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Posted: 9/10/12
Doctor
They didn't stop driving until sunrise. The network of roads hadn't made it easy to get away from the urban area where Quinn had acquired their new truck, but finally they were on wider, straighter roads that lead them away from the denser areas of dead.
At first it had been a struggle, the Z's must have no comprehension of death and pain as they would approach the moving vehicles from all sides, even at the speed they were moving. Quinn had seen many in her side view mirrors get their arms ripped off by getting them caught the giant wheels of the monster, others was knocked down or crushed on impact at the front. It was so gory at one point she made Brittany close her eyes, and as the taller blonde trusted Quinn she did as she was told. The blue eyed girl had also covered Lord Tubbington's eyes with her hand
Santana remembered her mother's Spanish ramblings, giving her advice and direction, and she found if she yelled loud enough she could speak to Quinn who was driving, so she'd been able to tell her they'd be able to stop soon. They had kept travelling north, or as true to north as they knew was north, and they found as Santana's mom had suspected the Zombies stumbling about thinned out, until there were few, then none in their path.
The bumpy ride and the smell of rotting flesh which must have been splattered over the front and underside of the truck, had kept tired injured Rachel awake which was a good thing. Santana had held her, so she was sitting up for most of the ride, she didn't want her falling asleep until she knew the wound was free of anything that could infect her. Luckily they could all be fairly sure there was no possibility of it already being infected by the undead, if not because of how she got the injuries then the fact that many hours had passed and she hadn't turned.
That thought alone sent shivers of dread through Santana. It had been an almost hour, they guessed, since they last saw a Z, so Quinn was just spotting a house that didn't look damaged for them to stay in, just for a few hours so they could fix up Kurt and Rachel
Santana sat on Rachel's uninjured side, her knees pulled up to her own chest as Rachel leant into her side, her head resting on Santana's shoulder as the taller girl wrapped her left arm round Rachel's shoulder. Because of Rachel's injuries Santana was carful where her arm touched her girlfriend not wanting to cause more pain.
CJ put space between her and Rachel as she sat on her master's other side. The distance she kept gave Santana and anyone else who cared or wasn't too tired to notice, the impression that she knew exactly where Rachel was hurt.
The Latina spared Blaine and Kurt a glance, Blaine looked so helpless as he clutched at Kurt's bloody clothes in one hand and Kurt's own hand on the uninjured side, with his other. Kurt was still unconscious; Santana just hoped they'd make it somewhere safe so they could try to help him, before it was too late.
And this silence they sat in only made it worse, it let Santana's mind process and stew everything, but mostly Finn, the harm he caused and what were they going to do with him. She imagined is she asked around, they would all have their different ideas, some might even offer his sorry life as Zombie bait as a distraction. It would be easy, they'd just shoot him in the knee caps and leave him while they made a smooth get away... Santana knew she would suggest that if no one else would, she wouldn't even feel guilty, she still had guilt from other things moving around in her mind, Finn wasn't worth the time or effort.
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Quinn had finally found a place she felt comfortable setting up a temporary base; the house she'd chosen was small, and simply placed, in the middle of a street like many others they'd seen. It looked undisturbed; so it fit the profile for a temporary base. Also being small meant there was less area to cover when searching to check it was clear. She swerved the heavy truck across the road then reversed up the front yard of the chosen house. That way it was a shorter distance to get the injured from the truck to the door and quicker to get them back in the tuck, in case they had to leave.
Santana heard the opening and slamming shut of one of the truck's doors before Quinn showed up at the open back end of the truck, while the other vehicles parked up either side of them
"I'm going to check the house then we'll get Rachel and Kurt inside and start patching them up"
"Okay" Santana nodded, Blaine nodded too while the injured were silent, Rachel from tiredness and Kurt for obvious reasons. "I'll help" she volunteered.
"If you're sure" Quinn definitely didn't mind having someone by her side
"Yeah" she nodded as she carefully slipped away from Rachel. She didn't want to release her and lay her down on the hard metal bed of the truck but in the long run she was helping Rachel either way. "I'll be back in minute" she kissed the top of Rachel's head. Santana would have also liked to give her her jacket or hoody as a blanket... but she'd already given her the hoody back in the ware house and she was freezing cold right now on top of that.
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With Finn's rifle in her arms, which she'd permanently confiscated from him, Santana led Quinn round to the side of the house. She looked through the kitchen window, it looked empty
"How are we getting in then?" Quinn murmured over her shoulder
"Um" Santana looked round her feet, for a possible projectile. She quickly gave up on that and used the butt of the rifle to smash the window in. When she swung the gun back over her shoulder she noticed the glare she was getting "What?"
"That's not exactly a secure place to break in, is it?"
The Latina rolled her eyes "It's a small window, and we'll leave someone on guard in the kitchen" she added the second thing as a compromise "It's how me and Rach broke into that house you found us in... how did you get in?"
"Upstairs, got Zises to give me a boost" she shrugged
"Speaking of" Santana got down on one knee
"No offence San, but you're not my type" the blonde joked
Santana cupped her hands and rolled her eyes again "Just get in there Blondie"
Quinn wanted to argue, god knows what was in there, but she didn't see the point of trying to argue with Santana at a time like this. So she conceded and put her foot in Santana's hands to get some height. She was then able to pull herself through the higher than average window. As she placed her foot down it immediately found a sink full of cold dish water "eww". She took her foot out shook it, hopelessly ridding it of some of the water.
"What?" Santana said from outside
"Nothing" she called back, it was hardly important
"Good, let me in" The Latina commanded, making Quinn just roll her eyes again. She went over to the kitchen door that led onto the back terrace; it didn't take her long to find a key in one of the vases lined up on the kitchen side near the door. It was a dusty key, so it must have been a spare. She unlocked the door and Santana was soon inside
"What took you so long?" the darker haired girl asked
"Don't tell me you were scared of being outside alone?" Quinn teased
"Whatever" and with that uttered word both girls knew Quinn was right "Let's just move"
Quinn started toward the other kitchen door, Santana followed until her foot slipped in something wet on the floor "Eww Q, did you piss yourself?"
"What, No!" she looked down to what her friend was looking at and noticed the water on the floor "There was dishwater in the sink" she pointed over to the sink under the window "My foot went in when I climbed through" she explained
"Was it cold?" Santana asked, with a more serious expression.
"Yeah" Quinn nodded while her eyebrows creased in curiosity "What are you thinking?"
"People might still be here"
"I think there was a plate still in there, they might have fled" Quinn bit her lip with worry. She really didn't want to responsible if someone got hurt just because she chose for them to stop here.
"Let's just check the house, then we can get Rach and Kurt in. You go upstairs, I'll do down here, meet back at the front door" Santana suggested. She wasn't just commanding now, Quinn assumed it was the mention of Rachel that had suddenly softened her.
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Quinn ran down the stairs after she heard the loud familiar echoing below her. As she got to the living and dining room she was confused. Where was Santana?
She flinched when a door, that she thought was just a closet, and Santana walked out, flicking the safety back on, on the rifle
"What happened? I heard gunshots, are you okay?"
"I'm fine" Santana said dismissively as she firmly shut the door behind her "just make sure no one goes down stairs"
"Why what's down there?"
"You don't want to know" those words and how surprisingly pale Santana looked right now. She didn't want anyone to know about the man with the meat clever sticking out of his head who'd killed his wife and two children
"Okay... well I checked upstairs, there are two bedrooms and a bathroom. No Z's or uninfected were up there" Quinn informed her
"There are two small bedrooms down there. I wanna put Rachel in one, and then I'll check her over. You make sure you get some sleep, I want us on the road again in a couple of hours"
"What if Kurt's condition is too serious for him to move?"
"Those things will be getting nearer by nightfall... he doesn't have a choice"
Quinn just nodded in understanding "Let's get them in here then"
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Quinn let Santana take Rachel to one of the downstairs smaller bedroom so she could sort out her injuries. She made CJ wait outside, knowing the excitable dog might get in the way, or she might be carrying anything that could cause Rachel infection while her injuries were exposed.
She led her girlfriend to the single bed, Rachel laid down immediately "Don't sleep yet Rach, I need to check your arm and side" she didn't want to jolt her from her sleep by accidentally hurting her. "Sorry baby I need you to sit up too"
"Okay Tana" Rachel mumbled as she was helped to sit up.
Santana then peeled the hoody off, Rachel ended up helping her with her free uninjured arm. She then un-wrapped the bandages from round Rachel's middle. "I think I'm gonna give you some antibiotics, I don't want this getting infected"
"Okay" she was too tired from the whole ordeal to really care or focus on what she was saying, but she trusted Santana
In the better light Santana was able to see what Rachel had tried to tell her in the hangar, they were deep scratches, catches in the skin and tissue from the bullet; there was no through and through. With that Santana was able to conclude that none of Rachel's t-shirt had been dragged into a wound, because there was no enclosed wound for it to get stuck in.
The rounds must have hit Rachel before she knocked Santana down otherwise they would have hit her too.
"I'll rewrap these first, in clean bandages" she'd bought all the equipment except the antibiotics in the room before she'd bought Rachel into the house. As Santana automatically cleaned the wounds and re-wrapped them her mind wandered.
Santana couldn't believe Rachel's luck, then her own. They couldn't be sure how many shots had been fired in the dark, but Santana hadn't been hit and Rachel only scratched, technically. Of course none of them should have been shot at all.
The raven haired girl calmed the rising anger within her at those thoughts and reminded herself of the relief she was feeling before, Rachel was hurt but she could live. As long as she didn't get infected, and Santana would make sure she didn't.
"San" her girl murmuring got her attention back "I'm not sure I can stay awake much longer... can I sleep?" her voice was exhausted as she fought to keep her eyes open
"Let me put your hoody back on"
"You make me sound like a baby" she pouted
"Not a baby, just someone very special to me" she put Rachel's arms through the sleeves separately before slipping it over her head. She then helped Rachel to lie down, whether she wanted the help or not. Santana smiled down at her fondly, she stroked the top of Rachel's head soothingly as she said softly "You can sleep now"
"Love you" the words were said so sleepily but still meant the world
"Love you too" she whispered before slipping out of the room. She nearly fell over the dog that she found lying across the doorway. CJ didn't even bat an eyelid as Santana glared down with her. Her eyes slowly looked up to meet the Latina's "You can see the patient now" the old Santana wouldn't have talked to a dog, but the Santana that had the heart of Rachel Berry would do anything for that girl, even talk to their dog. She pushed the door open for CJ to walk in "Just not on the bed" she warned.
"Doctor Lopez" Mike's shy voice sounded from the end of the slim hallway that had led her to the room she'd put Rachel in and the one opposite where Quinn was trying to sleep
"I'm not a doctor" she scoffed, but a sinking feeling in her stomach told her she had been volunteered for something. She met Mike at the end and was also met with some sort of make shit operating room "What are you guys going?"
"Well we got Nurse Zises" Puck started "Now we need doctor Lopez"
"I cleaned round the wound" The bigger girl said from next to Kurt. They had him on his back, on the dark oak dining room table
"I'm not a doctor guys" Santana was genuinely scared and not afraid to admit it, this was serious stuff going down, she couldn't just put on a brave face "just cos my dad works in hospitals doesn't mean I have a clue"
"You've done pretty well so far, and I bet my truck you know what at least half the meds in that bag over there are for" he pointed to the medical case that was on a lower table next to the 'operating table'. Sam had thought to move the coffee table there so they could use it.
She let out a shaky sigh; did they have any other options? Probably. Did they have time to figure out what they were? Probably not. "Where were the clothes he was wearing last night?"
"Here" that was the most positive Blaine had sounded since the shooting. He held the scrunched up item in his hand. Santana took them quickly and spread them out over a corner of the table near Kurt's feet.
"Okay, I think there's a piece of both the shirt and the hoody missing" she bit her lip anxiously; she looked over at the group round the table. Artie, Sam, Tina, Mike and Blaine all stood one side away from the injury Zises was by Kurt's head leaving the side open for Santana to take the stage "This is crazy" she murmured through clenched teeth
"Well" Zises offered her a pair of tweezers, it was all they had. When they'd raided the hospital performing a surgery wasn't what they'd had in mind for what they'd need. So tweezers it was. The rest of the group stood there expectantly.
She noticed Finn sitting on the sofa across the room, his head in his hands. It must have finally hit him, what he'd done. She also realised Brittany was missing, she wouldn't want her friend witnessing this anyway, and she could just assume she was with Quinn, even in that tiny bed she was sure they'd sleep well, and only sleep. Britt sure did love a cuddle.
But none of that mattered, Kurt lay in front of her, dying, lets face it, and they were all waiting for her to do something.
As the final thought of dread and worry was forced from her mind she stepped up and took those tweezers "You sterilised them right?"
"Duh" was the intellectual response she got at a time like this.
...
Shuffling from besides her bed woke Rachel. She smiled realising it was CJ and CJ was probably shuffling because Santana was back and sneaking closer, which would explain the other shuffling she could now hear from the door. She looked over her shoulder towards the door and was startled but not surprised to find Finn standing there watching her
"What do you want Finn?" she sighed, slowly sitting up as she couldn't lay on her left side and face him, that's where the injuries were.
"Why Santana?" the words immediately dropped from his mouth while he wore that puppy dog expression
"Oh here we go" Rachel muttered under her breath.
"I just don't get it, I mean it's Santana, she's even worse to you that Quinn and Puck was. So why her?" in his rambling he'd got closer to the bed, despite CJ's low growling. He obviously didn't see that as a warning.
"I just..." A smile laced its way onto her lips and her eyes brightened as she thought about it "I just love her"
"But why? What is it about her?" was this an interrogation now? He was still pouting so maybe interrogation was the wrong word.
"I-I don't really know... I just do, I mean she's hot" she shrugged
"I'm being serious Rach, we shared so much... I was your first" what sort of card was that to play?
"And she was your first" she then huffed a sarcastic laugh "But you actually hurt me more for sleeping with her than when you took my virginity"
"Rach-"
"No, in fact, I think you sleeping with her, hurt more than you shooting me"
"Rach-"
"And stop calling me 'Rach' it's Rachel, I only reserve 'Rach' for friends or my girlfriend"
"But Rachel this is ridiculous, you're just doing this to get at me" he snapped. CJ's growling should have been off putting for anyone, it was comforting to Rachel because she wasn't the one being growled at, Finn however didn't react the way most people would, he just seemed to glare at the dog.
"No Finn, contrary to your popular belief this is nothing to do with you. I care greatly for Santana, I love her, and nothing you say is going to change that"
"You can't care for her! And she can't care for you, she's a slut who doesn't know how to feel" CJ's growl grew making Rachel worry for the dog and the boy in her room
"CJ" Rachel said soothingly as she patted the dog on the head. The girl then grabbed the dogs collar and led her to the door forcing her out "Stay" she commanded more sternly. The dog let out a deflated moan and dropped to the floor on her stomach.
"Look Finn, you don't have to understand it, but at least try and respect it"
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Mean while in the 'operating theatre' Santana was doing her best. They'd used the wrecked clothes as a map, using the pieces she found in the wound like puzzle pieces. Together they were complete and she had a rough idea of if she'd got all the cloth out.
"The bullet that hit him must have ricocheted off something else; it wasn't fast enough to shatter the bone... but it is fractured"
"Is that bad?" a voice trembled form the opposite side of the table
"Just be thankful it wasn't a shot gun wound, which would have been a hell of a lot messier" Santana's attempt at a comforting comment didn't go so well as she saw just how fragile Blaine still was.
Zises was the saviour as she started talking again "We can strap the arm, keep an eye on it and be fragile with him. He'll need to be on antibiotics... maybe penicillin, I'm not an expert. And that's all hoping we got all the t-shirt out of the wound"
Santana looked down at the case of meds "Is he allergic to penicillin?" they all looked to Blaine for an answer
"I don't know" Blaine said shakily "It's not exactly come up in conversation-" he continued in panic
"It's okay" Santana said calmingly
"What do we do?" Mike asked over her shoulder
Santana looked down at the arrangement of meds they had. There wasn't much of each of the different antibiotics. What if they needed them for someone else? "We'll use it anyway. I know a load of the symptoms, if he's allergic we'll switch to another antibiotic" she looked over at Blaine again "is that okay"
"Yeah" he choked the word out with a jittery nod of the head "just do what you have too"
...
As Santana strolled closer to the door, ready for a pleasant nap next to her girlfriend, she heard voices from inside the room. She froze instinctively to hear what was being said. She wasn't surprised when she heard Finn's voice.
"Just think about it, you and me together again. And with things the way they are, the world is our clam"
She was about to burst through the door and put a stop to whatever he was trying to accomplish but a part of her kept her glued to the spot. She wanted to hear what Rachel had to say.
"Oyster" she heard her girl friend correct him before continuing "and no thank you, San has already made a speech more worthy of any amount of words. And whatever happens to me, to the world I don't care, as long as I have her"
Santana couldn't help but grin at that, she knew she shouldn't be listening in, Rachel wasn't in the state to argue with someone but the Latin's curiosity was getting the better of her. She'd step in when it was time.
"You don't get it do you?" Finn asked, not realising the irony in his question
"What don't I get?"
"You don't get that what I feel for you is real, not what she feels, she just wants sex"
Maybe now Santana should step in... no she wanted to hear Rachel, she wanted to know what Rachel really felt.
"If she wanted sex she would have made a move sooner. How can that be all she wants when we only got together a couple of days ago, not two weeks ago when we first shared a room, when we shared a bed. She loves me and I love her, more than I have ever loved anyone or anything"
The eaves dropper's heart swelled
"What about me? What we had was special" his voice broke, showing his true emotion not just bitter confusion.
"Yes Finn... what we had was special, and I'll always remember it with some fondness. But it's over, it died with everything we know, and I've moved on" inside the room he tried to take both of her hands in his, but something flipped within the short brunette
It was his touch, his murderous touch. If Kurt died she didn't know what she'd do to Finn, or have to do to him for the sake of the other survivors.
She tore her hands away and stepped back towards the bed "Finn, if you don't get away from me right now, I'm going to set my bitch on you... and I don't mean CJ"
Outside the room Santana took that as her cue, she forced the door open abruptly, making the people inside flinch. She was even more annoyed to find Rachel standing when she was supposed to be resting "So I'm your bitch now?" she said with her eyebrows raised mischievously
"San, I-I'm sorry" Rachel started, she bit her lips and with those shiny eyes Santana had easily forgiven her in a heartbeat.
But with a smile she waved it off. "Finn what is your problem?"
"You're turning her against me!" he yelled
"You're paranoid" she accused "Rachel is a grown up, she makes her own decisions, I didn't turn her against you" she tried to explain as she stepped between her girlfriend and Finn. He stepped away, almost as if he was repelled like a magnet from being near this Latina. "And if she feels anything against you it's for your pure idiotic actions; the house letting the zombies in, firing into the dark, shooting her and your brother, and then feeling nothing"
"I'm scared!" he snapped at her with that like it was a reasonable excuse
"We're all scared Finn" she yelled back, she started to stalk forward like a predator, sick of his whining and trying to get her girlfriend .
"I can't deal with it, it's too much" he started backing up his throat felt exposed so he gulped audibly "Do I feel bad for what's happened to Rachel and Kurt, hell yeah I feel like shit, but it's happened and there's nothing I can do about it now"
"You could be supportive of Blaine" Santana suggested as she waved her hand to the doorway "You could go easier on Rach, she doesn't need this bullshit right now she needs to rest"
"I can't let her until she sees the truth" there was no escaping he was backed up against the window now. Santana stopped just in front of him, giving her enough space to see a punch coming a mile away if he tried to swing one.
"The only truth you're allowing her to see is what an ass you are, so why don't you get out of this room and give her five minutes of peace"
"Why don't you?" he retorted like a four year old
"Please Finn" Rachel sighed, she leant her front against Santana's back, she was tired and cold and she wanted to be supportive as well as wanted the support "Just stop, nothing you can say is going to change anything"
"But Rach, I still lo-"
They all flinched as pale hands burst through the window behind Finn. Too stunned and taken by surprise the hands snatched and grabbed at Finn's jacket
"No" he shrieked out as he stumbled back to their wanting arms.
Rachel shrieked before taking action she leapt forward to grab Finn but at the same time Santana grabbed Rachel's arm, keeping her away. She quickly volunteered herself instead reaching out for one of Finn's flailing hands.
"Finn!" she yelled trying to get him to pull himself away and reach for her hand. She didn't want to get too close, in case they grabbed her too. She hadn't lost her senses yet, well not for Finn.
"Help" he yelped stretching out, just as another pale arm slipped its way round his neck "Help" his voice became more strangled
She managed to grasp his hand and pulled him with desperateness. Talking about letting someone die and it actually happening were two very different things
"No Finn!" Rachel shrieked diving forward to help but Santana released one hand of Finn's arm to shove Rachel away. The injured girl fell back onto the bed, Santana would apologise for that in a minute.
Sam and Quinn were through the door next, they abandoned their weapons in favour of grabbing Finn, there was no clear shot anyway as the tall boys frame covered most of the broken window
"No, no" Finn kept repeating as they were losing the struggle. As his top half slipped out of the window on a sea of walking dead. Quinn and Santana each grabbed one of his legs as he was carried, while Sam went for his gun.
He raised the shot gun
"Shoot them Sam!" Rachel yelled in panic, though he barely heard her over Finn's screaming
"I'll hit Finn!" he tried to explain, there was no clear shot there were only 5 or 6 of those things out there and Finn was blocking the shot to all of them
More hands clawed at him as he screamed and yelled "No" his head was shaking from side to side as he watched each hand claw away his hoody and his plaid shirt underneath until both were completely torn open
The cold, rotting fingers of the dead started clawing over the bare skin of his stomach. One of the dead's heads appeared, Sam raised his gun again ready to take a chance shot but it was too late as the female dead with the blood matted blonde hair and cloudy eyes bit down into the exposed part of his neck.
It bit down hard, making blood drip from its mouth; it then tore its mouth away, a piece of Finn's neck still in its jaws. Blood spurted from the open wound while Finn's screaming became more gurgled.
Rachel shrieked helplessly at the scene in front of her and realising it was too late Santana abandoned her rescue mission. She dropped Finn's struggling leg in favour of holding Rachel close, keeping her girlfriends face in her shoulder to prevent her from seeing the boy be torn apart.
Sam and Quinn seemed to refuse to give up though, Sam took the free leg Santana had given up and still tried to pull Finn free. He was already gone though, despite kicking and screaming, and trying to free his arms from their clutches it was over in this 2 against 6, maybe 7, tug of war
The walking dead finally clawed their way through skin and like tearing through a stretchy plastic bag they pried their way into Finn's abdomen. Many hands reached in, all pulling at the organs inside, pulling out what looked like intestines. Finn's screams still echoed beyond that but surely not for much longer.
The pale, blood covered, hands all reached up for the victorious hands that held the blooded organs and pulled at them. The intestines and tissue were stretched and argued over flicking blood everywhere. Quinn and Sam cringed as they felt it splatter their clothes and faces. They also realised Finn's screaming had stopped.
They suddenly found themselves stumbling backwards, Quinn landing on her backside on the floor. She instinctively shuffled herself away from the broken window before a Z could touch her. It took Sam and Quinn a second to realise they were both still holding one of Finn's legs still clad in each leg of his jeans, that had been ripped free when the Z's had taken him away.
They dropped them with a little shaken yelp of their own.
"W-we should get out of here" Sam gulped audibly before tearing his widened eyes away from the window and the horror just outside
"Uh-yeah" Quinn scrambled to stand and followed the blonde boys lead as they ran from the room. Santana dragged Rachel with her as they followed,
"C'mon CJ" Santana told the dog who had been waiting in the hallway to follow and follow she did.
Quinn grabbed Brittany's hand, Mike and Tina were behind them, Blaine and Puck had Kurt. With all the screaming it didn't take an idiot to realise they would need to run again.
As Quinn, Brittany and Lord Tubbington (who the blue eyed girl hadn't let go of since they'd got in the truck at the hangar) climbed in the truck they heard gun fire from the side. Quinn looked out, from the height she sat at she could see over the army type jeep to her side and could see Mike and Tina firing at one of the Z's that had wandered from the group feasting on Finn.
Inside Sam was wheeling Artie toward the door. Artie yanked the hand brake on forcing them both to an abrupt stop, "Sam, just leave me" it took time to get him in and out of the damn trucks he didn't want Sam hurt or dead for trying to help him
"Not happenin' bro" he grabbed Artie's arms and put them on his own shoulder, with more protesting from the wheel chair bound boy he threw him over his shoulder and ran for the door, chair-less.
Santana shielded Rachel's side so she wouldn't see where Finn's remains were being argued over.
As they were climbing into the back of the monster vehicle Puck was jumping out to go to his own truck when he stopped to help. "San get in, I'll help Rachel, I'll pass her up to you" The Latina nodded and climbed in, she then lowered her hands to take Rachel's outstretched ones "Sorry Rae" Puck said lowly in her ear as he held her just above her hip, trying to mind her injury as he lifted her.
She winced immediately for both her arm and side but didn't complain. Soon she was in Santana's arms again and they were both thanking the Mohawked boy before he disappeared again. CJ hopped up behind them and quickly settled.
The cars grumbled to life as Sam climbed in and placed Artie on the back, Mike had taken the responsibility of driving, Finn had been their driver on their way here. It was weird how quickly this car had become so empty. Only a few hours before there had been 12 of them crammed into the car (including two animals) and now there was only 4 of them.
With the other two vehicles pulling away Mike did too, forgetting the back doors were still open
"Wait" Sam yelled as he started towards the door "Artie's chair, it's still in the house"
"We haven't got time" the boy who's chair it was told him, encouraging Mike to keep going too. Tina secured the doors, using her rifle to hook them and pull them closer so she could shut them properly. "You saved my life Sam, that's more than enough"
"We weren't going to leave you there Artie" Tina sounded hurt that her ex would ever think such a thing.
He nodded but said nothing, afraid that if he pushed he'd manage to reveal any other negative feelings they might feel about him. The truth was they didn't, but he didn't know that, he felt useless and out of place in their suddenly changed world.
But that's just how they all felt.
So... Finns finally dead
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