"What are we going to do!" Quinn whispered as the Walkers thumped against the door, growling and moaning loudly.

"If I had an idea, I would of told you it by now wouldn't I?" Rachel mumbled, opening a window, glimpsing outside to see the darkness. The two girls had been locked inside the bathroom for over an hour, the infected still intent on breaking in.

Quinn nodded, taking in quick breaths, Sam's jacket pressed to her face. "I'm sorry Quinn.. I know that must of been hard on you. To see Sam like that." Rachel linked her hand with her's, leaning down to sit against the wall beside Quinn.

The girl didn't speak, only nodding again, wiping away the tears with the sleeve of his jacket. "I wish I had something to hold onto of Noah. You're lucky you brought that with you." Quinn's brief smile was shaky and soon slipped away into nothingness. "We're going to die here, aren't we?" Quinn spoke softly, her voice calm, showing no anxiety.

This time around it was Rachel's turn to nod, keeping her head down, her small hand resting on the bump that rose on her stomach. Quinn patted her shoulder softly, studying her complexion. "If we're going to die here, I just want you to know how much you mean to me Rachel, how much you've always meant to me. I'm so sorry for all the things I've ever done to you, Rachel.. I'm a bad person. I never meant to hurt you, I promise. I was jealous, foolish, childish. I can't tell you how sorry I am."

Rachel glanced up to Quinn, her smile breaking through the sadness. "You mean a lot to me too Quinn. And it took you a Zombie Apocalypse to tell me what I knew all along." Laughing slightly, they shared a longing glance towards each other. If they were going to die, they were dying together.