You've got 4 new texts messages from Dad:

Message 1, sent at 00:21 am

Something weird is going on. We are going to pick Finn and leave to your granma's

Message 2, sent at 04:12 am

The roads are cut. Going to grandma's until later on

Message 3, sent at 15:48 pm

We are trapped at Celina. Wait for me at Lima. Find Finn.

Message 4, sent at 01:15 am

I love you, son.

Part XXV

"I know this is an awful moment, but we need to get keep looking if we want to finish looking through this hospital before nightfall" Leroy said after a while, when the violent sobs had stopped.

"We can stay here if you want, wait in the car while they check the rest" Puck said, looking directly into Kurt's eyes.

"No. I don't like waiting. I'd rather be doing something instead" Kurt answered, shaking his head and standing up, straightening his back before joining the group, Puck's hand a welcomed weight on his shoulder.

"What happened to her body?" Puck asked, surprising Kurt a little. It seemed that he was always worried about the state their friends ended after the confrontations, no matter how difficult dealing with a death might be. He could remember the way he had insisted on burying Mr. Jones, and the way he had cradled Stevie and Stacy to bury them under the snow before leaving the motel. Maybe it was more than just preservation of the bodies, maybe it had something to do with religion and that was the reason he asked Rachel's dads.

"The explosion was too strong because she was too near to us, so there wasn't much of her face to be recognizable, but we tried to bury her the best we could" Leroy answered, placing a hand on the mohawked boy's shoulder. "Let's get going, ok? I don't want us to get caught in the dark"

"Can we change the teams a little? I would rather be able to protect or check up on Tina if needed than hear about important stuff later" Mike said, before they walked to the building.

"Kurt and Puck could go with us" Finn said, tugging his girlfriend to follow him.

And so they went inside, Tina, Mike and Rachel's dads were going to check the third and fourth floors, while the other four checked the fifth and sixth, were the operating rooms and the other clinical wards where supposed to be. By the time they reached the first of the floors they had picked, they were almost out of breath and cursing the day that people decided to depend on electricity for everyday stuff, or for making buildings that tall without thinking about the poor legs of those who'd climb the stairs on emergencies.

"I don't know how it was for you guys, but we met a kid that had been bitten, all zombified, before you came… and he said that it had happened while he was in surgery… so, I'd suggest we stick to each other and be really careful" Puck said, drumming his fingers on the frame of his glock.

"And aim for the head" Kurt added, morosely.

Finn and Rachel just nodded, each in their own little worlds with their own worries. It seemed that all of them had finally understood how dangerous and pressing this situation was, now more than ever, because as much as they had suffered before it seemed like they were losing people within their ranks now, and that was just too scary.

The fifth level didn't had anything too weird, if you didn't count the amount of blood on the walls and the blood stain that made him think that someone had tried to walk while pushing himself up with the wall, until his knees gave up and he fell. The amount of blood on the floor had to mean that he had bled to death there, but there was no body. He didn't want to think about why there was no body.

They passed the reception and went to some kind of dressing room, Finn and Puck checking first if there was nothing to worry about, before they moved on to some kind of waiting room where the TV and the few windows were broken.

"I remember coming here when I got my tonsils removed" Puck said, looking around. "It didn't seem so small back then, it feels confining now"

"It's because it's more oppressing now, any moment we stay here is a bit more dangerous" Rachel said, pushing them so that they kept on walking.

The doors to the operating rooms where broken, off their hinges, and with bits of cloth hanging from the glass shards that remained in the frame. Kurt pushed them aside with his boot, not risking touching anything that might hurt him. Who knew what would happen if he got blood in an open wound.

Each door they went through got them deeper into the center of the building, and so it was just a matter of minutes until they had to turn on their flashlights again because it started to get too dark to just walk around without tripping into stuff.

The change in their moods was noticeable. Kurt immediately got into his no nonsense frame of mind, gripping his gun tight in his hand and brandishing his flashlight as if it was some kind of weapon. Puck was more or less the same, thought he did spend more time looking at Kurt and worrying about his mental health than before, so he just let his hand land on the boy's shoulder while he aimed at the hallway in front of them. Finn and Rachel just clung to each other, guns and lights at the ready, but there was a look that was a mix between fear and resignation in their eyes that had Puck wanting to go back to the car, just so he could keep them from suffering anymore.

Maybe it was the way they should go about it. It was obvious that there wasn't much more they could do here, the hospital was as deserted as the city seemed to be, and whoever had been there had fled as soon as they could, or had went to another place with more food. Though Puck couldn't help but feel that there wasn't a place with more available zombie food than a place full of people unable to move on their own.

Something was a bit too weird here. Too little people for a place this big, at least they should have found more zombies but that wasn't the case at all. No, something was too weird in here, and he was starting to think that finding out what it was just wasn't worth the risk.

It was behind a closed wood door, that they managed to pick easily enough, that they found a source of light in midst of the darkness that had been surrounding them while checking operating rooms.

There was a broken window ahead, and the afternoon light was filtering through giving such a contrast in the darkness of the hallway that they couldn't even see what was on the other side of the patch of light in the floor. The only thing they knew was that, whatever it was wasn't really amicable if the growls were any indication.