Warning: Character death.


Columbus, Ohio

Will and Emma run down the street, calling out for their students, but through all the chaos, no one can be heard.

They see them just ahead, and Will knows that it really is the worst mistake he has ever made. The only weapon he has is crowbar. Emma wouldn't be able to swing anything even if she had a weapon to use.

"We're not going to make it." Emma tells Will hysterically. Will squeezes her hand tightly, hoping to find a store to sneak into. That's when he sees his students disappear into an an alley.

"Just a little further!" Will yells, striking a walker across the face. Three more seem to appear in it's place.

"WILL!" Emma screeches just as a walker rips into her. It's hand tearing a chunk of flesh right off her back. Will stabs the crowbar through the walkers eye, but it's too late. Emma falls to the ground in pain.

"Go Will! Go!" Emma sobs, pushing him away. Will looks down at her helplessly, not sure what to do, Walker's are closing in on them.

"Will, I love you. GO!" Emma screeches. Tears stream down both of their faces, if he is going to make a decision he has to make it now.

"I love you." Will sobs, pressing a messy kiss to her lips. He pulls away and runs, taking down as many Zombies as he can. He makes it into the alleyway and finds a door that has been shot at. He begins slamming at the door with the crowbar.

"Guys! It's me! Open up!" He's making too much noise and he knows it, but this is his last chance.

There is some rattling and then the door swings open.

"Mr. Schue?"


Columbus, Ohio

Quinn scrambles forward to reach for the walkie talkie.

"Hello?" Quinn answers back, not sure if she just made up the whole thing in her mind.

"Yeah you, what the hell were you thinking?" The female voice calls back.

Even through the tank the unmistakable screams of a woman dying is heard. Quinn has to make sure it isn't the mysterious voice from the walkie talkie.

"You still there?" Quinn radios back, but they are met with static.

"Was that her?" Blaine asks after a minute of silence.

"Are you ok?" Quinn questions, trying again.

"You're the one in a tank surrounded by walkers and you're asking me if I'm ok?" The voice questions in a thick voice.

"What was that?" Quinn asks, ignoring the sarcasm.

"It was- She was one of my people." There is another brief moment of silence.

"Look. The walkers were distracted by her screams. They're moving away from the tank now. You have about 30 seconds to make a run for it. There is an alleyway to your left, crawl under the hostess truck and I'll be waiting by the fence." The voice clicks out.

"Wait, what's you're name?" Quinn asks.

"Are you kidding me? Did you hear me? 30 seconds." Quinn drops the radio and her and Blaine are on their feet in a second.

"I'll go first. I have the gun. Then hand me Joey." Quinn instructs, Blaine is quick to agree. Quinn reaches up and opens up the hatch, pulling herself through. No walkers have climbed on top of the tank, so it's clear.

"Alright, hand him over." Quinn reaches her arms into the tank. Blaine heaves the dog up into Quinn's waiting arms.

"Alright Joey, follow me, ok?" Quinn tells the dog, and she really hopes he understands because there is no second chances at this.

"Alright, lets go." Blaine tells Quinn once he is out of the Tank. They both hop off the tank, Joey right at their heels. Quinn realizes that noise seems to draw zombies near, so she puts her gun away.

"Blaine, I can't use my gun." Blaine nods, he too realized the sound of gunshots draws them. He swings his ax a total of three times before they make it to the hostess truck they have to crawl under.

"Right here!" A blonde beckons them to the fence, opening the gate. Joey waits for Blaine and Quinn to enter before following them.

"This way!" The blonde calls, something about her reminds Quinn of herself. This particular alleyway holds a few zombies and down the opposite way isn't blockaded like it is on this end. They don't have much time.

She leads them to a ladder that reaches to the top of a ledge. It's some form of fire exit. Blaine is instantly handing over his backpack and ax to Quinn so he can carry Joey. The ladder has no protection, if they are to slip, they will fall to their death. Yet Blaine doesn't hesitate to carry the dog.

"Bright side? It's the fall that kills us." The girl tells them once they are halfway up the ladder. A group of Zombies awaits them at the bottom. "I'm a glass half full kind of girl." Quinn can't help but chuckle at the statement. As far as bright sides go, dying from a fall is way better than from the undead below.

They enter a stairwell. Blaine sets Joey down once inside.

"You didn't have to help us." Blaine notes, he's not saying it in malice, it's grateful and questioning.

"Yeah well... I let two of my people go without helping them. Trying to redeem myself and what not." The girl is trying to sound nonchalant but guilt drips from her voice.

"We were a lost cause. You could have just left us there. Why did you help us?" Quinn persists.

"Karma, I guess. like pre Karma. If i'm ever in a shit storm I'd want someone to help me out." The girl, younger than Quinn, sounds so tired that Quinn doesn't ask her any more questions.

"Thank you." Quinn says instead. The girl shrugs, reaching the main level of the building.

"Yeah whatever." The girl mutters. Joey trots down ahead of Kitty, walking down the isles of the pharmacy.

"Quinn?" A familiar voice calls down one of the isles. "Blaine?" Both of them turn their faces to the voice.

"Dave?" Blaine's face breaks out into a smile.

"Karofsky?" Quinn calls out at the same time as Blaine.

"Y'all know each other?" A man asks in a southern drawl. Quinn turns to the man, his eyes gaze over her appreciatively. Joey crouches in front of this man, growling at him. Sensing his predatory gaze on Quinn.

"Get that filthy mut-" The man lifts his foot to kick at Joey, but Quinn instantly draws her gun and aims it at him.

"I dare you." Quinn grits out. The man raises his hands in surrender.

"We got ourselves a feisty one." The man says in a smug tone. Quinn is vaguely aware of a gun drawn at her back.

"Put the gun down Maggie. He was going to kick her dog." A man says, appearing from a different isle. The gun is lowered.

Blaine and Quinn look around, surprised by how many people they are suddenly surrounded by. Actual living, breathing people.

"No one cares if they point a gun in Paul's face." Dave grunts. Paul immediately steps up.

"What'd you say, faggot?" Dave rolls his eyes. A lot has changed since high school. Back then he would have blown a gasket to retaliate in some way.

"Shut your white trash mouth Paul. Or I'll let her shoot you." Dave places a calming hand on Quinn's shoulder, she lowers her gun.

"How the hell are we going to get out of here now?" Another boy asks.

"Kitty will figure it out." The man who asked Maggie put down her gun assures.

"No-They caused this!" The boy curses angrily, pointing at Quinn and Blaine.

"Jesus Ryder, calm down." The blonde girl who saved them mutters.

Walkers begin thrashing at the front doors. The glass creaks under the weight but doesn't break. Not yet at least.

"It wasn't even them it was-" Maggie begins but Dave shakes his head, cutting her off. It doesn't go unnoticed, but Blaine and Quinn decide to let it go.

"I have to go check out the roof." The blonde mutters, everyone follows her up the stair well. Joey climbs up the stairs ahead of them. It's quite a few flights of stairs. Quinn is winded by the time she hears Joey bark twice.

"It's clear." Blaine translates for the dog.

"Smart dog." Maggie compliments as they reach the door to the rooftop. "Sorry, didn't introduce myself. I'm Maggie." The woman reaches out her hand to Quinn.

"I'm Quinn, this is Blaine." Quinn introduces Blaine. He takes her hand politely. Joey makes his way over to them.

"And this is Joey." Quinn pets the top of the dogs head affectionately. Maggie gets down to his level and appreciates the dog completely.

"This is Jim, Ryder, Paul, Kitty, and it seems you already know Dave." Maggie introduces, they each nod their heads respectively.

"Yeah we went to high school with Dave." Blaine explains, it seems Maggie is about to open her mouth yet again, but Dave stops her.

"How does it look?" The boy, Ryder, asks Kitty. She's using a pair of binoculars to scope out the street.

"We're screwed." Kitty mutters handing over the binoculars to Ryder.

"I say we send the faggot out as bait then we make a run for it." Paul suggests. Quinn cringes, thinking he is talking about her or Blaine, but he's looking right at Dave.

"Shut up Paul." Maggie spits. Paul looks around in rage, not one person willing to jump in to defend him.

"How about you pretty, what do you think?" Paul asks Quinn. She walks over to Ryder and Kitty trying to get a good look as well. "I think you're disgusting." Quinn holds out her hand for the binocular and to her surprise she is handed it.

"Aw c'mon now." He complains. Then realization seems to hit him. "Oh you're a rug muncher, aren't you?" Quinn ignores him, instead focusing the binoculars on a construction site.

"Listen you piece of inbred white trash-" Dave spits out, finally letting Paul's words get to him. Paul is quick though, he turns around and scoops Maggie's gun right out of her holster. He aims it right at Karofsky. Everyone begins to protest.

"Hey calm down!" Kitty bellows at Paul, but he aims the gun at her instead. Ryder steps in front of Kitty protectively.

"I've been wanting to beat your face in for a while now." Paul tells Dave. Dave has his hands up in surrender. Paul strikes him across the face with the gun, busting his lip right open. Joey growls at the fight, but doesn't intervene because of a stern look from Quinn.

Paul proceeds to beat Dave to the ground, no one being able to stop him. Maggie and Blaine try to jump in, but he points the gun right at them.

"Do something!" Kitty orders Quinn, she looks down at the gun at her hip. Quinn comes around behind Paul and whacks him right across the back of his head. He falls to the side groaning in pain.

Right next to his head is some sort of pipe with a chain locked to it. Quinn only thinks about it for a moment. "Blaine hand me one of the locks from the school." Blaine does as he's told, handing over the lock. Quinn wraps the chain tightly around his wrist, then locks it.

"The fuck are you doin pretty?" Everyone watches Quinn in awe, but she says nothing about the encounter, simply handing the key off to a bloodied Dave and pointing over to the construction site.

"There is a construction site a couple blocks down the road. They keep the keys to the vehicles on site, if we can make it there we can bring one of those supply trucks and bring it over to the loading dock and get everyone out of here."

"We wouldn't make it one block. They'll smell us." Kitty seems to like the idea except for that small bit.

"They can smell us?" Quinn questions.

"They smell dead, it's a pretty distinct smell. We don't." Jim pipes in.

"I have an idea. It's a bad one though." Quinn tells them, heading down the stairs.

"You're right, this is awful. This is bad." Kitty says in horror, two unmoving walkers at their feet. Everyone is dressed in protective gear. Quinn wears a plastic mask to cover her face. Blaine's ax in her hand.

"I'm going to hurl." Blaine comments looking green. Joey sits in the corner, eyeing the walkers, under strict orders from Quinn to stay put.

"Not yet." Quinn instructs. "They smell dead right?"

"Can't smell anymore dead, I suppose." Dave comments, he too wears a protective mask.

"You're sure you're with me Kitty?" It was agreed that Kitty knew the area the best and that it was Quinn's idea so they would be the ones risking their necks. Kitty though, looks a little more green than Blaine.

"Yeah yeah." She breathes.

"This is sick." Jim holds a machete in his hand.

"This is the only way." Quinn corrects. Both her and Kitty dressed in white medical robes, buttoned up tightly around them. Gloves cover their hands.

15 minutes later Quinn and Kitty are walking out of the back door, covered in Zombie guts. Intestines hanging loosely from their shoulder like a scarf. Joey's whining can be heard from beyond the door. Blaine had promised to take care of him when Quinn wouldn't let him go.

"This is crazy." Kitty whispers. Just as they pass a few of the walkers sniffing them. They lose interest and move on.

"Shut up." Quinn whispers back. They slowly make their way down the street, not drawing any attention to themselves.

"We're almost there." Quinn is pretending to not be scared, but inside she's trembling. Walking by these monsters. She too wants to throw up at the smell, but she needs to keep strong. She needs to get out of here alive. If she is able to find this group of people, than she knows she can find Rachel.

They are only a block away when a cloud appears overhead. Quinn curses god or whoever is up there watching, for making everything so difficult for her. She is so close. She had to literally tear a body apart and rub blood and guts all over herself to make it this far. Only to have God literally wash it away with rain.

"Shit shit shit." Kitty mumbles frantically. The gore slips off their robes and onto the ground. Zombies near them, being able to smell the vague scent of human masked by death.

"Run!" Quinn yells, taking out her gun and shooting down 2 zombies that are too close to Kitty for comfort.

They make a break for it. Quinn is thankful for Sue Sylvester when she reaches the gate and easily climbs over it. They shed the robes and the gloves and run off to find keys to a vehicle. Kitty is the one to find them, she tosses them over to Quinn.

Quinn turns on the supply truck and peels it out of the lot. Heading the opposite direction of the pharmacy.

"Where are we going?" Kitty screeches "We have to go back!"

"We need a distraction." Quinn tells her calmly. She may be safe, but Blaine isn't. She still needs to make sure he makes it out alive. Then she'll be able to breathe. She stops in front of a Chevy Camaro and breaks the window, opening the car. The cars alarm goes off loudly.

"You can hot-wire a car?" Kitty asks in a tone of surprise. Quinn can understand this, she does look like a goodie two shoe. Santana taught her this trick.

"Take this car the opposite way, lead as many as you can away. I'll go pick them up. We'll meet up outside of Columbus on I-70."

"How do I know you won't just leave them there?" Kitty asks, untrusting of Quinn.

"A girl never leaves behind her gay best friend and her dog behind." Is all Quinn says before getting back into the truck. "I want this back." Quinn tosses her gun to Kitty. Quinn is able to close her window. Kitty's is broken. This will serve as a bit of protection.

Kitty gets into her car and drives off in the opposite direction. Quinn heads towards the pharmacy at full speed. She's at the pharmacy in seconds, reversing the truck into the loading dock. The back is opened up and Joey scampers in, licking at Quinn's face. Normally she would stop to enjoy the love, but Quinn can't stop to think.

"Everyone in?" Quinn yells back, turning her head to look. She counts heads but one is missing.

"GO!" Ryder orders, Quinn doesn't hesitate to peel out. Blaine is already climbing into the front seat, that's all that matters.

It isn't until they get out of the city limits that any of them feels like they can breathe. Kitty never stops at the city line, instead she honks her horn to indicate for them to keep on going.

"I dropped the key." Dave says, breaking the silence. Someone pats him on the shoulder.

"It's ok. We're going home." Ryder tells them.


Outskirts of Columbus, Ohio.

"Squirt guns? Really kid, Squirt guns? I was about to blow your brains out!" Puck can't help but laugh at the younger boys tactic. "I thought you guys were some type of gang!"

"That was the point." Jake laughs. They had been sitting around right outside Jake's tent discussing their tactics. Jake normally wouldn't, but upon finding out that him and Puck shared the same useless father and Marley and Rachel took vocal lessons before, together, they were easily accepted.

"You've got some guts, Jake!" Puck claps him on the back.

"You spray painted water guns to look like real guns. That's- genius actually." Santana compliments from next to Rachel.

"We've had looters come by before. We need to appear strong even if we aren't." Marley explains from Rachel's other side.

"As much as I love this whole family reunion you guys have going on right now. Blaine is headed for Columbus, and I need to stop him." Kurt says nervously.

"We had a group of us go into the city for a run." Aidan, the EMT tells them. "If your boy is there, they'll see him. Lets wait for them to come back before you guys do anything rash." The rest of their group had dispersed once they found out the new comers were friendlies.

Suddenly a loud noise echos of a car alarm start to boom all around.

"Don't shoot. It's us." A radio at Jakes side goes off.

"They're back!" Marley breathes a sigh of relief at the sound of her best friends voice. They all get to their feet to greet them.

A Camaro pulls into the front of the camp, making a lot of racket. Puck is quick to jump into action, asking the blonde to pop the hood. He pulls something from the car and the alarm shuts off.

"Where is everybody else?" Marley questions, sounding heart broken, but running into Kitty's arms regardless.

"They're right behind me. We ran into some trouble. Lost Emma and Will, but picked up two extras. Well 2 and a half kinda. You'll see. " Kitty explains, getting a hug from Jake. Kitty eyes the 4 new people.

"Looks like I'm not the only one with extras." Kitty says warily. Just as a supply truck pulls up behind the Camaro.

"That's them now. They saved us out there. So be nice." Kitty warns Jake, he is always cautious about new comers, but it seems these four are ok, so she isn't too worried about the extras she has brought.

"Hey guys, come out and meet the group!"


Columbus, Ohio

"We need to get out of here, Britt is waiting for us." Sam says desperately. He is glad to see Schue and all but that isn't his main concern. His main concern was lying in a bed in an RV with his girlfriend.

"We'll get out of here and take her back to my group. We have an EMT there. He'll be able to check her out." Will assures for the 5th time.

Just then a car alarm goes off loudly. The car then zooms past their street, taking the sound with it.

"What was that?" Tina asks, pressing her nose up against the glass, only to pull away when a Walker slams against it.

"I think that was my group leaving." Will tells them brokenly.

"They would leave you?" Finn questions in disbelief.

"They warned me they would. But I needed to get to you guys." The group looks around at each other sadly.

They finally found each other, but it seems they have lost all hope.


I don't know what is up with me! I just keep on writing.

I'll be updating my other story possibly tomorrow so expect an update for this maybe Monday or Tuesday.

Hope you all enjoyed it. Faberry reunion next. And possibly Brittanna as well, haven't decided yet.

Let me know what you think. -A