AN- Darrencrissluv- I couldn't kill Noah, then there wouldn't really be a story lol. Or at least he'll live till the end :P lol.

So this was suposed to be up like forever ago, but I didn't finnish teh chapter till today because I have another three day so YAY! I hope U guys had a great April.

So we are nearing the end of Part One so thats exciting right.

Okay so some glee thought. The Filler epesodes were killing me lol. And the Ryder ebing Molested was very aquard, kind thought they were just giving this kid every story plot ever. And Sam and Artie were dickheads about it. Also why did they kick Ryder out of the show and not like Joe or Suger (Whom I love both), because it's not like they ever put them in the show. Very excited for the next season and sad that it's over.

Disclaimer: Don't own glee or it would be running through the summer to, it would never end.

Chapter 14- (Noah)

"Just keep running! You have to live for Blaine! You can't die Noah!" I shouted at myself in my head. I turn my head and see four zombies trying there hardest to catch up to me. "Shit!" I hiss to myself. I begin to panic in my mind. My heart begins to race even more and my muscles are acheing to rest. I have no clue how long I've been running like this, but it's way more than I thought I originally thought I could ever run.

The pure white walls were beginning to make my eyes hurt, and for some reason angry. I really had no clue why, but they were. Down the hall I see a door that is partially open and just begging for me to hide in it.

I turn back again and they are beginning to gain on me. I sprint my way down the all-white hallway and swing into a closet. I literally run into the wall, and supplies, since I couldn't stop in time. "Fuck!" I feel a bump begin to rise on my cheek.

I take a moment to calm myself down. Which was really hard to do with the walkers right outside the door, pounding on it. They moaned and thrusted against the door. "You need to find a way to get to Blaine." I gasp to myself. The small closet was just that. It had shelves on every wall that were lined with cleaning supplies, and a small vent on the ceiling that could only fit a small child.

"Well I can't find a way out," I take a deep breath, "Let's see what supplies I could get."

If we really needed bleach and rags then we would have been set for life. There were also a few brooms, and mops, some other cleaning materials and a few porno mags I'm assuming were the old janitors.

"Help!" screams a voice from the hall.

The banging on my door stops and the moans begin to get further away. I breathe a sigh of relief and I slowly open the door. The three walkers are sprinting after something down the hall. "Somebody help!" Finn yells from down the hall, the direction that the zombies are sprinting towards.

"Shit." I curse to myself, take another breath and begin to start running towards my best friend. I raise my gun. "Okay calm down. Blaine will be proud that you are saving your friend and his friends crush." I think to myself.

I hear shotgun shots just around the next corner, most likely from Finns gun. "Hold on guys!" I yell to the two football stars. I cringe on the inside at how corny I sounded, but I push those feelings aside and just focus on saving Finn and Ryder.

Ryder is swinging his metal baseball bat at the oncoming zombies. He only ocationally hits them away from him, and if he's lucky he gets them against the wall and he smashes their heads in. Finn is shooting at the zombies, not trying very hard to get the head. A few of his shots almost hit me on my way down the hall. Not wanting to shoot them I put my gun back in its holster. I grab my machete and raise it, ready to strike the closest zombie.

I swing, with all my strength, and smash right through the first zombie. Which was a grown guy, that looked like everyone at the gym would know him. Taking the force from my first swing I spin around and slice the neck of the next closest zombie. By now the zombies are beginning to notice me also. Two out of the six are now sprinting towards me. They are only a few feet away when I get my balance back from my first swing.

I jump to the left, and out of the way of the two. The lady was not a day younger than sixty years old, but being a zombie must have made her very nimble. Because she was quicker than the thirty year old, at least thirty year old looking, chick at getting close to me again. "Shit." I couldn't react quick enough. She already had her teeth just inches away from my jugular.

There's another gun shot and the granny is on the ground. I don't have enough time to thank one of the guys because the other zombie is already a foot away.

I thrust my machete forward, aimed right for her head. With her help, since she's fucking stupid and just kept running at me, the blade go's right through her skull easily. Her body go's limp and she removes herself from my handy dandy sword.

After two more gun shots, one bullet zooming past my head, the moans of the dead stop. Ryder and Finn are both splattered with blood. Well not there faces luckily, or I would probably have to kill them, just their cloths. "Are you guys okay?" I pant.

"Yeah." Ryder looked really scared, and I could relate.

"So what do we do now." Finn reloads his gun.

"Isn't it obvious? We get back to Bla-. . . the others up stairs and see if everyone else made it back." I put my machete away and pull out my pistol.

"How are we going to get back?"

"We could use the elevators near the Macy's. They should still be working right?" Ryder suggests. Finn and I just nod our heads and we start to walk to the elevators.

The halls seem to stretch forever and the turns only made things more confusing. Every time we would go into a store it would turn out to just be further from where we needed to go. So we would turn around and take a turn and just end up on the same side of the mall. "Jesus fucking Christ! It would be easier to just go through the zombie infested mall!" I yell in frustation, slamming yet anouther wrong door, one of which we had been through four times.

"Well we should just go as far as we can that way without turning and go through a door and go through the mall." Finn sighs.

"Are you guys crazy?!" Ryder complains.

"Well it could take us fifty times longer than if we just sprint there." Finn reasons.

"I-Well. . . Fine." Ryder gives up and we begin trudging down the long hallway.

My heart begins to start pounding the closer we get to the end of the hall. My weapons feel like they each weigh a ton and the mockingly white hallway suddenly turned 100 degrees hotter. Finn and Ryder both looked like there were zombies right in front of them. When at the door seconds felt like they were years, and nobody wanted to turn the handle and open the door. "Okay here we go." I think to myself.

000

"Run!" I yell as loud as I could. Thirty zombies were sprinting after us. Ryder and Finn are shooting bullets behind us, probably not even hitting any of them.

The only thing that kept me from giving up was getting back to Blaine. Seeing him smile, him laughing, us kissing and us living through this thing. "Almost there guys!" The elevator is only a few meters away.

The door opens right when we press the button luckily. The three of us jump tight in and fire off shots to keep the zombies from getting in before the door closed. The elevator ride takes at least a minute and before I know it I can see Blaine panicking right at the door. "Noah!" he gasps and flings himself into my arms.

AN- So ya they are reunited, but there are still people missing. Lets see what happens!

Next Chapter: Blaine is worried about Santana and he and a few friends have to go save her.