So this one is slightly longer than the first and I hope it will continue that way for the future chapters. I will be posting every week, and remember I don't plan on abandoning this story and there will be no Finn bashing or any of the sort, he's just his usually dumb self. Artie, Mike, and Tina aren't in this chapter a lot but they are still there, just try squinting your eyes and maybe you'll see em.

Chapter 2.

{Day#1}

"AHHH! Get it away from me!" Finn was standing on top of a desk with a broom swatting at a flesh eating Karofsky, hoping it would move on to someone else already.

"I'm trying!" Blaine yelled, but he jumped back every time the creature snapped his teeth at him.

"Why is he only trying to eat m-AHH! He almost got me! I'm gonna die!"

"Will you both just shut up? And stop moving so much! I'm trying to take a picture."

"What is wrong with you Santana!?" She shrugged, not caring for anything else- besides Brittany- just as long she gets a picture.

"Ohh! It's perfect! I got the perfect picture!"

"Let me see!"

'Splash!'

"Oh my god-I just… Oh my god."

"Ms. Pillsbury...What did you do…?" Mercedes asked, sounding offended, she was hunched over in the corner of the choir room.

"I-I think I killed it?" let go of the bloody lamp that was stuck in his head and clutched her stomach. "Blaargh!"

I was in the mall parking lot strolling a cart that had a couple of my weapons in it, right now I was trying to decide if I should A) kill the couple dozen zombies that were roaming the parking lot, or B) just leave them there for someone else. I took my camera that was around my neck and took a picture of the zombies wandering around.

Hmm. Fight the zombies now, or possibly later...

Making my decision I pulled my gun from its holster, aimed and quickly put a bullet in the back of the zombies head.

'Thud'

"That was extremely loud." All of the white eyed monsters were now staring at me."I'm guessing you guys think so too?" I put my gun back in its holster and grabbed my bat out of the cart, and swung as hard as I could at one of the zombies that was charging at me. The base of the bat broke open its skull with a satisfying squoosh.

When I pulled back I pointed my bat at the next closest zombie to me, waiting for it to come closer, before taking a step forward and striking the bat into the stomach, so he bent down, then with the bat over my head I jumped, arched my back and slammed the bat onto the zombie's head. It was dead again before it even hit the ground. Could this be anymore fun?

I took my other gun that was strapped to my thigh, except this one had a suppressor so I won't attract anymore zombies near the mall. I took a deep breath and cracked my neck side to side. Ok, let's do this!

"That way." Sam instructed while pointing to the other side of the hallway. He sidestepped the dead person and slowly walked, with a tall trophy in his hands, followed by the rest of the glee club.

"Guys, what's that noise?"

"What noise?" Puck asked. All he could hear was hissing that sounded kinda like a snake.

"Ughhh," Zombie Principal Figgins popped out from the open door in the hallway. He had blood all over his face and his clothes were teared.

"Ohh, you mean that." Zombie Figgins was now running as fast as he could with one foot. "Oh no."

"Other way! The other way! Go!" Sam shouted and everyone scatter around the hallway or ran into empty class rooms.

Peaches or Pears. Peaches or Pears… Mhmm. Eh, why not both? I put them in the cart along with my weapons. Next aisle then. I wonder how everyone else is doing right now.

There were now 3 of them surrounding Sam and Quinn. Sam now had a hockey stick and Quinn had a crow bar that she found in someone's locker-god know why it was there in the first place. They had their backs against each other and were in a fighting stance with their weapons out. "Three... Two... One!" All at once everyone including the walkers charged at one another. Quinn chose the one closest to her, which happened to be one of the cheerios that she didn't mind so much and swung the bar at the head of the zombie. She tried to take it back but it wouldn't budge. Sam tripped zombie Figgens and then smashed his head with the tip of the hockey stick. "Watch out!" Quinn gave the crowbar a final tugg and then threw it at the one that almost got Sam. The zombie stumbled but was still standing, Sam turned around, brought the stick above

His head then slammed it down as hard as he could. Blood and brain splattered across Sam's face and shirt.

"Thanks." Sam said. Quinn nodded her head as her 'Your welcome'. "Was that ?"

I turned the corner and was about to grab a couple bags of Takis when I heard a low snarl behind me. Fuck. I quickly reached for my gun and turned around fast only to find the one and only Sue Slyvester. "Well I'll be damned. How are you during this fine evening?" I pulled up my purge mask.

"How the hell did you of all people make it this far." Sue hissed ignoring my question. I raised my eyebrow at her. She was dressed in a black tracksuit and had black sunglasses raised on top of her head. She also had what looked like a crossbow in her hands.

"It's been half a day."

"Exactly!" I shake my head feeling very offended and put my gun back in its holster. I continued to walk down the aisle after grabbing some Takis. "Someone like you would have tried to sing their way out of this!" I wasn't that obsessed with singing. Right? Whatever, it doesn't matter. "You're staying with me. I'm gonna need something to sacrifice to those monsters outside. Now you're not infected, are you?"

"Of course I'm not inf- wait what?"

"I said you're staying with me. Or do I need to sing it to you so you'll understand?"

"No, I heard you loud and clear but I don't think it's such a great-"

"Imma stop you right there Streisand," I snap my mouth shut, "the next words to come out of that loud mouth of yours better not be some long boring lecture about why-"

'Crash!'

"What was that?" Sue asked and hid behind me. Maybe I should stay with her for her own safety. I guess I already have Rule 8, kinda and Rule 29.

Rule#8: Get a Kickass Partner

Rule#29: The Buddy System

"How would I now." I whispered back then took my bat from the cart. "Get away from me." I demanded and took a step closer to where I heard the crash. Standing at the register was a tall huge zombie with its guts hanging out. "Eww. That's just… Eah." The zombie whipped its head to the side staring directly at me.

"Did you get him?" Kurt asked Sam when he opened the door to the classroom him, Blaine and Mercedes were in. Kurt took a better look at Sam and saw he had a hockey stick in his hand and blood splattered across his face. Quinn and Sam split up to find everyone.

"Yeah. Yeah, no I got him," He cleared his throat "He's dead." Sam had an uneasy expression, he took a look around the classroom they were in. It was dark and quiet. Creepy. "Where are the others?" He asked.

"Were not sure. We all kinda just ran away from . You know like 'Fight or Flight', yeah we just chose flight..." Blaine slowly answered Sam. "We should probably go find them before they get eaten." Sam nodded his head rapidly.

"You want some chips?" I moved the bag of Takis toward Sue as a peace offering. We were both sitting on the roof of the mall after I took the big guy out downstairs. He sure put up a fight. Sue glared at me, she looked very annoyed. Oh well, more for me. 'Chomp, champ, slurp!' Can never go wrong with some Coke and Takis. I turned back to Sue and offered a can of peaches this time.

"Fine." She grumbled and swiped the can out of my hand. "Do you atleast have something I can open this with?" Well of course I do. I had the canopener right beside me in case she did accept the peaches. I handed the opener with a bright smile. Not a bad start I suppose. 'Crunch!'

"So um, what now?" Quinn shrugged her shoulders at Pucks question and continued to let a baby duck eat her hair while she stared off into space. After they found the rest of the glee club and made it out of the school they walked to the park to rest and see some ducks-only because Santana threatened them on behalf of Brittany. "I mean we should probably go to the mall and get some food right? Who knows how long we'll be here."

"You don't really wanna go to the mall, do you? Have you not seen 'Dawn Of The Dead'? You'll be dead faster than you could say 'Threesome.'" Santana commented after she recovered from almost falling in the lake when she was trying to feed a chick. Puck scrunched up his nose in disgust. When is he ever gonna have sex again?

"So how are we going to get food then? I'm starving." Sam stated while washing his bloody shirt the best he could in the lake with birds trying to steal it. "Hey! Stop that! Give it back!"

"Has anyone seen Rachel at all today? Like before all this happened?" Quinn asked out of nowhere. Many of them shook their heads or shrugged their shoulders.

"Do you think she became one of them? I mean I can't imagine Berry lasting a day." In the distance you could hear a loud gunshot go off, everyone got quiet and looked at each other questionably. "Did you guys hear that?"

"Of Course we heard it, Puckerman! I'm sure half of Lima heard it!"

"Jeez Satan, just making sure it wasn't all in my head. My therapist said I tend to hear things that aren't real." Puck mumbled the last part.

"It sounded like it was coming from over there." Quinn pointed to the direction of the mall, "I'm going to check it out." She stood from the ground and started to walk away from everyone. They were close enough anyways so why not?

"Hey! Did you not hear me early, Fabray!? You're gonna get yourself killed!" Santana sprinted up behind Quinn and turned her around by roughly pulling her arm. "You can't go out there alone!"

"What if someone needs help? I can't just stand here and do nothing. What if it's Rachel trying to fend for herself?"

"I know about your thing for her but you can't-"

"Don't be an idiot. I don't have a thing for her." Quinn stated too fast for her to not be suspicious. She crossed her arms and glared at the raven haired girl.

"What are you guys talking about? I heard you say Rachy's name, ooh is it about Quinn being in love with Rachel? They would be such a cute couple if Quinn finally confessed to Rachy. Don't you think San?" Brittany asked after she was done untangling a bird from her hair.

"I'm not in love with Rachel! Stop saying that!" Quinn shouted at them both. The whole Glee club was now staring at them with interest.

"Oh can it Q, we all know you like her. I see you staring at her legs and boobs when she isn't looking. And I'm pretty sure everyone knows you were the one that drew that picture of her in the girls bathroom." Santana said. Quinn's face flushed even more, she looked away from Santana and stared at the ground with her jaw clenched.

"Actually I didn't know." Finn said while raising his hand, like he had a question.

"You don't count Finn. You're dumber than a monkey." Mercedes told Finn and the rest of the club nodded their heads in agreement.

'Bang!'

"I'm going to see if someone needs help, so you can come with me or not. I don't care." Quinn turned around and walked back to the direction of the mall again.

'God damn it. Why does she have to try and be the hero?' "Wait!" Quinn stopped and faced Santana, "You can't do this alone, I mean I know you can take care of yourself or whatever but you'll probably die anyways so Britts and I will come with to make sure you don't."

Quinn stared at her for a moment."Is that all? I figured you would say something a little more heart warming."

"Fuck off."

"No, seriously I couldn't tell if that was a compliment or if you were insulting me."

"You know calling me 'Streisand' isn't exactly a 'mean' nickname." I told Sue after we left the mall to find my car that was a little further West, by the Lima motel. "It's a compliment if anything." I took my gun and shot another zombie near us.

"Whatever. Where are we going to RuPaul?" RuPaul, really? I mean is it even necessary to call me a name at all? "It's getting dark and you need some sleep." Just me? This lady looks like she hasn't been sleeping for days. "I won't rest until I kill one of these bastards." I guess It is getting too dark for my liking. So might as well get some shut eye I suppose. We just passed the sign that said 'Motel' when there was a sudden scream. I jumped.

"Get away!" Sue and I shared a glance before I took off into the direction of one of the motel rooms. It was too dark now to see anything so I ran into the room I thought the person was in. Nope, not this one. "Someone help!" I followed the scream and it led me to a room on the far end. I couldn't see much, just shadow figures. There were 4 of them. Three of the shadow figures were huddled in a corner, the other one was hunched and slowly walking to the three of them. Just before what I thought was the zombie jumped at them I quickly took my gun from its holster, it had a silencer obviously and I aimed at the head of the walker.

'Pew.'

It fell to the ground and the people that were still in the corner stopped freaking out as much as there were a minute ago. I didn't lower my gun, instead I pointed it at them this time. "Who are you people? Did anyone get bit or scratched?" I had to make sure no one was infected before I left them. There was whispering before the second tallest one was slowly walking my way. I aimed my gun directly at the person's head. She smelled like coco, it was making me kinda dizzy. "Don't come any closer. I need to know if you're infected."

"Rach? Is that you?" My eyes widen in realization.

"Quinn."

"Mierada! I just stepped in dog poop."

:)

You're in the zombie apocalypse and you are forced to choose between A) Your best friend or, B) Anyone in the world that you would most likely survive with. Now you can only choose one. Lemme know if you're a traitor or would die with your best friend! 'Til next time folks.