When The Man Comes Around-Bad Moon

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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and alerts. Sorry for the Delay.

"Hope you got your things together. Hope you are quite prepared to die

Looks like we're in for nasty weather. One eye is takin for an eye.

Don't go around tonight. Well, it's bound to take your life.

There's a bad moon on the rise." Creedence Clearwater Revival

Lauren

Her parents were late. They left two hours ago, for a quick grocery run, and never returned. She tried their cells, no one answered, then the lines went completely dead and the lights went out, but not before she ordered dinner. She is worried and annoyed, not only is she starving, but the TV and Internet are out.

Sitting in front of the living room window, she keeps an eye out. Without the porch light, the Delivery guy might miss the house. Sighing, she sees the familiar light up sign, on top an old escort. Hurry up dude.

The boy pauses, half in the car half out. Checking his order list with the house number, gathering the two boxes he sees a blur of color, Something fast moves behind him, he stands straight and turns around. Shaking his head, he sees nothing in the darkness and begins to walk up the drive. Hit from behind, pizza boxes flying, he lands on the frozen ground. Hot searing pain, then black numbness, then he's dead the pizza piping hot on the ground beside him.

She watches detached, partially desensitised from today's culture, part because What the hell, this shit ain't real. Sliding to the ground from the couch, she waits, for what she don't know, Someone to tell me what's going on, my parents to come home. If I move, I might see that it's for real. The ticking of the clock the only sound she looks around the dark living room and at the clock. Thirty minutes have passed, knees stiff she moves from her spot. Crawling through the house, I don't want to look outside, and I don't want anything to see me. First she Checks the lock on the front door then the back, and ends up hiding behind the kitchen island. Now sitting in the dark, she listens. She hears screams and car doors slamming. People, some dead some alive howling in pain. Bang, Bang, Bang. Startled she jumps up.

Her neighbor Mrs Allen, is hitting the back door, "Please, someone open up, Hurry Please someone help me, Oh God hurry, their coming, Please."Hysterically She begins to cry. "No stay back, leave me alone, Oh God."

Lauren goes to the door, breathing hard, her hand sweaty on the knob as she turns it.

Mrs Allen looks up, hope in her eyes, "Oh Thank God Laur...Argh."

Lauren stands in the open door, while Mrs Allen disappears into a mass of wiggling arms, legs and snapping jaws. The feeding frenzy full on, something rolls out of the mass, looking down at her mothers welcome mat she sees Mrs Allen's head and screams, the mass of bodies stops moving. Looking back up, Lauren finds six pairs of black eyes staring back.

Quinn

The scream caught in her throat and her bruised body sore, she scoots back, away from the drooling monster. Hitting her shoulder on the car, she stops. With jerky motions the thing lurches forward. Towering over her it must be at least 6 feet tall. Ducking down, she rolls under the car. Her fear of what ever was under there forgotten. The thing howls in frustration and begins to beat on the car. Quinn cringes, looking around she's alone under the car but three more sets of shuffling feet are moving her way. She Army crawls to the front of the car, rolling to her back she reaches her hands up wrapping them around the damaged front bumper. She begins to pull herself up, a hand wraps around her ankle. Screaming she's dragged ruffly out from under the car. Dangling upside down, she looks up at the giant holding her. A drop of drool hitting her forehead she screams and sees a bright light.

McKinley

With a sigh, Dave slides down to the floor, knees bent. The unanswered question hangs in the air. Feeling Kurt's gaze boring holes through him, he refuses to look at him. Hell, Fancy couldn't this wait.

Kurt, "Well, I'm waiting."

Dave still turned to the lot, "I don't really know, Okay?"

Kurt his pitch rising, "You don't really know, you stole my first Kiss and you don't even know why you did it?"

Dave closes his eyes, "Can't we talk about this later." As in never.

Kurt, "In case you haven't noticed there might not be a later, so I would at least like some answers before I die."

Dave feels a pain in his chest at the thought of Kurt dead, "I did it because I wanted to,.. That a good enough answer."

Kurt snorts, "No, what about all the other crap, the death threat."

Dave, "I'm sorry okay, I was a major douche to you. I didn't mean the threat. I just freaked, after you and your prep friend ambushed me in public."

Kurt slides to the ground once again mirroring Dave, "I'm sorry about that, I guess it wasn't the brightest idea to approach you where others could hear."

Dave his voice ruff, "Don't apologize to me Kurt, I don't deserve it, I don't deserve anything."

Kurt knows the conversation is over, Dave is no longer thinking about him. He can see the pain in his eyes, and feels guilty for bringing it up, even if he deserves to know.

Tina and Azimio

Everything on the car shakes and the interior smells like pizza. Azimio leans close to the steering wheel, trying to see through the cracked windshield, the headlights yellowed with age are dim.

Azimio, "This car is a piece of shit."

Tina stares at the floorboard not wanting to watch the grim scenery, "Where are we going?"

Azimio, "I'm going after my parents, Their about two hours away in Angola." Glancing at Tina, "You wanna come with me?" Please say yes.

Tina biting her lip, "I don't want to be alone, so I guess yes. But can we drive past Puck's house, Mike was supposed to be there."

Azimio, "Sure, I'm going to go by Dave's too." The car sputters. Hell this shit box is gonna die. "Keep an eye out, we need to trade this one in for a newer model."

Dave

Dave is asleep, exhaustion finally winning over pain, I know I'm asleep, but his shivering body begins to sweat under the fluorescent lights of Target. Once again he walks beside his mother, inhaling her perfume, watching the small crinkles appear on the corners of her eyes when she turns to him and laughs. Wake up, Wake Up, Dammit time to wake the fuck up. His mind panics, knowing what comes next, he wont be able to stop it this time either. They were leaving the card aisle, Oh God stop, turn around. Dave tries to will his body to do what he wants but he can't. It feels surreal, like an out of body experience, his body is a Halloween mask and his sub conscious mind is looking through the holes.

Mom, "Okay honey, lets find your dad."

Walking towards the back of the store, Dave can feel the words passing over his lips even as he tries to hold them in, "You know he's in the hardware aisle." Please no, I can't do this again. Somebody wake me up.

His mom laughs, "I will never understand how a man can buy so many tools and never find the time to use ..." She stops mid sentence, the card and wrapping paper she's carrying, fall to the floor.

Dave bends down to retrieve them, the tone of his moms voice, causing his head to snap up.

Her voice off key, "Paul?" She moves past Dave, her steps quick but jerky, Her tone laced with denial, refusing what her brain is trying to connect "Paul, why are you on the floor Honey ?"

Dave watches, trapped inside his body he screams for her to run. At her feet, lays his father. Paul's unblinking eyes stare at nothing, body surrounded by a river of red. In his right hand, a blood covered hammer. Dave walks forward, now standing behind his mom, the damage is made clear, the left side of his neck gone. In shock Dave, falls to his knees beside his mother.

Something moans behind them.

Becky and Blaine

Blaine, " Can I come in there with you?"

Becky blinks, looking long and hard at the boy, He don't look sick. "Okay."

Blaine climbs in the van, sliding the door back and locking it. He sits in the middle seat while Becky stays in the back. Blaine notices her jacket, "You go to McKinley?"

Becky, "Yeah, my name is Becky."

Blaine, "I have some friends at McKinley. Do you know anybody in the Glee Club?"

Becky, "Yeah, coach say's they are inbreed mouth breathers." she giggles. "I don't really know what that means,. ... I like Finn." Darting a quick glance at Blaine, "Don't tell coach."

Blaine, having met Coach Sylvester, smiles, "Your secret is safe with me. How long have you been in here?"

Becky, "Not long," The warm Urine now cold she fidgets, uncomfortable, "Can you look away, I need to change clothes... I'm cold."

Blaine, "Sure." Turning around he crawls between the two front seats. The keys are on the drivers side mat. Watching out the windows everything seems quiet. He'd been walking for what seemed like forever, when he came across Becky. No one, I didn't see anyone else. Doing his best to keep panic at bay, he surveys their surroundings again. He notices the gaps in the cars around them. If this van will start we can get out, the emergency lane is open. If we have to the bank to the highway is not that steep, we can drive in the grass. Picking up the keys, he puts them in the ignition. He knows better than to start the car, so he pushes the key forward so he can check the gas reading. Breathing a sigh of relief when the needle raises to half a tank. Thank god, I don't think I can walk anymore, and some of those things are fast.

Becky, "I'm changed."

Blaine, "Hey Becky, I think we should try and get out of here. We can push a few of the cars out of our way then we'll be able to turn this van around."

Becky, "Okay, what you want me to do?"

Blaine, " Well, first off I'll turn the steering wheels in the direction we need, and then we can push them. Most important though, I need you to help me keep an eye out." For Zombies.

Becky, "For the sick people."

Blaine, "Yes Becky, the Sick people." Getting out of the car, he looks back at a hesitant Becky, "You ready to give it a go?"

Becky nods and climbs out to stand beside them. Their eyes scanning the dark they move to the nearest car beside them, a grey Taurus covered in red. Blaine opens the drivers side door, and turns the steering wheel, gagging at the sticky wet feeling of blood on his hands. Straightening back up, he wipes his hands on his pants. "Okay Becky, Now we push."

Three more vehicles later and there's enough room to maneuver.

Blaine, "Okay lets give it a try Becky."

Starting up the van, Damn that sounds loud. He begins the process of backing up and going forward, trying to work the van out of the confined space. Backing back up he throws the van in first again, and Becky taps his shoulder. "What?"

Becky, "You better hurry." She points out the side of the van, "Sick People." Blaine swallows hard, there are a lot of them, and they are moving fast.

Dave

He always thought people were joking about everything being in slow motion during a traumatic event, They weren't. Now in his dream state it's worse. His body turns toward the moan. Standing His Mother clutches the fabric of his jacket, balling it in her fist. One hand to her mouth. Coming towards them, dressed in a target uniform ,One arm missing and the flesh of one cheek brushing it's damaged neck, It's a Zombie had been my first thought, and like a dumb ass I scullied it. Screaming inside himself, "I can't do this again, please somebody wake me up, Please." Dave steps in front of his mom. The thing advances, lurching forward unbalanced, it grabs onto Dave's jacket. He's surprised by it's strength, and they fall to the ground, Dave on top. His mother screams, Dave looks over his shoulder to see his father getting to his feet. His euphoria is short lived. Still struggling with the mangled target worker, he watches his father rip his mothers throat out. Blood sprays and spurts covering the shelves and Dave. Her screams thick and filled with liquid.

Dave pushes away from the thing on the ground and Stands his knees wanting to buckle, his mother falls to the ground. He screams, "DAD." And Paul turns, black eyes his way. His mother lays convulsing on the ground, then she's still and Dave's blocked in. The worker behind him, his father in front of him, then he sees the hammer, The one his dad picked out. Running he baseball slides to the floor, palming the hammer he gets to his feet. His breath coming fast and painful he stands guard over his mother's body.

His father makes it to him first, Crying Dave swings, the hammer not only cracking bone, but part of Dave's sanity. He whimpers and his father drops now laying beside his mother. He just stands there and stares until the one armed worker grabs his arm. He swings again and again until nothing but a mushy pulp is left where it's head was. Finally he stops swinging, viewing the carnage around him he vomits, wiping his mouth he crawls over to his mom.

Dave his voice haggard and burned by stomach acid, "Mom, wake up, mom come on wake up, Please you got to be okay, mom." She twitches and her eyes open, Dave screams.

Kurt

The rest of their shift was passed in silence. Walking back into the choir room, Kurt watches Dave wake Leroy, and take his place beside Rachel on the mat. Even with his world crumbling around him, he finds the new found relationship between those two odd. Maybe not that odd. Then Rachel shivers and Dave takes off his jacket placing it over the sleeping girl. Okay odd. This was not his tormentor, not his bully, This was someone else, just another guy, a very hurt and scared guy. From his place beside Finn, Kurt stares through the darkness. He sees Dave eventually drift off to sleep, and over an hour later, when sleep refused to come for him, he witnesses Dave's entrance into nightmare land.

Quinn

Screaming she covers her eyes, the approaching lights blinding. Something hits her, and she's flying with a thud into the car. Dazed she struggles to stay lucid, then she hears shots fired close range. Her head bobs forward as she's dragged towards the lights. Who's shouting?

"Shoot that fucker Strando."

Strando, "We shouldn't waist bullets, and I hit that one with the car Jameson."

Jameson picks Quinn up and places her in the back seat of an old ford LTD. "Dude it's still twitching, get back in the car."

Strando is good with a gun, he's been dear hunting with his uncle since he was ten. He drops the last two closet to the car, "I want to check the cop car, might be more guns."

Jameson locks and shuts the back door, and climbs into the car. "Just hurry dude." leaning over the seat, "Hey Fabray you okay, hows your head you bounced it off the car." He reaches forward to brush her hair back and inspect her wound.

Quinn whimpers and pushes herself far into the seat, "Don't touch me."

Jameson pulls his hand back and really looks at her, the torn blouse and finger shaped bruises forming on her neck and legs. Fuck. Turning back around, the set of his lips grim, he sees Strando rummaging through the now open trunk of the cop car. Strando's upper half completely in the trunk, he doesn't see the giant lumbering towards him. Jameson lays on the horn but it's too late. The creature brings down the trunk lid hard with super strength Strando is cut in two.

Jameson stays frozen, not believing the horror in front of him, until the thing tears into it's food, growling as more Zombies appear, pieces of Strando pepper the car. Scrambling over to the drivers seat, Jameson throws the car in reverse. Oh God, that didn't just happen. Oh shit, Oh Shit, Oh Shit.

Dave

The black eyes staring up at him did not belong to his mother. No, No, NO. "Mom, what's going on? MOM." Twitching she sits up and Dave falls back, his ass hitting the hard floor he scoots away, but she keeps coming closer. "Mom, stay back, Mom, I know your still in there, we just need to get to a doctor, Mom." she begins to move faster, and then she has him down, pinned to the tile floor. Dave has to place his hands on the carnage of her neck, to keep her snapping mouth from getting him. Crying, "Please mom, I don't want to hurt you, Please." A shadow falls over him, Dave looks up to see more like his mother start to enter the aisle. Looking up at the woman who was laughing not even ten minutes ago he whispers, "I'm sorry mom." Taking one hand off her neck he brings the hammer down. Shoving her limp body off of him, he gets to his feet and runs.

His heart pumping, and sweat covering his body, Dave sits up. Looking around it takes him a second to figure out where he is. He sees others flopping around on the stiff mats, and the sounds of Rachel's snores, help his heart return to normal. Rubbing a hand over his face, he gets up taking his hammer with him, he leaves the room. Kurt follows.

Dave enters the men's room, and checks all the stalls just to be safe. He's washing his face when Kurt walks in. "You should be asleep Fancy."

Kurt, "Well I just wanted to check on you, looked like a pretty bad dream."

Dave, "The worst."

Kurt, "You want to talk about it? It might help."

Dave stops what he's doing and leans on the sink, his shoulders sagging. "I don't think anything will help this."

Kurt, "You can try and see."

Dave his voice gruff, "What are you Doctor Phil now? Or more like Oprah."

Kurt, " Don't be an ass Karofsky, it was just a suggestion."

Dave knows he wrong, but he's unable to keep himself from directing his pent up anger and hurt at Kurt, "Okay Fancy, you want me to talk about it, I just relived bashing my parents fuckin heads in." He stares at the shocked expression on Kurt's face, "What nothin, no suggestions to make me feel better about that. How about I give you a suggestion, don't fucking ask me any more questions." Kurt flees the room and Dave sits down on the floor, his back against the paper towel holder. Sighing, he allows himself two tears, then he dries his face, "This night just keeps getting better and better."