and tried to comfort her
"No, no , no, no, no" Rachel muttered before rushing from her seat to the screens hidden behind one of the wall panels, the ones she'd used earlier that day before having to go out there and connect the cameras
Santana was like a little lost puppy as she followed Rachel round the room. It was so un like her to ever act like this; her feelings should have been obvious to everyone in that room but there were scarier things to deal with... scarier that Santana ever having a heart and caring about someone so passionately "Is something wrong?"
"You ever hear an alarm that signified something good" she replied sarcastically, before regretting it "Sorry" she muttered "No, it's bad, kinda really bad" she tapped away at the key board in front of the screens and several of them flicked to views inside the Berry home... and there were, those things, stumbling through the house
"Fuck" Santana breathed "They're in the house" that got the rest of the room attention
"How did they even get in?" Finn asked the first dumb question
"They obviously broke in dumb-ass"
"We probably attracted them to the house" Rachel sighed, as she tried to count up how many were in her home on the multiple screens "you have to think of them simply; they don't deliberately mean to harm us"
"So why are they hunting us?" Puck still supporting Beth on his hip, so she couldn't see the terrifying images on the screen, stepped closer to the screen
"You have to think of them as brain damaged. I figured that's what they essentially are. They have no human compassion, they don't think, they don't even know when they are hungry, thirsty or tired. They look for flesh to feast on and that's it, once they find 'it' and get 'it', they move on" she tried to make her explanation as simple and gentle as possible but it just had more of her bunk mates freaked out "It's not like in some of the movies or video games; they don't have heightened senses or abilities that make them super human. They are quite simply human with clouded judgement"
"So there's no stopping them?" Tina asked "We can't reason with them" she elaborated
"No; as soon as the infection gets to them, it's over" The brunette said sadly
"And now they stand between us and the way out of here?" Blaine asked meekly as he tried to comfort his boy friend
Rachel huffed a laugh before actually facing the people whose lives relied on her "You really think the Berry family wouldn't have a backup plan?" she raised an eyebrow "you don't need to worry about that for now. The garage is secure; more secure than the rest of the house... minus this bunker" she attempted to reassure them "I know it's still early but I think we should get some sleep. I need us all up early so I can run through how to assemble and reload a gun. It'll also be safer for us to move when there's light; simply because we have better visibility"
Her words were supposed to be comforting but hey this was the walking dead they were talking about. The survivors filed out the common area to their assigned rooms, in the hope that they might get some sleep that night.
...
Rachel sat on the edge of her bed, her head in her hands 'what am I going to do? What's going to happen to these people, am I really their only hope, we have to travel so far, with so much unknown. How can I put a shotgun in innocent Brittany's hands? What am I going to do if I get to the Pierce's house and her parents guts have been thrown across the living room like tinsel? What about all the others, what if I let them all down?' She just felt like crying, she had no idea what was going to happen
"Is it okay if I sleep out here?" She was startled by her thoughts when a real voice joined the mix, she looked up to see Santana looking at her unsure, in her bunker pyjamas: shorts and t-shirts, holding her folded up bunker clothes.
"Sure" she got up and lowered the bed from the wall next to her own. "Not that I'm bothered, but is something wrong with your assigned room"
"Puck moved in, to be closer to Beth with Quinn... and with Brittany there too, it's a lot to handle, emotionally. So I gave Puck my bed and then I didn't really want to move in with Finn and Sam, so here I am. Plus maybe you could use the company"
"Thank you Santana, and yes I can't blame you for not wanting to share a room with Finn and Sam" She chuckled, she turned away from the Latina to remove her hoody and pull her t-shirt over her head. Santana's eyes immediately widened in shock of how comfortable the other girl was just changing in from of her and as much as she would have like to continue watching; she didn't, she couldn't she would have looked like a complete perv had Rachel caught the open moth expression on her face. Santana turned her back to the shorter girl just as Rachel was reaching back to unclip her bra, the Latina swallowed loudly and tried to push any thoughts of just jumping the other girl then and there, away.
The Latina shook all arousing thoughts away and turned her attention to her new bed, she arranged the sheets on the plastic wrapped mattress so she could use it to sleep on
"I hope Brittany will be okay" the shorter dark haired girl broke the taller one from her distracting routine "I know what I said in the car" Santana faced her as the changed girl was arranging her pillows "About Quinn and Puck not happening but I worry that Brittany won't see that"
"I guess it's not really that important" The Latina mumbled
"Isn't it?" Rachel paused her motions and furrowed her brow
"There are bigger things going on than our..." she hesitated as she found the right word "romantic feelings"
"I guess" she agreed reluctantly as she pulled back the sheet to her cot "Would you confess?"
"Confess what?" the Latina asked nervously
"To the one you have feelings for, I know it would make this harder... if you lost them but having someone to love and someone to live for can make what little we have, so much better"
"I don't deserve them" she replied simply before climbing into her bed
"But-"
"Good night Rachel" she added quickly before turning away from the other girl and pulling the covers up to her neck
"Good night Santana" the other girl sighed before settling down for the night... the last guaranteed good night's sleep they would have
Okay so a tonne of snow settling outside, a sobering, scary conversation with my equally intoxicated mother, involving questions I don't want to answer and three cups of coffee later; and that's what I came up with... be honest
Also tell me how 'far' you want Pezberry to go, what do you want to read? 0_o I'd like to know what the majority of the audience want :)