When I came to I felt my face smashed against something hard and cold. Something wet pressed against the back of my leg, then it felt like someone was stabbing me with a million tiny little needles.

"Fuck." I gasped. I tried to push myself up but a strong arm pulled me back down.

I turned my head and saw that her face was once against hidden behind the rim of the baseball cap. I saw the piles of bloody towels and pads next to her. There was also a giant sowing needle in the pile.

"What the fuck?!" I tried to push myself up again but this chick was way too strong.

She grabbed something from over her shoulder and gently pressed it against the back of my leg. I looked over to see her hands smoothing out the corners of a long bandaged.

There were a bunch of other, much smaller bandages covering the back of my legs.

Then I remembered standing in what had to be a pool of my own blood.

"Such a shame." I heard someone mutter.

I looked up to see Puck standing near the entrance. I looked around again and realized we were in the middle of Sheets-N-Things. I must have been lying on a table or checkout counter or something. I became suddenly aware that the only thing covering my bottom half was my underwear. I spotted my torn jeans hanging on a chair next to me.

"Hate to see legs this sexy look so mangled." He said.

Puck stepped forward and moved to run his hands over one of my legs. I slapped it away.

"They'll be fine." I said. I pushed myself up to a sitting position, ignoring the screaming pain just to shield myself from Puck's view.

I jumped down to my feet and stumbled as another wave of screaming pain hit me. She grabbed both my biceps to steady me.

"You should probably take it easy for a couple of days." Puck said. His tone had shifted from the playful to serious and that just annoyed me more.

"I'm fucking fine." I said. I grabbed my jeans and gently guided the fabric over my fresh banadages.

"Seriously," Puck grabbed my arm to stop me from falling forward. "Take it easy for a few days, we can handle it."

I let a scoff. "Yeah as you proved today."

I could feel Brittany's body almost pressed up against me. The head radiated off her body, it was intoxicating and distracting.

"Can you guys just give me some fucking space!?" They stood still as I stepped out into the mall.

I was completely overwhelmed by the sound, there were the chaotic bangs of hammers coming from all directions. People were shouting instructions to each other from opposite sides of the mall.

"Puck where the fuck are you?" Quinn ran past me screaming.

Puck pushed passed me and followed Quinn down the hall. I could hear the faint sounds of moans through the walls of wood that were being built.

It sounded like we were surrounded by the undead.

I felt Brittany's body press back up against me. It made me feel better this time. I couldn't be scared if she was already. It wasn't allowed.

I limped as fast as I could towards the direction Quinn had ran.

The Stock boy was there, he was using the wall for support since it seemed like he could barely stand. He was shouting something about support beams as Finn was hammering a 2x4 against the wood planks that were already there.

"Are the windows covered?" Quinn yelled.

I looked to see her standing in the threshold of Breadstix, she must have been talking to someone inside. They must have answered yes because Quinn responded with a grunt of approval.

"Finish that up and meet me by the back entrance. It's worse there." Quinn shot me a look as she brushed past. "Between all the shooting and glass breaking they're really riled up back there, it won't hold much longer."

I followed Quinn back towards the back of the store.

She wasn't kidding.

The security gate was already collapsing against the pressure of the undead bodies. The metal clanged against the beating of rotting body parts against it. The moans grew and echoed through the walls.

I knew just by the sounds that there had to be hundreds there now.

Fuck.

The group struggled against the metal, trying to push it back but their strength was no match for the pure volume of undead bodies. Brittany jumped forward and started pushing up against the gate too.

Not like it made much of a difference.

If they didn't do something they were going to lose this stupid fucking mall.

I spotted Artie in the far corner, he was still in the shopping cart with pieces of glass hanging from his hair. He was hovered over the buckets of supplies he had collected.

"Some fucking help you are." I said as I limped over to him.

He jumped at the sound of my voice but quickly recovered.

"Just the person I was wanting to see." He said without turning around. He pulled a can of Lloyd's Bee and Wasp Repellent from a bucket.

"Oh, really?" I said. I crossed my arms and watched him pull out a couple more aerosol cans from other buckets.

"Are you going to hold the Ozone Layer hostage?" I said.

"Not exactly." He said. He held his hand out over his shoulder. "Lighter please."

I couldn't help the smirk that crossed my face when I pulled the lighter and dropped it into the palm of his hand. He lit up a stream of the aerosol can in an impressive fireball.

"You know that just might work." I said.

He smiled. "Oh it will work."

I pulled Artie's shopping cart towards the metal and helped him out and to the floor. He set up the three other cans he had in front of him.

"Lift up the gate." He said.

The group just stared at him with the wide, confused eyes.

"Just lift up the fucking gate." I said.

"Not all the way." Artie amended when they still didn't move, just enough so I can peek under.

The group looked at Quinn for a fucking answer. She nodded. Puck and Finn lifted the ends of the grate and pulled it up a couple of inches.

Artie lit a stream and poked it under the grate. The smell of burning flesh was almost immediate. I grabbed another can and lit up the other side. It didn't take long for Quinn to follow with a can of her own, she covered the middle.

I'm not really sure what was more disturbing, the smell as the corpses caught fire and slowly burned or how they seemed to kept moving until they're bodies were completely in ashes.

It didn't matter though. Artie's idea was working. The pounding on the door slowed as the fire spread among to the entire horde. The growling continued for a long time after the aerosol cans were depleted but hours later the pounding stopped and all that seemed to be left was the smell.

"Awesome job, man." Puck pounded Artie roughly on the back before he pulled him back up into the shopping cart.

"Yes." Quinn said quickly. She wiped at the sweat on her brow with her sleeve. "Let's get the boards up." She barked to the group.

The rest of them groaned but slowly rose to their feet.

"We need to be prepared in case there are more out there." Quinn barked again.

I leaned back against the wall and pulled my cigarettes from my back pocket and felt around for my lighter.

"How are you feeling?"

A body slumped next to me, it held out my lighter as a peace offering. I took it and lit the cigarette before I closed my eyes to take a long drag.

"Just peachy." I said. I opened my eyes to see Stock Boy watching me.

He turned his gaze to watch the rest of the group work.

"Here, Sam." Mercedes crouched over to hand Stock Boy a bottle of water and some sort of bar. She smiled shyly when Stock Boy took the offering with a quick thanks.

Mercedes turned back to the group and started lifting the wood again.

"No, it's okay." I said even though she was out of earshot. "I didn't want anything."

Stock Boy took a long sloppy sip before he offered me the bottle.

"No thanks Sandra Bernhard." I said with a wave of my hand. "Who knows where that mouth has been?"

He shrugged and took another healthy sip.

"It's Sam actually." Stock Boy said. He offered a shaky hand.

I stared down at it.

"Santana doesn't introduce herself." Puck called as he hammered a couple of nails into a piece of plywood.

"Why?" Stock Boy asked Puck.

"What's the point of introductions if we're all going to die anyway?" I said.