Hey guys, bet you didn't expect this but here it is! A new update! Because I got another review (I fixed the previous chapter, the story didn't change but now it's only one copy of the story). Anyways it's a Mike chapter this time since I decided they needed some new shelter and you get to see New York. Well actually it's just ruins now but they do find shelter ;) now onto the chapter!

It was about 6pm when Mike decided to wake Santana again. Finn had dozed off a while ago since he still wasn't feeling well. Not that he couldn't handle all his unconscious friends by himself, it was just that he was started to hear things and he wanted back up if something happened. He got up from where he was resting by the food pile; wasting no time getting over to the sleeping Latina.
"Santana….Santana?" He said while shaking her shoulders gently. Her eyes fluttered open quickly and she glared at him.

"I was sleeping if you don't mind, Asian." She muttered but got up anyways. Mike straightened his back and looked around. The only ones left were all of ND besides Mr. Schue and about five of the Warblers; they were all still unconscious though. He began checking their temperature; luckily no-one had gotten any worse. Mike was going to tell Santana about the noises he had heard when her shouting filled the air.

"Fucking rats, there's fucking rats in the food pile!" She yelled. Mike whirled around and went to help her with the new problem. As he looked over the food pile he realized she was right. There were about twelve rats, all chewing through their precious food stock. Santana was grabbing them and throwing them into the woods but the animals never seemed to give up. Mike stood there for a second, mouth hanging open in shock.

"HELP ME MIKE! These fucking rats are gonna eat all our food!" Santana shouted at she picked up a huge brown rat and tossed it straight into a tree. "But…they might be…..infected or something?" He stammered as she threw another rat at the same tree.

"Do you want to starve to death?" She exclaimed, still throwing rats away from the food pile. Mike shook his head and looked down at the pile again. He noticed a tiny white rat chewing away at his Mochi, which thoroughly pissed him off. How dare that rat eat what had to keep them alive. He grabbed it by the tail and yanked it into the air. It squealed it protest but he ignored it and threw it as far as he could. It flew over the trees and far away from their precious food stock. They continued throwing rats until they couldn't find any more. After they had finished Santana crumbled to the floor panting heavily. Mike felt fine as he checked over their supplies. Most of it had been eaten but they still had one bag of chips, two bottles of water and all the booze.

"What are we supposed to do now?" He muttered partly to himself.
"Starve or find other food." Santana sounds utterly defeated when she muttered those words. Mike nodded and decided to put the little remaining food inside his own suitcase. He began to pace in the middle of the camp beside their now burnt out fire.

"We should find better shelter then worry about the food." He said as he came up with an idea. He ripped open Arties suitcase and pulled out the Taser. He then shoved it into his pocket and motioned for the Latina to stand up.

"Go wake up Finn and you two can guard the camp; I'm going to find better shelter." He ordered her, turning to face the city that never sleeps. He heard her slowly walking towards Finn and he began his journey into the city.
"Wait!" He heard behind him and he turned around. He saw Santana standing on the edge of their camp holding a water bottle. "You're gonna need this."

She threw the water bottle at him and he caught it in his hand. "Thanks" He called and turned again, water bottle in hand. He heard her walking away and knew there was no turning back now, so he began his dangerous journey into what had previously been New York.

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He had been walking for quite a while now and all he could see was rubble, everywhere. He also saw quite a number of dead bodies, from small children to adults. He had been trying to ignore them and the smell as he looked for good shelter. He turned down another street making sure to drop another rock in the middle of the street so he wouldn't get lost.

As he walked he looked at all the buildings, looking for one that seemed safe. Finally he found a building that showed promise. It was a three story office looking building that didn't seem to be damaged greatly. It was a grey color and had a few windows; well they used to be windows, now they were just holes with broken glass. The door hadn't been completely blown off its hinges which was a good sign. Mike took out the Taser as he slowly approached the building.

"Hello, is anyone there?" He shouted as he opened the door. The echoes of his own voice were the only answer he received. The front room looked like it had been a waiting room for a medical clinic of sorts. There were no dead bodies, which means the store/clinic might have closed.

Mike nodded to himself "this place looks good so far." There was a bunch of comfy looking chairs that weren't too damaged, a desk-which was cluttered with papers-, and glass scattered all over the floor. He'd have to clean up before he got back to tell Santana about this place. There was a door on the opposite wall that looked like it used to be light brown; it was now black and charred.

He stepped lightly across the floor until he reached the door then he slowly opened it and looked inside. It looked like a doctor's office, with one of their special beds in the center. Something about the entire broken doctor's equipment, the smell and the light was creeping him out. He flipped the light switch to no avail while sighing. It wasn't too dark and as he looked around he couldn't find anything dangerous. So he shut the door and decided the front room would be big enough.

Then he remembered that there were three stories but he couldn't find the stairs. He walked outside and saw the stairs on the left side of the building. He decided against going up the stairs as he took a swig of his water bottle. It looked way to dangerous and he didn't want to die out here alone. Before setting off towards the camp he wanted to clean up the room where they would be staying. He set his water bottle and the Taser on one of the chairs and began picking up the big pieces of glass from the ground. He began placing them in a pile outside before he realized he didn't have to and settled for throwing them out the already broken window. After a while the huge glass shards had been picked up and he just needed a broom to get the smaller ones.

Luckily he found a small broom beside the desk and the mess was soon cleaned. He drank the last of the water and threw the bottle down the street; it was too late to be worrying about global warming for now. He picked up the taser again and closed the door behind him. He didn't want to waste any more time so he set off running towards their camp, the rocks he dropped earlier helping him along the way.

Things might actually turn out ok.

Hope you liked it. This chapter actually took me a bit longer to write since I was distracted by Scrubs (love that show). I'll try to update every week but my schedules a little tight. I am determined to finish this though!

Until next time!~