After all the death and terrorizing moments Rachel had experienced over the last few hours, you'd think she would have cried herself dry. Watching people who were like her own family die before her eyes without any way of stopping it was crippling. Add on the fear of joining them at any given second, and she was constantly close to being a wreck. But somehow through it all, she managed to always pull herself back together and walk on like the strong woman she had to be. She didn't necessarily feel it, but she knew she had to be it. Perhaps the strength came from Jesse, with his brazen fearlessness that he displayed whenever he walked ahead and stared death in the face to protect her.

But seeing him now slumped over in a mess against the remains of what was his mother ripped her like nothing else had. Seeing the one who was always so strong just break down terrified her in a way unlike the biters had been able to. Knowing she was powerless to stop it made it all so much worse. She could rub his back and whisper words of just how sorry she was, but that wouldn't bring back his mother. That wouldn't mend the newly ripped open hole in his heart. What on earth could she possibly do?

To add even more to her worries, Jesse's loss wasn't the only one in the room. The team was also in mourning after watching Brittany die. Her lifeless body lay in a pool of her own blood with a distraught Santana clinging to her. Sniffles and whimpers could be heard from around the room and it only made Rachel's own tears come down harder. She was always so emotionally triggered that way.

But with Jesse's dad in the other room and a world that seemed to be collapsing around them with each second, she wasn't sure they should stay put here. If no one was going to be the strong one and move them forward, she would have to step up. Jesse had been strong for her before and now she'd just have to return the favor.

"Jesse—"

The sound of Kristian kicking the door to the next room jolted her up and brought most of the people in the room out of their mournful bubble. Even Jesse looked up with his eyes completely red from all the tears shed.

"Kris…," he muttered, his voice cracking from just how drained he was. "Wait."

Kristian kicked the door even harder, but this time to just let out his frustrations.

Across the room, Santana looked up with complete hate in her eyes and shot a look over at Jesse.

"You're a son of a bitch, St. James," she spat.

Jesse looked back at her slowly, mentally too far gone to really retaliate.

"Yeah, you heard me. This is all your fault. You and your batshit family," she said, pointing a shaking finger in his direction.

Anxieties rushed through Rachel as she observed it all, hoping that it wouldn't escalate any further and require her to have to prevent a fight. To make her even more nervous, Jesse didn't even bother defending himself. He just sat there and took it.

"Santana…" Rachel murmured as she leaned her head against Jesse's arm.

"No. Fuck this," she growled as she pushed herself up to her feet. "If you would have let us kill that bitch of a mother of yours, Brittany would still be alive!"

This lit a match in Jesse and he quickly shot up to his feet. Taking that as a challenge, Santana lunged forward and smacked him as hard as she could before being grabbed by Puck. She screamed for him to let go of her, but he didn't until she actually went and bit his arm.

"Just stop!" Rachel screamed, looking over her shoulder as she had her arms around her boyfriend.

Still enraged to the brink of near insanity, Santana drew her weapon on Jesse and pointed it right in between his eyes. Just seconds into her move, Kristian had grabbed his own and pointed it at her.

"Don't even," he growled. "I've lost enough family today."

Rachel had moved forward in an attempt to cover Jesse, but he quickly pushed her behind him.

"I know it doesn't seem this way to you, but we're in the same boat. We've both been fucked over and lost people we care about. Instead of pointing that thing at me, you should come with me and help me kill my father," he said quietly.

"Sounds good to me," Kristian said with his gun still zoned on Santana.

"Put the gun down," Jesse whispered to her.

"Like hell I am. Say goodbye, St. James," she growled.

"No!" Rachel cried, grabbing onto Jesse's arm to try and pull herself forward, but he kept holding her back. "I swear to god, Santana! If you hurt him… I… I'll…"

She grabbed her weapon and pointed it at her.

"Don't think I won't," she said, never feeling more serious in her life.

"ENOUGH!" Quinn screamed from the sidelines. "Look at yourselves! Guns in your hands and about to shoot each other?! Jesus Christ, I know you've lost people you love but killing each other doesn't bring them back and it definitely doesn't make us any different from those monsters out there!"

Kristian clenched his jaw and looked between Quinn and Santana in thought.

Santana squeezed her eyes shut and a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

Rachel's arm quivered, but she stood strong.

"Put it down, Rach," Jesse whispered. "That's not you."

"No. She's trying to take you away from me," she replied with her face contorted in the most mental fury she had ever displayed.

Jesse just grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, making her immediately melt into his embrace and begin sobbing against his chest as she held onto him. "If you kill him, you'll have to kill us both!" she cried, lunging at Santana through the hold Jesse had on her.

But Santana stayed put, trying to calculate just what she should do. She could see Kristian still aiming his gun at her.

"Santana," Quinn whispered, reaching her hand onto her wrist and gently squeezing it. This time her own voice was cracking and there was a sense of urgency in her eyes. "Please."

All she could do was nod. She opened her mouth to say something, but it only made her lips quiver and she couldn't take it. So she just dropped the gun and let Quinn pull her into a much needed hug.

"We need to move on," Kristian said as he put his gun back.

Jesse nodded and looked down at the body of what was once his mother. He let out one shaky breath and bent down to rest his hand on her.

"Goodbye," he whispered.

Spotting an Umbrella keycard that had fallen out of her pocket, he grabbed it and flipped it over to see her face in the way she used to look like. Beautiful and smiling. This was how he wanted to remember her. He pocketed it and stood back up.

"Let's go," he said to the rest.

"I'm staying," Santana murmured as she turned back to go sit next to Brittany's body. "When you finish whatever it is you're doing… I'll be here."

"That doesn't sound like a great idea," Kurt said slowly.

"I'll stay with her," said Quinn before sinking down to her knees next to Santana. "We'll catch up. I'll make sure of it."

"Be careful, Quinn," Rachel said as she wiped her cheek with the back of her still trembling hand.

A few of the others spoke some short goodbyes and well wishes before following Jesse, Rachel, and Kristian into the other room.

But Jensen and Lacey were nowhere to be found. Neither was Finn, for that matter.

"Fuck!" Kristian growled.

"Keep moving," said Jesse as he charged forward to the end of the room where there was a staircase down into the darkness. "And be careful."

The sound of their footsteps quickly pattering down the metal stairs echoed as they ran down as far as the stairs could take them. When they reached the bottommost landing, they all stopped when they caught sight of two large trains sitting in their stations.

"Those must be emergency trains," Blaine observed. "That's how we could get out of here."

"Sure. Does anyone know how to drive a train?" Mercedes asked sarcastically.

"Fair enough," he replied before they moved on.

Off in the distance, Rachel caught sight of an elevator closing. In the second before it closed, she had just enough time to make out Jensen's face.

"He went down the elevator," Rachel pointed out. "I just saw him."

"That's where we're going then," said Jesse as he began speed walking over.

"Wait…" Rachel said as she stepped ahead of them to block the elevator. "Before we go, there's something I need to say."

"We don't have time," said Kristian impatiently.

"Let her speak," said Kurt.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"Just make it fast then. Because I seriously want to kick some ass right now after all this," said Puck.

She nodded and wrung her hands together.

"I just wanted to tell you all that we're going to win this. I know things seem bleak now and we seem to keep losing more and more of our group. People we love and care about… But we're not going to let it kill us. We're not going to let him or any of those things out there take any more of us. And… and we're all going to get out of here… and move on with our lives. Me and Kurt are going to New York to NYADA. Jesse will be by my side and going on to be the star that he is. And Quinn… Quinn will go off to Yale and graduate at the top of her class. All of us are going to make it. We're gonna graduate and live in honor of those who didn't get to."

Many of the group looked down and nodded.

"No more deaths," she whispered. "No more. Let's win this."

Jesse reached out for her hand and squeezed it. It was a silent move to try and absorb some of her strength because he really needed it right now. Knowing this without even needing an explanation, she kissed his cheek and pressed the button for the elevator to come up for them.

The ride down was silent. What words could really be said now after so much and especially when they knew so little about what they'd find when they got down there?

All it took was the ding of the elevator for them to find out.

The doors hadn't even opened and they heard it. They heard all of it.

Hundreds of mixed groans from the undead walking around the open area before them could be heard before the doors opened.

"Hit the close button!" Kurt shouted, but it was too late. The first of the zombies to sense that they weren't alone had reached his clammy hand onto the door to try and get to them.

"No you don't!" Rachel shouted, grabbing a knife she had taken from the weapons room and cutting the limb right off with more ease than she thought it would require.

There wasn't even time to comment on that badass move of hers because they all had to quickly go into action mode.

"Get in. Get through. Find a way out," Jesse instructed them. "Rachel stay close. You too, Kris."

With that, they all ran out into the unfamiliar area in search of a door, any door that might get them to safety.

Gunshots rang out as they battled their way through the hoard of zombies that was coming at them in the greatest number they had ever seen them. They were all what used to be the laboratory workers here, as made evident from their bloody lab coats and Umbrella ID cards pinned to their chests.

"Move!" Puck shouted at Sam as one tried to grab at him. It instead grabbed Puck's gun and had to be shoved away. He pushed on like a warrior and took as many down as he boasted he would.

"The doors are all locked!" Mercedes shouted from the other side of the wide hall as she banged on a door. One of the dead crept up behind her and nearly got her if it hadn't been for Sam who fired a bullet at it to slow it down.

"We have to go back to the elevator!" he shouted.

On the other side of the hall, Rachel and Jesse were holding up pretty well. They had each other's backs and fired at any biter that came close to either of them. Nearby, Kristian was taking out as many as he could and was actually a surprisingly good shot.

"This is the last door and it needs a code…" Rachel observed as she ran her fingers over the keypad.

Jesse nodded and fired a round at a zombie before it could get her.

"And Jesse… it's your mother's office," she said when she caught sight of the name sign on the door.

That was enough to convince him.

"I'll get it. Cover me," he said to his brother and girlfriend as he tried out some combinations for the code.

From across the hall, a scream from one of their own drew all eyes over to it.

One of the biters had succeeded in getting a taste of the flesh they moved for. Blaine had tried to pull away before they had the chance, but there had been far too many nearby.

Noticing Kurt running after him, Rachel grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "I'm sorry. But it's too late. You can't or they'll get you, too!" she shouted, narrowly missing one of the biters in the process.

"You said that no more of us were gonna die!" he shouted. "And I'm not leaving him!"

"But, Kurt!"

He tore himself from her and ran over to Blaine, blasting any one of the biters away without a second of hesitation or fear. Love fueled him and right about now it was really all he needed. When he reached him, he saw the extent of his injuries on his now bloody arm and couldn't believe it.

"No, no, no, no. This is not happening. I'm not losing you, too," he said as he tried to pull him back to where the rest of the group was by the door. "You'll be okay. We'll treat that and you'll be okay."

"No, don't," he replied as he pulled away. "There's no hope for me. You saw what happened to Mr. Schue. You're gonna have to—" He shot a zombie nearby. "-Go on without me."

"How could you expect me to do that?!" Kurt snapped as he grabbed his arm again.

"You have no choice, Kurt!"

With that he grabbed his face and gave him one final kiss before looking over at Puck. "Don't let him come near me."

Puck nodded solemnly and grabbed Kurt before he could try and run to Blaine.

Back at the door, Jesse was running out of ideas for the door password and didn't know what to do. To make matters worse, an alarm started sounding out throughout the entire hall. At first, he thought it was a security mechanism that was going off because he was trying to break into the room, but with the bright red lights flashing around, he knew it was something else. Something worse.

Then the robotic voice came on the loud speakers and made their blood run cold.

"Biohazard contamination detected in Hall B. Decontamination required. Incineration to begin in 30 seconds… 30…29…28…27…"

"What's that mean?!" Rachel shouted.

"It means they're gonna torch this entire hall with us in it if we don't get out of here like now!" Jesse replied.

"See? We're all gonna die, now let me go!" Kurt snapped as he ran to be with Blaine.

"Get the door open, St. James!" Puck shouted as he continued to try and hold back the massive volume of zombies coming at them.

"I need more time!" he shouted back. "And these zombies aren't helping!"

"I'll take care of it!" Blaine called out before running around the hall and calling out to the zombies to all come at him. "That's right! Over here! You know you want me!"

Kurt dug his hands into his hair and tried to hold himself together as he watched his boyfriend on a complete suicide mission to save them all.

"15…14…13…"

"Jesse…" Rachel cried. "Just give it up and hold me before we die. Please…"

"No, I'll get this," he said, his hands now shaking as he tried another code. "Three letters. Just three letters…"

"JKL!" Kristian shouted. "It's me, you, and Lacey!"

Jesse nodded and typed in the three letters and the door unlocked and slid open.

"10…9…8…"

"EVERYONE GET IN! MOVE!" he shouted as he practically grabbed people and threw them in the room.

The last one left was Kurt who was watching as Blaine ran around the hall with the giant group following him.

"No more time, Kurt," Rachel shouted as she grabbed him. "Run!"

"I love you!" he shouted at Blaine as she dragged him off, but by then Blaine was far too swarmed to probably hear it.

With Rachel behind him, he ran into the room just as there was two seconds left. As soon as they were in the safety of the room, Jesse hit the button to lock the door and they all crashed down against whatever surface they could find.

The sound of fire spreading through the hall outside could be heard and they knew Blaine was definitely gone.

But there was no time to mourn. There was no time to sit and cry like before. They had to move on.

But there was one little problem…

"Jesse…" Rachel whispered, slightly out of breath from the run. "Jesse… I'm so sorry… I'm… I'm so sorry."

"What?" he asked, turning to her and grabbing her shoulders gently.

"I wasn't fast enough. I couldn't… and it…" she whimpered as she shook her head. Unable to get the words out, she raised her arm to show him.

Her small hand was covered in blood from the bite she had just obtained just moments ago.

"No…," he whispered, feeling as though the wind had completely been knocked out of him. "Rachel, no!"