"Quinn!"

Santana was the first out of the booth running towards the scream. Brett close behind her. Just as Santana was about to turn the corner Brett grabbed her arm pulling her back.

"Wait!" He whisper yelled.

"Brett let go, she might be getting attacked!" Santana whisper yelled back.

"Yes, just. Go behind me okay?" He said pulling her behind him.

Santana noded, she followed Brett close as they walked to the bathroom.

Once at the girls bathroom Brett grabbed the pistol he had in the back of his pants, he looked to Santana and signaled her.

"On three." He whisperd. She looked at the gun in his hands and slowly noded.

"One"

"Two"

"Three!"

He said kicking the door open. He pointed the gun straight through the door, and slowly walked in.

The sound of the door being kicked open made Sam and Quinn jump, Sam stepping infront of Quinn.

"Woah, WOAH!" Sam said holding his hands up to stop Brett from shooting.

"Jeeze, we thought you were getting attacked." Santana said sighing and putting her hand on Bretts sholder.

"No were fine." Quinn said. Hitting Sam in the arm.

"Then what the hell was the scream for?" Brett asked, he had anger in his tone.

Sam just laughed. "Chill B, it was nothing." he said.

"No, Sam just scared me. Were okay, really." Quinn said.

"You idiot, The last thing we need is to draw any attention okay! We honestly thought Quinn was getting attacked. Brett fucking wipped out a pistol, he could have shot you!" Santana said yelling to Sam.

Brett put the pistol back into his jeans.

"Oh come on, it was just a joke!" Sam said back with a chuckle.

"There is no time for jokes! The world is fucking ending. One wrong move and were dead! Dont you get that?" Santana said back getting into Sams face poking his chest.

Sam was angry now, he had enough of Santana and her being a bitch to both Brett and himself. So he slapped her hand away and pushed her back, which caused her to stumble into Brett. Brett quickly caught her sholders to stabalize her.

"Exactly!" He yelled in her face. "Thats exactly why I did it. Its so, depressing out there. Were all alone, no adults. We have eachother. What's wrong with a little fun! Cus to be honest I'm loosing motive to do anything anymore!" Sam said pushing past Santana and Brett.

Quinn stood there silent a small tear fell from her eyes. Brett felt so guilty. Yes they had a plan to get their siblings, but they were still human. And just 3 nights ago they were regular teens who could goof off and have fun. Now they can barley sleep without the thought of someone killing them.

Brett sighed, he turned to Santana. She was full blown silent crying. Her eyes were red and her lips were swolen. Brett reached his hand out to touch her but she flinched instead.

"Santana." Brett said in a weak voice. She just shook her head fast and Quinn walked up to her hugging her. As soon as Quinn touched her she broke down. Brett thought he should just leave the two alone, clearly they were having a personal moment.

Brett decided to follow Sam. He walked into the dine in and found him outside the front doors, throwing pebbles.

Brett approached him and sighed.

"Hey." Brett said softly.

"Im sorry man, I-I dont mean to be rude to her. Its just, I'm trying really hard to-to grasp the concept that the world is falling apart. I'm just a teen, I, i never got a girlfriend or wife, even have kids!" Sam said with tears in his eyes, he looked to Brett. "Im never gonna be able to have a family. Mom and Dad are gone, you know it. They sent us on this little trip becuase they knew they wouldn't leave the hospital alive. And, that makes me sick."

"Yea i know, its hard for all of us. Think about it. We have to go all this way to live, and we fall apon these two girls. Yes they may be bitchy but they want the same thing. I get we were teens a few days ago but think about it. Were adults, we have been adults for a while. This is just a different world were in. Different concept. But to get where we wana go we need eachother. And I say the more the merrier. I know Santana can be bitchy, but don't let her get to you. And Quinn, well shes-" Brett said getting cut off by Sam.

"Quinn is amazing! She, I dont know Brett shes nice, kind, and i like her. I dont wana leave her, i-" He said stopping himself.

"Yea, she is amazing, and so is Santana. Ok? They have been through shit, unlike us. We need to stick with them, you think they will survive on their own?" Brett said standing infront of Sam.

Sam just shook his head. "No we need to keep them safe, I mean her little brother, He must be scared like Izzy. That's all I can think about." Sam said looking past Brett.

"I know, me to, okay? Lets just go back in and apologize, okay?" Brett asked nudging Sam a little.

Sam just noded and wiped his tears away. They both were about to head in when a car alarm started to go off. They both turned to see the car about 10 yards away, lights and alarm flashing and going off. There were two sick people beside it bumping into it.

"Shit! We gotta turn that shit off." Sam said running back inside. Brett quickly followed. They walked to the booth and found Santana and Quinn sitting down talking. They both looked up hearing the alarm go off.

"Whats that?" Quinn asked.

"Is that an alarm? Why is it going off?" Santana asked. Both girls stood up panicking a little.

Brett stepped forward putting a hand on each of their sholders. "Woah, its okay. Just two sick people, they bumped into a car and set it off. Were gonna go turn off the alarm.

He reached for his bag to grab his bat, when Santana grabbed his arm.

"Wait, your gonna turn the alarm off? How?" Santana asked concerned.

"We just gotta unplug the wires." Brett said shrugging his sholders.

"What if they attack you?" Quinn asked the boys.

"I guess well jjst kill them?" Sam asked Brett who noded.

"Kill them? Is that safe?" Santana asked with panic in her face.

"If it comes to it, well have to. We dont want it to attract any attention." Brett said.

"Well were comming with, you may need backup." Quinn said grabbing the knife out of Bretts pocket.

"Woah, I dont think thats safe, we dont want you girls to get hurt." Sam said reaching for the knife in Quinns hand.

She pulled her hand away. "No, we arnt kids, we can defend ourselves, we might as well learn." Quinn said looking to Brett.

He just sighed. "Fine you can come but please listen to us, and stick with one of us okay? Now, we should have a safe word for if one of us get in trouble." Brett said going into his bag.

"Help cant work?" Santana asked.

"I guess we can keep using that, we dont hava time for a new one." Sam said Grabbing his bat and heading out the front door.

Brett grabbed his bat and followed him, with the girls close behind.

They walked outside and started towards the car. It was still going off but now there were 3 sick people around it.

Brett grips his bat stopping and turning to the others, he looked down to his watch and grunted.

"Okay its around 12 now, This is the plan, were gonna go kill them, cut the alarm then grab our shit and leave. I dont wana stay here any longer then needed." Bretts said looking to them all.

They all noded.

"Okay lets go." He said leading them over.

Once they got to the car Brett took the first sick person, he hit the guy over the head nocking him down. Sam did the same with the other sick person leaving one left. It was a girl walking, So Santana being Santana went for it. She swung at the sick person stabbing her in the chest. But the sick person didn't drop, instead she kept clawing at Santana.

She walked back with the only thing stopping the sick person from getting to her being the pocket knife which is lodged on the girls chest. Quinn quickly ran over and stabbed the girl in the back, right into the lungs. The sick person didn't stop, she kept trying to bite Santana.

Brett quickly walked over pulling the girl off Santana, then he swung his bat hitting it over the head. She fell to the ground. The girls were both panting.

"Why won't it die? We stabbed it in the heart and the lung, it should be dead!" Santana yelled, she was high on adrenalin.

"I dont know." Brett said looking to Sam, who was now fighting off the two sick people they thought they already killed.

"Brett! They arnt dying!" Sam yelled hitting one over the head again.

He pushed the girls toward the car, the alarm was still going off. "Here try to stop the alarm while we stop these guys." Then he ran over to help Sam.

Quinn quickly got in the car and popped the hood, while she tried to stop the alarm. Santana went to the hood also trying to stop it.

Brett approached Sam who was still hitting both Sick people in the body with his bat.

"Why won't they die?" Sam yelled

"I dont know." Brett said finially hitting one across the face. It dropped to the ground. Brett hit it so hard that its jaw flew off. Brett got nautious looking at it.

"Oh shit, did you just?" Sam asked hitting his again.

"Yea. Ew." Brett said covering his mouth. He was gonna turn around when he saw it moving again. It gurgle and groaned getting up, no bottom jaw. But it still tried to attack Brett.

"Fuck, well what do we do?" Sam asked Hitting his again, but it wasn't working.

"I dont know, the girls stabbed the other one but it still got up-" Brett said getting interupted by screaming.

They both hit the two dead people infront of them and turned to see Santana on the ground with the sick person on top of her. Santana had her hands on the girls neck holding her away from her face. The girl trying to claw at her. Quinn was working on the car, she looked up pulling a wire wich stopped the alarm. She turned to Brett with a pleading look of help. She had noting to stop the sick person.

Brett took off sprinting towards Santana, just as he got there he grabbed the sick person by the hair and pulled her off of Santana. Then he pulled the pistol out from his pants turning the safety off and shot it 3 times.

"BANG"

"BANG"

"BANG"

One in the stomach and two in the chest. It fell back for a second and started to move again. Brett didn't understand why they wouldn't die. He saw Santana quickly scooting backwards toward Quinn, still scared.

Brett had one last option, which was to shoot it in the head. That's exactly what he did.

"BANG!"

It dropped to the ground not moving. No more sounds comming from it. Brett was breathing heavily, then he turned to see Sam still fighting off the other two sick people. He was swinging like he was imagining it was one of the oponet football players. Oh how both Brett and Sam hated them.

Brett ran over and shot bshotthe sick people in the head. Everything went silent, all you could hear were there heavy breaths.

Sam bent forward with his hands on his knees. Quinn was on the ground hugging Santana who was just starring at the body that was just on her. Brett was looking to all of them, But kept his eye on Santana longer.

He started to walk towards the girls, he slid the eject button and opend the barrel of the revolver, dumping out the empty shells. then he reached into his pocket and grabbed 6 bullets, loading the gun again. He closed and spun the barren putting the safety back on. Then he put the gun back into the back of his pants. He sat down against the car beside the girls.

"Well good job with the car Quinn." Brett said watching sam go to the girl that attacked Santana, pulling both their pocket knifes out of the dead corpse.

"Yea, and seriously, you girls are bad ass's. You have perfect aim, I dont know why they wouldnt die tho." Sam said handing them both back their kifes.

They both grabbed it from him, smiling to him.

"Yea like you stabbed them in the heart and lung, im pretty sure thats how you kill them." Sam said sitting down infront of them.

"Well Sam. I thought the same, until I remembered they are already dead, so I dont know." Brett said sighing again. He looked to Santana. "Hey are you okay? That one got pretty close to you. Twice." He said with a little laugh, but his eyes were filled with worry.

"Yea, yea. Just a little shaken up." She said smiling a little to him.

"Well i gotta give it to you Santana, that was fucking amazing. You almost got your face chewed off but your brave." Sam said holding his hand out. "And I'm sorry for earlier, you were right. I'm 100% serious from now on. And sorry for pushing you." He had a guitly look on his face.

"No, I'm sorry to. I was just scared." Santana said smiling to him.

They shook hands, everyone burst out in laughter.

"Well we know one thing." Brett said with a smile

"Whats that?" Quinn asked.

"Quinn knows how to work a car." Sam said with a laugh. They all laughed again, Quinn slapping his arm.

"Ha, yea. But actually, I meant the fact the only way to kill these, things is to aim for the brain." Brett said.

"Yay, now we have to get close to them." Santana said.

"Well, maybe we should have given you guys better weapons, but keep those knifes just incase." Sam siad.

"Okay lets grab our shit and keep going. Its already going on 1." Brett said getting up. He moved his hand down to help Santana up.

Sam did the same for Quinn. Sam and Quinn headed for the resturant leaving Santana and Brett by the car.

Brett started walking when Santana quickly hugged him. She had her arms around his stomach and her face buried into his chest.

"Thank you. That, thing was so close to killing me. I-I dont know what I would have done if you didn't pull it off of me-" Santana said before Brett cut her off.

"I mean what I said Santana. Were going to find your brother, and I promised I wouldn't leave you, I wont let you get hurt." He said in a whisper. She just hugged him tighter. Then they also headed for the resturant side by side.