Authors Note: hey guys here is the next chapter. I got a bit of a block half way through but got there eventually. Please review I looooveee feedback.

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The panic in Mike's voice could not be mistaken for anything. The pure terror that sounded in his voice didn't go unheard even though I knew he was trying to hide it. I look down at a now soaking wet Rachel, her arms were around me and she just stared at the door with a terrified look on her face. I took her hands and pulled her out of the shower behind me and wrapped a towel around myself. I took her hand in my and we ran to the second floor balcony. What I saw made my heart sink. A giant herd of undead was almost at our gates. Rachel gasped beside me and I pulled her into my arms. I look around for any indication as to why they had come here. I see Sam below waving at me and pointing towards the gate. My eyes trail to where he was pointing then I see it. Those idiots followed us and lead an army of infected along with them. They were banging on the gate and screaming for us to let them in.

"Let them in!" I scream to Sam. He looked up to me and nodded. He, Santana and Mike all ran for the gate and pulled it open, letting them in and then closing the gates behind them.

"Rachel. Rachel, look at me," I said tilting her face to look at mine, "Listen carefully. Go get changed and quickly pack a small bag with some clothes and then come straight back to me and don't leave my side ok."

She nodded, "Okay." She ran off towards her room and I raced to mine. I put on my jeans and a singlet and the leather jacket over the top. I grabbed a back pack from the corner of my room and filled it with some clothes, ammo, first aid kit and a knife. I put it on my back and picked up my metal baseball bat from against the wall just as Rachel came into the room with a bag on her back and a look of worry in her eyes. I walked over and pulled her into my arms. "It will be okay," I tell her, nuzzling into her hair that carried her unforgettable strawberry scent. "I won't let anything happen to you I promise."

"I know," she said softly.

I took her hand in mine with a reassuring squeeze and ran downstairs to find everyone in a rush, packing things that would be crucial for survival beyond the safety of these walls. Rachel caught my attention and gestured towards the kitchen. With all this stress I forgot about food and water. "Good thinking," I tell her with a kiss on the forehead. We moved swiftly to the kitchen and pulled open a cupboard where we kept the tinned food. I grabbed three out and put them in my bag and then three into Rachel's. "Why are we putting food in our bags, Quinn?" she asked quietly.

"We can't carry them in our hands or in a box because we might need our hands free," I told her getting water out of the next cupboard and placing one in my bag and then the same again for Rachel. She nodded; I could tell she was scared and I wished I could do something to make this all better and make all the bad things go away for her. I pulled her into my arms again. "Be strong." She nodded.

"Quinn!" It was Puck running in from the living room.

"What's up?" I asked.

"We have the Jeep filled and we're ready to go," he told me, "Mike is getting the other car ready."

I nodded. "Who have you got with you?"

"Finn, Jesse, Brittany, Sebastian and myself." He looked uneasy and I could feel Rachel squirm beside me. "Sam and Santana are doubling on one of the bikes and Jake and Kitty are on the other one."

"We have no room for Marley."

"Leave her with us," I tell him and he nods and runs back out.

Second later a scared dirt covered girl walks into the room. She looked terrified. "Are you ok?" I ask.

"I'm fine," she nodded. "I'm just so sorry that we brought all those things here." I nod and am about to say something to comfort her when a panicked "Shit! Quick, we need to go!" came from outside, followed by a bang that was no doubt the gate giving way from the pressure of the undead. I grabbed Rachel's hand and ran from the room with Marley following close behind. We reached the door and I grabbed for the handle, but before I could get a hold it burst opened making all three of us jump backwards and three bodies burst inside. It was Blaine, Kurt and Mike, each one of them whiter than the other.

"What?" I ask. "What's wrong?"

"The car won't start," Blaine breathed.

"Fuck," was all I could say. We were locked in a house with who knows how many ungodly creatures out there doing everything in their power to get to us and to tear us limb from limb.

We all stood there, no one able to speak. We didn't know what we could do or where we could go. It wasn't long before the moans and the sounds of shuffling feet became louder and closer to our front door. I was surprised when I jumped when the first bang against the door came—I was prepared but it still caught me off guard. For once in this new life of mine I was lost for ideas, I didn't know where we could go, or if we could even get out of this house safely. It wouldn't take them long to find us once they were in the house and there was nowhere for us to go from the second story. I needed to think of something, anything to help save Rachel. She was not destined for this kind of death. She was destined for Broadway, and she will get there even if I have to throw myself in front of these undead bastards to get her there. Most of the windows on the ground floor have been boarded shut in case something like this ever happened. There was no way we could jump from the second floor without hurting ourselves. I turned and looked at my friends—no, family—and all I saw was fear. Mike stood to my left holding a baseball bat, letting it hang by his side in a way that told me he knew there was no hope. Rachel was to my right gripping onto my arm as tight as she could. I knew what she was feeling because I was feeling the same way. I didn't speak it, because I didn't want to have to say goodbye to the one amazing thing that has happened in this hopeless place. I look to Marley next, the newest member of our little family. Tears were streaming down her dirt covered face, leaving a clean trail behind. I felt bad for her, not being able to be with her friends, but being trapped in here instead. I sighed. No one should be left without comfort in a time like this. I pulled Rachel's hand off my arm and held it in my left hand. She gave me a strange look but soon realised what I was doing when I took a step closer to Marley and put my free arm around her shoulders. It wasn't a big gesture but I knew she appreciated it by the small smile she conjured out of the tears. I looked over to Kurt and Blaine expecting them to be wrapped up in each other's arms but all I saw was Kurt standing there looking back into the house. Where was Blaine? I didn't hear him walk out of the room, but I couldn't hear much over the now constant bangs and moans emanating from the other side of the door.

"Kurt!" Rachel called getting his attention. "Where's Blaine?"

"He said he had to go get something," he replied walking closer to us.

"Get what?" Mike asked.

"I don't know. He didn't say. He just said he would be back in a minute," he told us with a worried look.

"Why didn't you go with him?" Rachel asked, sounding worried about her friend.

"He told me he would be right back, that's why," Kurt started, getting defensive, and I kind of understood why. He wouldn't let his boyfriend run off if he didn't think he was going to be safe.

"Hey guys, follow me quickly and be quiet," Blaine said suddenly, startling us all as he entered the room. We all looked at him for a second and then quickly followed because none of us had any bright ideas. I had no idea what he found but I was praying to God it was going to help us get out of here and not become zombie food. He guided us to the back of the house and opened the door to the spare toilet that no one ever used. There was a window above that wasn't boarded and no undead that we could see.

"Blaine, I could kiss you," I said, grabbing his arms. "You may have just saved the day you little genius."

He had the biggest smile on his face and I could tell he was proud of what he found, and he had every right to be. He was saving five people's lives including his own by remembering that this little room that no one ever used was here. I returned his smile before he turned and slowly and quietly opened the window. He cautiously poked his head out and looked from left to right before turning back to us and giving us a nod. We all piled into this little bathroom and closed the door behind us so if they did get in, it was just another obstacle for them to pass. Mike climbed out the window first then helped Marley through. A loud bang erupted from inside the house. They had broken through the front door and we had little time remaining. Blaine quickly helped Kurt out the window closely followed by Rachel. Blaine looked at me. "After you," he says, with a wave of his hand. I climbed cautiously through the window and then looked back at Blaine still on the inside. He climbed onto the toilet so he could reach the window like each before him, slowly and carefully he puts one leg through. Then a sudden bang on the door made him jump. I saw it all happen in slow motion; the bang, then Blaine lose his footing and fall through the window with an earth shattering crash. We all looked on in terror. Mike quickly moved to pick him up, carefully dusting the shards of glass of his sweater.

"Blaine!" Kurt cried. "Baby, are you ok?"

"I'm fine," he replied with a groan, trying to hide the cuts on his hands. "Let's just go."

It was a good thing he said it was time to go because from our left a rather large mass of infected were charging towards us. We ran to our right and turned down the other side of the house only to be greeted by more. I looked behind me and saw three planks of wood from the fence were missing. "Quick, this way," I tell them as I grab Rachel's hand and pull her along behind me. I lead the way into the unfamiliar backyard of the home behind ours. I didn't have time to stop and make decisions—I just had to choose a way and, to my surprise, it was the right way that lead out onto the street.

"Where now?" Marley asked breathlessly. I looked around. I had never been in this street before; it wasn't my area to patrol and never had reason to go this way. I didn't want to have to make another decision and I sure as hell didn't want to be responsible for any of my friend's deaths.

"This way," Mike commands, taking charge. "I think this way leads into town."

We run along behind Mike knowing very well that the undead could easily catch us at any second. We pass by all different houses but all very much the same, cold, empty… dead. You used to see a lot of survivors held up in houses and around town, but sooner or later they left and didn't return. Maybe they found safety or maybe they weren't so lucky. This was the first time we have really been separated from everyone else. Sure, we have had a few close calls like in New York but we were going to get back to them. Now, we don't know where they went or if we will find them. We always decided that if something like this happened we would meet about 1km out of town by an old dead tree. I just had no idea how we were going to get there and I was scared to think that the others didn't make it. Would they have gotten out of the side driveway or did they get over run before then? I didn't know. None of us did. Their cars and bikes could have been stopped and surrounded, but we would have heard their screams if they did, right? We would have realised… right?

We kept running without stopping for breath with bats and knives, our only safe weapons, gripped tightly in our hands. I made sure the rest of my group was in front of me while we ran. I didn't dare look over my shoulder to see how many were behind us. They couldn't move fast but they could still keep up and we would eventually tire and loose our breath… they would not, and that scared the hell out of me. We reached the end of the street and Mike suddenly stopped and looked back at us. "This way," he tells us, pointing to the left as he starts running again. We all follow taking in deep breaths before we run again. My muscles and bones were sore after everything that has happened over the last few days. My head was starting to ache and I could tell that all this running wasn't helping my wounds very much. All I wanted to do was stop and find a place to hide, somewhere we can all keep safe and a place where I don't have to say goodbye to anyone again. I wanted this nightmare to be over, all we do is run and hide and lose the people we love. I couldn't keep this up for the rest of my life.

We had made it into the heart of town, a town we have been into many times. Even though all the shops had been cleaned out it still looked the same. Cars crashed into lamp posts, shop windows broken, rubbish littered the streets and by the state of things its beginning to look like nature was taking it back. There were still some bodies that were still in cars or parts of people lying in the street, and it made me feel uneasy but we couldn't ever do anything. There was a park, I'm guessing it was beautiful once when it had people to care and maintain it. The playground for the kids was empty and the swing set swung by itself in the wind. It's poetic… it a way. There was a barricade to the far side of the park, an obvious attempt from the military to try and contain what was happening. Just in front of the barricade was an entrance to a subway station, the sign all faded and worn away. We stopped on the matted grass and I bent over, placing my hands on my knees and taking a few deep breaths. Marley fell to the ground with exhaustion and laid on her back, panting hard. Rachel sat down next to her and put her head on her knees.

"We can't keep running," Kurt breathed heavily. "We need to hide or… something."

"Kurt's right," Blaine replied sounding as breathless as Kurt. "They will eventually catch us, or if one of us falls…"

"We can't stay here long either," I finally say feeling my throat constricting from thirst and breathlessness. Just as these words leave my mouth I see infected emerge from the street across from us. Only a few at first but more begin to appear sending a sinking feeling into my gut. "Time to go," I say as I quickly pull Rachel to her feet. We turn to run back down the street we can from but soon see that the group that was following us finally caught up, snapping their teeth, hands outstretched forever trying to grab us. Not good. We turn and run for another street off to our left. There were three streets this side of the barricade that join onto the park; all three of them were out of the question. There were infected everywhere, not as many as in New York but enough to over throw us in a matter of seconds. I look over at Mike and there is panic written all over his face. Kurt and Blaine where holding hands, fingers interlocked, holding onto each other as tight as they could. Tears formed in my eyes. This was not happening, not now. I reach over and interlock my fingers with Rachel's, feeling her immediately grip on. "This way," I call. I lead them over to one of the buildings hoping that we could find a way in. All the windows and doors have been boarded up and sandbags placed in a wall in front of them. It would take too long to break through. Mike begins to run towards the barricade and I immediately realise what he is doing. He plans to jump it and then go down a street on the other side. I just hope that the barricade will slow them down.

"Faster!" Marley screams in a hopeless voice. I could hear the shuffling feet, the moans and growls emanating from not only behind us but now from in front of us. They were on the other side of the barricade too, we were surrounded. "Fuck!" Mike yells, not caring about how loud he was, but seriously what could happen? Attract more of them? They were all pressing against the barricade; their arms outstretched trying to reach for us. If we were going to make a decision we would have to make it very soon or we will be zombie food. I didn't know what was better; watching the ones at the barricade or the ones coming towards us with nothing between us and them. We staggered backwards, all trying to stay as close as we could. Step by step they get closer to us. Kurt and Blaine were hugging, and a small I love you was easy to read on their lips. Mike had a sobbing Marley in his arms while tears stream down his face. I go to turn for Rachel, to pull her into my arms, to tell her how much she means to me but lose my footing as the ground behind me disappeared. Rachel reflexively grabbed me by the arms and pulled me back upright. What the hell? I turned and see that I was looking down into the dark depths of the entrance to the subway. Usually I would have to think about doing something as mindless as this but we didn't have any other option. We couldn't just stand around talking about whether it was a good idea or not.

I know I'm going to regret this. "Come on guys," I said quickly. "Down here." None of them argued and just followed me down into the dark depths of the unknown.