Warning: Character death.

Columbus, Ohio

"I can't believe they actually left you." Finn breathes, defeated. He plops down on the ground, never having felt this kind of disloyalty and it wasn't even his group that left him .

"I understand that they did. We have rules, and it's kept us alive this far. I know them though. Jake, he'll send a team back." It's surprising to them how unconcerned Mr. Schue looks. He strolls down the isles of the sporting goods store like it's just another day of shopping.

"How can you be so calm?" Sam asks him, irritated. Will shrugs getting a better look at the isle of guns.

"I have to get back to Brittany!" Sam yells, frustrated. Mike is quick to try and shush him.

"Theres nothing we can do right now but sit tight." Will tells them, hopping over a counter. "My group, they don't trust easily, so we'll have to prove that you're on their side." Will has no doubt that they will make it back to camp somehow.

"We'll take back these weapons. Daryl, he'll love this crossbow, he's been trying to work some kinks out of his. Plenty of arrows and guns to spare. Let's get a bag together. This will be sure to win them over." Will says conversationally. Finn is about to open his mouth to tell him they have more supplies back in the RV when Tina stomps on his foot and gives him a stern look.

"How can you even act like this right now?" Tina asks him, her tone cold.

Will is playing around with the crossbow, unsure of how to use it when Tina asks this. He sets it down on a glass display case and turns to face Tina slowly. His face is somber.

"Emma was with me, trying to get to you guys. I lost her. I - I need to keep my mind off of her." His voice shakes as he expresses this. Tears spring to Tina's eyes at the revelation. Mike wraps his arms around her so she can cry into his chest.

"So yeah, Daryl will like this. Maggie needs ammo for her gun, but I'm not sure what kind her gun needs."

Just then a guttural scream rips through the city. A man, that much was for sure. Everyone stands to their feet, wondering where the horrible noise was coming form. The yelling doesn't stop, whatever is happening to this man, sounds painful.

"We have to help him!" Finn insists, getting to his feet.

"Finn we can't." Will starts. Finn shoots the man the dirtiest look he has ever received from anyone. And coming from Finn that means a lot.

"We are not like your group Mr. Schue. Someone needs our help, and we help them. No questions asked." Sam is also getting all his gear together. He takes what Mr. Schue says to heart, strapping the crossbow over his back. If he isn't going to give it to this Daryl guy, then it'll be good for him.

"How have you stayed alive for this long?" Will asks them, in awe of the teenagers.

"We aren't stupid about it." Sam spits back.

"You're not smart about it either. Gun shots attract them." Will lets them know. They all look down sheepishly at their guns. Sam has no idea how to use a crossbow or else he would just use the one he is carrying. He makes sure to grab extra arrows just in case he figures out how to use it.

"It could be one of your guys." Mike tries to convince Will. This seems to stir something in him. He sighs, not liking the idea, but he is not going to get left behind again.

"We were in a pharmacy a few blocks down. I'll lead the way. But you guys need to grab stuff other than guns. Only use them as a last resort." Everyone looks around the room, finding a new weapon for themselves.

Once everyone is ready they open the door they came in through. Walkers turn their heads in the direction of the group, attracted to the noise. They are headed their way.

They make it 5 blocks when the screaming suddenly stops. They aren't loud enough for them to hear it, at least. Which is a problem, because if they can't hear them then neither can the walkers. And now they no longer have a distraction.

They keep calm, and make it another block and half before shit becomes real. No one is taking pause from whacking at the heads of the undead. All that can be heard are the grunts of effort and the sound of items hitting against flesh. They make it another 2 blocks like this, before things get out of hand. The pharmacy is just up ahead, but there is no way they will ever be able to reach it from this street, Zombies are hoarded together.

"We'll have to cut through the back!" Will instructs, waving his arms wildly. They have all heard him. Finn suddenly raises his gun at the man, and for a second Will thinks he might die at the hands of his favorite student.

"Watch out!" Finn orders, but it's too late a walker has already lunged for Wills neck as if it were a vampire instead of a zombie. Will lets out a horrifying scream. Finn is able to shoot the walker, but it's too late. Will continues to walk towards his students, but he realizes that he will not make it.

"I'm proud of you all." Are Will Schuester's last words before he turns around and runs directly at the walkers, causing enough of a distraction to get his New Directions to safety. Finn looks like he might go after the man that was like a father to him, but he will not let Mr. Schuester's last action be in vain. It's time to pull out the big guns, literally.

Finn doesn't hesitate to use his gun as he clears his way through the street. Everyone follows his lead, spraying bullets everywhere. They do it dangerously and carelessly, none of them having had any training before.

By some miracle this particular fraction of New Directions makes it to the pharmacy. They look around in wonder, momentarily distracted by the loss of Will.

"Brittany, we're comin'." Sam utters to himself, a huge grin plasters his face as he takes in all of the medical supplies.

What Sam doesn't know is that Brittany and Mercedes will be spending one night alone before the group makes it back to them.

Just outside of Columbus, Ohio.

Rachel stands frozen still. Her eyes glued to the ones just a few paces away. She is unsure what to do. How to react. Her mind is a big empty !

She had been watching with a smile on her face as the group greeted their friends and family. She had been overtaken with a sudden sadness that she will never feel the way some of these people are feeling. She watches as one man lifts his child into his arms and kisses his wife. She admires Marley throwing herself into a blonde womans arms. She takes in the view of Jake, Noah's long lost brother, hug it out with a tall awkward guy that reminds her of Finn.

Her breath caaught in her throat when she saw Blaine emerge from the vehicle. I mean Blaine Anderson, the love of Kurt's life was alive and well. The warbler had somehow managed to stay alive holed up in the McKinley theatre. Then had survived the chaos in Columbus. And hitched a ride with the group that they had just arrived at. What were the odds?

Kurt reacted instantly, running right for Blaine. Blaine's eyes lit up when he realized it was Kurt that had run into his arms. An overwhelming jealousy coursed through her veins. Rachel felt awful for even feeling a little jealous. She knew it was wrong, and she knew it was a happy moment. All she wanted to do was break down in cry. Blaine pulled Kurt in for a passionate kiss. And tears were shed, but Rachel knew they were the good kind. The happy kind.

When she stepped out of the truck. She stopped short at the sight of Rachel. And all Rachel could think was this is some kind of cosmic joke.

"Rachel." Quinn whisperedd her name like a prayer. In that instant everyone is thankful for the shared intuition Rachel and Puck seem to share. If he hadn't caught Rachel's finger twitch for her gun, who knows what would have happened.

"Rach stop!" Puck lunged at Rachel before Rachel could get her gun free from it's holster. "It's her. It's really her." Rachel fights off Puck. He places the gun in the waist of his jeans and tries to pull her away from the crowd. Hoping to get her to see reason.

And it really looked like Rachel was going to walk away with him, but she spun out of his grasp suddenly And removed Jake's gun from his waist line and aimed it right for Quinn. Now their eyes locked. Quinn should seem frightened, but she looks at Rachel intently, calmly.

All Rachel sees is Quinn's hazel eyes. Her vision locks onto her target. She is vaguely aware of people yelling at her, waving their arms at her, but no one intervenes. Just in case it sets her off.

The gun rattles in her hand. She shakily aims it at the impostor. The dead who has stolen Quinn's face.

"You're dead." Rachel finally breaks her silence to direct her words at the blonde. Quinn smiles slightly at the words.

"Not yet." Quinn responds. She takes a slow step towards Rachel.

"You're paralyzed." Rachel argues in a hoarse whisper.

"Supposed to be." Quinn tells her taking another step forward, disproving her hypothesis.

"Quinn?" Tears stream down her face as Quinn takes that final step, causing the barrel of Jake's gun to press firmly against her forehead. Quinn tentatively reaches her hands up to take the gun from Rachel's grasp. She is surprised at how easy it is to pull it free and hand it off to whoever is closest. She isn't sure who takes it because her eyes are locked on the brown ones in front of her.

"It's really you." Rachel breathes brokenly.

"It is." Quinn assures her. And that is all Rachel needs to hear to throw herself into Quinn's arms and sob into her neck.

"I'm here Rachel. I'm here." Quinn whispers to her, holding her tight. Rachel pulls away, laughing a watery laugh and looking at Quinn.

"You idiot." Rachel laughs pressing a kiss to Quinn's forehead. "You almost let me shoot you." She presses another kiss to her cheek. "You stupid, stupid girl." Rachel peppers Quinn's face with kisses until finally, she pauses and stares longingly at her lips.

"I'm the idiot? You're the idiot who drew the gun on me. I mean-" Quinn's argument is silenced by Rachel's lips being pressed against hers.

"Is it just me or this group extremely gay?" Quinn hears Kitty comment, but she really doesn't care at the moment. Because the lips she has been dreaming about since she turned 15 are pressed firmly against hers. Moving languidly and passionately.

"Just wait until Santana finds her girlfriend." Puck comments, but Rachel can hear the happiness in his voice. His partner has finally found her girl.

"Maybe Paul's right, maybe it is contagious." Dave jokes, getting a few laughs.

The girls finally pull apart. They stare right into each others eyes, hoping to know what the other is thinking.

"Gag, save the moon eyes for later." Santana teases, there is a slight strain to her voice. She is happy, but all of this love is making her miss Brittany. Rachel turns around, but her arm stays firmly around Quinn's waist, not willing to let her go now that she has gotten her back.

"See buddy, Rachel was never going to hurt her." Blaine tells Joey. Rachel looks down at the dog with curiosity, she vaguely remembers hearing growling when she pointed the gun at Quinn, it must have come from that guy. Joey makes his way over to Quinn, his tail wagging once again.

"I found your dog." Quinn tells Rachel, happy to wrap her arm around the petite brunette as well. Rachel turns to look at Quinn, confused.

"I don't have a dog." Rachel lets her know.

"Oh, well I found a dog." Quinn tells her with a laugh. Rachel looks at Quinn enamored by her adorable nature, not being able to resist she presses a kiss to her cheek.

"Why did you think he was mine?" Rachel gets down to eye level to pet Joey.

Everyone else has seemed to have dispersed. Well everyone but the McKinley students. Even Dave has stayed behind.

"I found him on your front porch. He kind of saved my life a couple of times." Rachel smiles down at the dog, murmuring adorations at him. Joey seems to have taken a liking to her. Though to be fair, anyone that calls him a 'handsome good boy' in a baby voice gets his love.

"Hey Jake, do you mind if we set up camp with you guys for tonight?" Puck calls out to his brother, who is sitting outside his tent animatedly talking to Ryder, Kitty, and Marley.

"Bro, you are welcome to stay as long as you'd like." Jake lets him know.

"We have some camping gear. I think we have 3 tents." Puck tells them.

"Quinn Santana and I can-" Santana cuts off Rachel before she can finish.

"No thanks Rach. Bunking with Blaine and Kurt would be bad, because they have months of time to make up for. But you guys? You have years to make up for." Santana shutters and pats Puck on the back.

"I'll be bunking with Puckasaurus here." Puck grins over at Santana, not a trace of his usual pervy comment.

"I'll miss sleeping with you Rach." Oh, there it is. Quinn whips her head to glare at Puck.

"3 minutes and she's already jealous." Puck teases, earning himself a high five from Santana.

"Before you guys get too comfortable..." Dave cuts into the happy reunion. He had been smiling, happy to see so much love, but reality needed to be brought in.

"It's about you were hiding back at Columbus isn't it?" Blaine asks, all attention is on Dave now.

"I couldn't tell you guys back there because things were bad and we just needed to get out of there. I need you to understand that. It was for the good of the group. If I told you. We would have never gotten out alive." Dave tries to explain his reasoning.

"Whatever it is Dave, I appreciate it." Rachel tells him honestly, this seems to give him some courage.

"The reason the city was so crazy was because people came into the city. Shootin up their guns." Puck looks confused as to why this is relevant.

"Idiots." He mutters.

"These people were Finn, Tina, Mike, and Sam." The group is stunned into silence. Rachel hides her face in Quinn's neck at the news. Santana is the one who reacts, instantly reaching for Dave's collar.

"Did you see Brittany?" She asks urgently. Her tone is pleading, begging him to say yes. It's the look in his eye that has Santana sobbing. Quinn is about to reach over to console her best friend when Kurt is the one who does it.

"I didn't. I'm sorry." Dave tells her "And theres more."

"What else could possibly be wrong?" Kurt questions, holding onto the sobbing Santana.

"Mr. Schue and were apart of our group. When they saw Finn and the gang, they went after them." Quinn feels Rachel's tears against her skin.

"We have to go." Puck is already grabbing all of his gear, ready for a fight. Jake overhears him and stands up, his friends following.

"Woah Puck, slow down. Where are you going?" Jake places a hand on his brother.

"Our people are in Columbus. We have to get them." Puck roughly removes himself from his brothers grasp. The whole McKinley gang is getting ready for the fight.

"Kitty was just letting me know what went down- you have to wait." Puck turns around angrily to look at his brother.

"You don't understand. They are my family." Puck tells him urgently.

"I do understand Puck. You have to be logical about this. It's going to be dark soon. Columbus is dangerous enough in the daylight. Let the city calm down for the night. Will knew about the contingency plan. He would tell them to stay holed up until help came. And that's what we're going to do. We'll wait for Daryl, Paul's brother, and get a team over there." Quinn holds onto Rachel for a second before volunteering herself.

"I'll go." Rachel snaps her head up to look at her.

"Are you crazy?" Quinn smiles sadly at the girl.

"I'm the one who tied up at that man to the roof. I need to get him out of there. Plus it's- they're our family." Quinn explains.

"I'm going too." Dave volunteers. "I'm the one who dropped the key."

"I'm going. Finn is my best friend. And Sam and Mike and Tina. I need to get them." Puck tells them.

"In that case I'm going too." Rachel volunteers. Both Puck and Quinn want to argue.

"You stay if you want Quinn, but if Puck goes: I go. We work well together in those situations." Even Puck can't argue with the logic.

"If there is even a slight possibility Britt is there then I'm going." Santana tells them, now that she has composed herself. Blaine and Kurt about to volunteer themselves when Santana and Quinn stop them.

"Sorry Porcelain, I'm riding solo on this one." Kurt looks like he wants to object, but he knows it's futile with Santana.

"Yeah me too Blaine. I need to know you're safe and I need you to watch out for Joey." Blaine looks irritated, but he too knows he won't win against Quinn.

"I guess it's settled. You guys wait for Daryl in the morning. Then you go get your people."

Night falls upon them quickly and three more tents are set up at camp. 2 of them a little further than comfortable with Jake, but he understands these couple need privacy.

It had all started with a murmured.

"What are we doing?" from Quinn.

"Making up for lost time." Rachel whispered against Quinn's lips, just as they were done setting up the tent. Joey loyally keeping look out for them.

"Is this too fast?" Quinn questioned as they were headed for the entrance of the small tent, sleeping bags and quilts already set up inside.

"It's the end of the world Quinn." Rachel complained. "And I think I've been in love with you for years." Rachel confessed. Quinn's eyes widen.

"I think I have been in love with you for a long time now too." Quinn told her.

"I've never... with a girl." Since they're being honest, right? Quinn figured.

"Me neither." Rachel told her.

Now Rachel was lying on top of Quinn, completely bare. Quinn tracing lazy circles on Rachel's lower back. Even if it wasn't freezing outside, they would be sharing a sleeping bag like they were now. Rachel absently places a kiss on Quinn's chest.

"I would have anticipated the end of the world before this." Rachel confesses, Quinn chuckles at this.

"Looks like you got both." Rachel adjusts herself so she can press a kiss to Quinn's lips.

"Did you mean it? When you said you have loved me for years, or were you just saying it because I said it?" Rachel questions the blonde. Quinn presses a passionate kiss to Rachel's lips and pulls away.

"I meant it. Did you?" Quinn has to be sure. Rachel nods and presses her lips to Quinn's again. She'll never grow tired of that. Of Quinn's lips. Of Quinn's taste.

"As much as I love being Naked with you, I do." Rachel assures Quinn. Quinn laughs at this.

"We should put on some clothes and get some rest?" Quinn guesses. Rachel nods at this.

"It's cold and we need some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day. Besides I think Joey is still outside and he's got to be cold." Quinn smiles at the caring nature that is Rachel Berry.

Sure enough, Joey is loyally watching out for them. And as soon as he's beckoned inside the tent, he falls asleep at their feet. Though they are now fully clothed, their limbs are still tangled together in a loving embrace.

Columbus, Ohio City Limits

Mercedes had never felt so terrified. Brittany's erratic breathing was only getting worse and none of her group was back yet. The RV was consumed by darkness. A fact that could easily change, but she was too afraid to turn on a light, just in case she was spotted.

"Something is very wrong, Britt." Mercedes tells her friend, though she had long since stopped responding. She had barely been lucid all day. She was unconscious more often than not.

"I'll give them until morning. If they don't come by then, I'm following where I think that car alarm was headed." She was trying to convince herself. Talking herself into leaving.

If she had lost Sam, Tina, Finn, and Mike then she sure as hell wasn't losing Britt too.

Hello lovelies,

I know I said I wouldn't upload a chapter until Monday because of HPOE, but this story has inspired me. And I am stuck on my other one.

Some of you Brittanna fans are hardcore! Do not fear. Brittanna next chapter. TWD tomorrow, so expect another update from pure inspiration.

Just to clear things up Quinn is not the equivalent of Rick Grimes and Rachel is not Laurie Grimes. This is just Glee with some Walking Dead plot points.

Hope y'all enjoyed it! Let me know what you think- A

PS-Any TWD characters you would like to see in this fic?

PPS-I bet I make you nervous whenever you see the warning of a character death at the beginning of the chapter, don't I?