Sam got out the window with Bretts bag, He saw Santanas bag that Brett threw out and picked it up aswell. He carefully walked to the left like Brett said. The roof was obviously slanted so it was hard to be fast on it without falling, expecially while holding 2 extra heavy backpacks. After he got far enough he saw Quinn and Santana sitting down on a flatter peice of roof.
They both stood at the sight of him.
"Holly Fuck Troudy Mouth, what happend?" Santana asked. Quinn walked over to him.
"Did you get attacked?" Quinn asked looking him over, to see if he got bit or scratched.
"Nope, just took down like 2 dozen sick people." He said smiling. He noticed their faces were still shocked, so he looked down and understood why.
He was coverd in blood, not his though. But it defanetly smelt, must have been to destracted to notice.
"Where is Brett?" Santana asked noticing Sam carrying his backpack, but not seeing Brett herself.
"Yea?" Quinn said.
Sam sighed. "He won't leave until you guys are safe." Sam said walking to the edge of where they are and seeing what Brett meant.
"What! You just left him inside alone! In danger!" Santana yelled getting angry.
"Wait San, Hear him out-" Quinn said getting cut off by Santana.
"No, I'm going back for him. I cant fucking believe you Troudy mouth. He's your fucking brother!" She screamed pushing him back a little.
"San wait-" Quinn said getting cut off again.
Sam just started throwing Santana, and Bretts bag over to the roof of the next house. See Sam and Brett grew up doing everything together, they basically think the same, sometimes they even finish eachothers sentences. Sam knew as soon as he saw the roof, thats what Brett had planned.
It was close eough for them to jump over, not far enough for the sick people to fall if they follow Brett out the window.
Sam then grabbed Quinns bad from her and threw hers, then he did the same for his own. Quinn watched wondering what he was doing. But the whole time he did so, Santana was bitching at him.
"Your just gonna ignore me? I said hes your fucking brother. Twin to be exact. He fucking saved our lives more then i can count. We can't leave him. SAM WE CANT LEAVE HIM!" She finally said.
Sam can see the tears in her eyes. He then walked up to her, just as he reached out for her arm she slapped him across the face.
"Santana!" Quinn said with a warning voice.
Santana had her chest heaving up and down. She was furious Sam would just leave Brett behind.
Sam just looked back at her and grabbed her right upper arm, pulling her to the edge of the roof.
"What, are you gonna kill me to now?" She said with a sarcastic laugh.
Sam also grabbed the back of her belt with his other hand, lifting her up a bit.
Santana took note of her almost off the ground, she started to panic.
"Wait Sam, I didnt mean it. I was joking-" She said, then she started to scream. "Ahhhhhhhh."
Sam grabbed her tighter and lifted her up, pulling her back a little then throwing her onto the next roof. She landed on all the bags with an "Ouf".
Quinn realized what Sam was doing and ran to help Santana, but was to late. She was already on the other roof.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You just tossed her to another roof!" Quinn shouted as she shoved Sam in the chest.
"Quinn, keep it down. Okay?" He said grabbing her arm.
Santana layed flat on the bags as if she was dead, but rolled off them and onto her back groaning. "Ugh. I'm gonna kill you Troudy mouth." She said lowly through her groans.
"You asshole, shes my sister. She could have fallen off. Or broke a bone!" Quinn said.
Quinn was so busy ranting she didn't notice Sam grab her arm or the back of her belt until she was off the ground.
Brett leaned against the dresser thats pushed against the door. 'These fuckers are strong.' Brett thought to himself. He was using all his strength to hold them off. So the people that he now considered is family could escape. What kind of leader would he be if he didn't take chances just like the others did?
"Please hurry Sam, Please." He said through his grunts as the sick people kept pushing the door.
Quinn was in the air and landing on the bags before she knew it. Groaning from being winded.
She also rolled off the bags, and onto Santana who hadn't moved yet.
"Fuck, your boyfriend is an ass Quinn." Santana said holding her stomach.
"Hes not my boyfriend." Quinn replied back.
"Hurry up girls, move!" He yelled over.
They both slowly got up and moves against the wall, they sat down and tried to catch their breaths.
Sam turned around and walked back to the window. He looked inside for a second, you could see his lips move then he was running. Running towards them. He got to the edge and jumped.
He landed on his feet, but the impact was to much so he rolled into the girls.
"Ouf." He said.
"Yea try getting tossed over. By the way, how did you know you could lift us?" Santana asked
"What do you mean? You guys weigh like nothing. Back at football practice we had to carry 200 pounds on our backs as we ran, our coach was crazy." He said with a little laugh.
Quinn also laughed and hit him in the sholder. "You asshole, why didnt you just tell us?" She asked.
"Do you really think Satan here would have jumped. I could tell by the way she kept looking down that she's scared of heights. Plus it was funny." He said laughing again. Then he whistled.
Brett started to think about Izzy, how he is determind to get to her. His thoughts drifted off to his parents, he hoped they were either at the safehouse or still alive.
He kept thinking, how lucky Sam and himself were to find these girls. They are both strong independent women. And they lucked out on what they both want. Their siblings.
He smiled to himself, he really liked Santana. Quinn to, but he liked liked Santana. He was never one for the dating life, he wanted to wait till he found someone he liked enough.
He was mid thought about Santana and her chocolate eyes when he heard screaming. A few minutes later Sam was outside the window. "Lets go Brett!" He said making Brett snap back into reality.
He saw sam take off then about 5 minutes later he heard the whistle. Brett moved away from the dresser to test how long he had. He didnt have long, they emedietly were able to open the door.
Brett had one shot, and he wasn't gonna mess it up. He stood away from the door. holding the dresser up with his hands, not his body.
Then he stepped away letting the door open a little. then he quickly pushed it closed and turned to the window running.
He jumped through the window perfectly, not hiting an edge. He flew out and landed on the roof. He rolled from the impact and tried to stop himself. He managed to grab on before he fell off. The sick people were now storming through the room and to the window, all trying to get through the window at once.
He stood up and saw Santana and Quinn against the other houses roof. Thank God Sam did what his plan was. He was starting to think he didnt understand. He started sprinting towards them. "Sam move!" He screamed.
The three were sitting there laughing, that was until Santana rememberd why she was mad.
She gave Sam a dirty look as he kept laughing. "Where the fuck is your brother!" She demanded.
Just as on cue, Brett dove out the window. The two girls both watched as he almost fell off.
"Shit!" Quinn said causing Sam to look back.
He got up and started sprinting towards them, like Sam did. Except Brett had what looked like a dozen sick people chasing him.
"Sam move!" He yelled as he hit the edge of the roof. Sam quickly rolled off just as Brett hit the backpacks.
He layed there still for a minute groaning. "Ughh."
They all sat/layed in silence. The girls watched as the sick people walked right off the roof.
"Sam, why couldn't you throw the bags so we land on the compfy side." Brett says before groaning again.
The three laugh at Brett.
"Holly fuck Troudy mouth, you just let me talk shit to you and slap you across the face? Why didnt you just say he was comming?" Santana asked.
"Like I said it was fun." He said earning a slap on the sholder from Quinn.
"Fuck, when we woke up this morning, I didnt expect this type of adventure." Brett said into the backpack.
"Yea, i mean I just had a nice shower like 2 hours ago, now I think im worse then before." Santana said looking down to her clothes they were drenched in blood, and her face and neck to.
Sam did the same. "Yea, im with you Satan."
"Well i feel fine." Quinn said with a smile that said 'ha, you losers'
Santana and Sam looked to eachother with evil smiles. Then they looked to Quinn. She ended up catching on and quickly stood up.
"No, don't! I'm serious!" She said trying to step over them.
Santana moved first and planted a nice big hug to Quinn. She squeeked in suprise and stoped walking. Then Sam went for her legs, she was fully covered.
Quinn lost balance and the girls fell ontop of Brett with a big "Ouf" from all three.
Sam laughed when Brett groaned.
"Okay guys let's get somewhere safe for the night." Sam said standing up helping Quinn up and into a hug.
"I say we just crash here." Brett said from still laying on the backpacks. Santana layed ontop of him, their backs were facing eachother.
"Yea, i mean I have a nice bed, so I'm good." Santana said trying to get comfy. In return she only made Brett groan more.
"No, come on we cant stay, its gonna rain soon. I say we take off into that direction." Sam said pointing north. "We find shelter, eat, rest. Then we can leave at first light tomorrow. I honeslty thought we would be there by now, but these sick people are making it hard." He said still hugging Quinn but they were both looking to the two laying on the roof.
"Sam im exausted, please cant we just jump a few more roofs then break into another house? we can stay in one bedroom, or block off the top floor, take turns with night watches." Santana said whinning at the thought of walking after the stressful situation they just went through.
"Why would we take turns watching?" Quinn asked. Santana sat up and looked to her.
"Honey were not in kansas anymore, there are these - things now, we need someone awake to warn the other just incase." Santana said. She started to get up when Brett quickly caught her arm and pulled her down onto her back beside him. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her in tight.
"No don't leave, I'm tired." Brett said snuggling into her.
Quinn and Sam just laughed.
"I agree with San, were to tired to go down and look for shelter. Plus there are to many of them, lets get a house as far away from this one, clear the top floor and just sleep there. Well leave at first light." Quinn says getting out of Sams hug and helping Santana up.
Brett just held on tighter.
"Quinn come on." Sam whined trying to give her puppy dog eyes.
"No Sam, look, your brother will barely wake up. Who's gonna carry him around, you? And if we get attacked were screwed. You two are our main defense, me and San cant do it all alone." She said nugging Brett with her foot to release Santana.
He just groans.
"Brett let go or im gonna push you off this roof." Quinn said pulling on Santana.
Brett quickly let go.
Santana just laughed. "Okay, i guess you boys can carry the backpacks. Thanks." Quinn said walking with the laughing latina.
Both boys groaned. "Dam." Sam said pushing Brett off the Bags.
"Dude your so whipped. And you got in trouble." Brett said laughing as he got up, he put his backpack on and grabbed Santanas bag.
Sam did the same for his and Quinns.
"Dude shut up. If Santana told you to jump off this roof you would." Sam said pushing his brother forward.
"No!" Brett fought back.
"Yea, what took you guys so long when me and Quinn guarded the front? Were you fucking or something?" Sam said joking.
Brett quickly turned grabbing Sams collar of his shirt pushing him into the wall of the house. "Dont talk about her like that." Brett growled with clenched teeth.
Sam gulped looking at his brother. He knew Brett never got attached to girls, or fall for them. But he could tell from when we met the girls Brett liked Santana, just like he liked Quinn.
Sam noded. "Im sorry, it was just a joke." He said as Brett slowly let go of his collar.
"Guys lets go! I needs a nap!" Santana yelled to them.
Both guys hurried up and jumped to the next roof.
After about 10 houses they found one that looked promising.
Santana was trying to open the window, she was clearly struggling.
Brett walked up to her. "Here let me help." He said moving her over. She watched triedly.
Quinn was leaning against Sam who could barely hold himself up. It was almost 8pm. They were all exausted.
Brett pulled his knife out. "I tried everything, it won't budge, well need to either go back one or to the next." Santana said as Brett quickly unlocked it.
They all heard a click and the window started to slide open. Santana watched eyes wide, mouth open.
"Sam." Brett said keeping him awake. "Come clear the floor with me. Well try and block the stairs." He said as he pushed Sam into the new room.
"But the window was locked, how did you?" Santana asked still shocked.
Brett grabbed Quinn next helping her in as Santana kept asking questions.
"Wait, do you have like, super powers? How did you do it?" She asked.
Brett laughed. "No, maybe your just tired." He said now grabbing her, and heading into the window.
"No im not!" Santana fought back. Brett pushed her towards the window where Sam was helping her in as Quinn watched the room door.
Brett turned to his left, the direction they just came from. He swears he saw a person, like a real person walking. He shook his head pinching the bridge of his nose. 'Defanetly seeing things.' He thinks to himself.
He walks over to the window to get in, his head was down, eyes closed and his hand was pinching the bridge of his nose. He wasnt listening when he walked into something.
Well, his groin ran into something. He opend his eyes and removed his hand from his face. All he saw was ass. Ass he's secretly been thinking about since he got to hold it in his hands when they all met for the first time.
Brett was looking down until his leering was interupted.
"Sam, you idiot help me up. Wait I think my foot is stuck." She says trying to look back, but Sam was holding her down a little.
Brett looked up to see Sam smirking and winking at him. "Hey Brett, push her in for me?" He said with an evil glint in his eye.
Brett rolled his eyes.
"Sam, seriously get off!" Santana said pushing his hand off her back. She then put her hands against the wall, lifting herself up to look back at Brett.
Brett was unfortunately not looking at her face. She watched him stare at her ass. She was tempted to move back or just shake her ass to see what he does.
It was about 30 seconds when Santana heard Sam clear his throat. This caused Brett to look up and lock eyes with Santana. He stood frozen for a second, she just smirked at him.
"Hey my shoes stuck on something, can you get it free? This isint as comfortable as it looks." She says as they are still having a staring contest.
Brett nods but doesn't look away.
"Well me and Quinn are gonna clear the floor while you two do - whatever this is." Sam said pointing back and forth between them.
Neither answerd him as he and Quinn left the room.
"Soooo, you checking my ass out Blondie?" Santana asks with a smirk.
Brett started to studer. "Um w-well, no. I was j-just looking at, umm. Looking at my shoe. Yea, I need a new pair." He said noding to himself. He looked away from Santana, to nervous to make eye contact. Something caught his eye again, it was a figure in the backyard a few houses down, it looked like they were watching him.
'Could that be a human? The sick people wouldn't just stand and stare.' He thought to himself.
Santana just laughed. "Its okay, but could you free my foot? This is starting to hurt, and I'm basically hanging here." She says trying to re position her hands to hold herself up better.
Brett was still looking out to where he saw the figure. Santana looked back to him when he didnt move. "Hey, Brett?" She asked
This caught his attention making them connect eyes again.
"A little help?" She asked trying to move her leg.
Brett noded and looked down to her right food which was in fact stuck. Santanas left foot was slightly off the floor. You could tell all her weight was hanging on the other side. The only thing holding her back from falling was a - shoe lace. It got stuck between the roof tiling and the wall.
Brett pulled on her leg, but it didn't give.
"Really San, you just had to get your shoe stuck. We were so close to sleeping." He said as a joke, but it came out annoyed. He was so tired he let it slip.
"Wow Brett, you know i actually planned for my shoe to get stuck, you probably didn't know this but I'm a huge attention whore." She said back with attitude.
"Forget it ill get it out myself." She said pulling on her leg. Her hands slipped and she fell back down. She let out a big sigh, her head basically resting on the carpet inside the room. All her blood was going to her head, giving her a headache. Her thigh was hurting from her leg being pulled down.
"You know what, let's just cut it." Brett said grabbing his knife. He leaned down grabbing her right foot with his left hend. he had his back towards the window, he slightly leaned up against it to hold himself up.
He shook his head a bit to re focus, he was really tired. he brought the knife to the shoe lace and with one swipe, the shoe lace broke.
Since Brett was really tired, he miss judged everything, it was a big mistake. First, he had Santanas leg pinned in between his arm and body. Second, her leg was being pulled down by the shoe lace, but all her body weight was on the other side, which was pulling her the other way aswell. Finally, Brett was leaning back towards the window for support.
As soon as the lace broke, her leg came swinging up still tucked into Bretts body. On the other side of the window, Santana falls head first to the floor and onto her back groaning.
Sam walked into the room to Santana falling onto her back and Brett being pulled through the window backwards, right onto Santana.
Sam quickly ran over and grabbed Brett before he could land on Santana and crush her.
"Dude are you okay?" Sam asked Brett who was limp in Sams arms.
"Peachy." Brett said sarcastically while giving him a dirty look.
Santana just kept groaning. "That was more painful then expected." She said rolling over so Sam could drop Brett.
Once she was out of the way Sam layed Brett down gently. Bretts back was on the ground but his legs were still out the window.
"We left for like five minutes and came back to Brett almost killing you, i thought your shoe was stuck?" Quinn asked.
"It was, this ass just cut my shoe lace without thinking. He was still holding my leg and got pulled with me I guess." Santana said sitting up against the wall.
Brett stood up. "In my defense, you were getting angry and told me to hurry up." Brett said heading for the door.
"Um, maybe not brother." Sam says causing Brett to give him a questioning look.
"We didn't bother going downstairs, we were to tired." Sam said shrugging his sholders.
"Yea we just cleared this floor. No sick people, but we moved all the furniture to block the stairs." Quinn said setting up her bead on the floor.
"Yea, you can only walk to the bathroom, so were all gonna sleep in this room tonight. Together and safe." Sam said setting his up on the other side of the room.
Brett just noded, he walked over to Santana and helped her up. She gave him a silent "Thanks" then walked to Quinn and made her bed. He stumbled over to Sam to make his own bed.
Sam noticed him walking funny. "Hey B, how's the ankle?" He asked.
"Its all good bro." Brett said giving Sam a smile then laying in his bed.
After everyone was settled and sleeping, Brett sat up taking first watch. He munched on a sandwich while he held his knife.
2 hours went by, everything seemed clear. No sounds, no sick people. Brett was finally able to stop worrying. He sat up against the wall looking at Santana.
He fell asleep watching her. Happy they made it though another day.
But what the 4 didn't know, was that they were being watched.