Chapter 1: On My Way.

Thin long fingers gently remove a picture held up by a broken thumb tack.

The lone figure in the room moves about quietly but weakly. Her long lioness mane has now reached pass her rear end.

Her usual taut feminine muscular body and soft supple skin are anything but.

Her skin was dry and her former soft delicate hands are now calloused from years of gripping on to ledges and objects meant to be deadly.

Her figure once full and curvaceous is now mostly skin hanging off bones. She has dropped weight to almost nothing.

Her silence has been her companion along with piles and piles of different books. Gone were the books of Hemmingway and Maya Angelou.

They were replaced with books of knowledge, college textbooks to be exact. Anything from learning different languages and cultures to survival of the grid.

Mechanics and auto body, different areas of Science, Medical, dental, accounting, finance, construction, demolition, even electrical and security.

She packed all her books, everything that meant anything in the quest of their future survival.

As she went to grab the picture from next to the small broken mirror that could barely even be called that. She caught sight of her reflection.

She was 48 years old now but everything from the last two decades was just as fresh in her mind as anything she had done 2 minutes ago.

Beneath her eyes had deep purple rings from lack of sleep along with stress lines and wrinkles. Her cheeks were hollow and sunk from malnourishment.

Her eyes were haunted and serious, there was no life in them.

The long scar on her right side of her face with another few scars on her left hit her with memories.

She was marked by that day 24 years ago, she'd never forget it. She shook her head doing her best to clear it.

She could almost hear their cruel laughter and felt her body tremble from the ghost of their unrelenting assault.

She grit her teeth and scowled but continued with moving the remaining boxes. She was almost finished.

She had 31 large boxes to move. Since she was so malnourished it was hard to lug everything where it needed to be.

She set the last box down and looked around the room. Her breath left her chapped lips in pants of clouds.

The temperature in the room was freezing. It was mid winter after all, that's how she kept track of her age. When the seasons would come and go she knew another year had passed but that was it.

It was the middle of the day. What day? She couldn't tell you. She had lost track of time and date.

The only way she knew how to tell what time it was, was by the sun. She had studied a text book on astronomy and learned what could possibly be the time but was never sure.

She had spent many days in this room, working tirelessly for 16 years now to complete her friends work, Britney's work!

Britney had been a genius before it even all began. She had years of planning it but had never actually implemented said plan. Though everyone in their school called her crazy. Britney had created something that could possibly save the world.

Quinn Fabray was the last one left of the New Directions. Hell! She was the last human alive in Lima Ohio.

She wasn't sure about the rest of the world. Columbus, Ohio was where the outbreak first happened.

The government had quarantine the state. Than they tried separating the towns that they knew where infected, like Columbus and Lima by bombing the town and city outer limits.

They had made gaping lines across the ground all the way around making it impossible for any one including zombies to get in or get out but they did, anyway.

Thanks to a dumb ass pilot named Terrance Wickfield and his idiot friend. They contaminated the rest of the U.S. escaping Columbus via air plane 8 days after the outbreak.

It was all over the news. The military had been turned in 7 weeks after the fact. That's all the virus needed was 7 weeks.

Worst of all, is that no one knew where it came from exactly. There wasn't a way to pinpoint how the hell such a thing could happen in Columbus. There's no government research labs there but they did pin it on some one.

Quinn wasn't sure about anyone else being alive around in the world at moment. The internet crash happened 2 months after the outbreak first, cutting off any answers whether the U.S had a resistance going or not.

Soon followed by the power a month and half after. She was lucky to find a small back up generator while Rachel and Britney were still alive to help her get it to their hiding place.

It lasted her a while but eventually like everything else it gave out. She wasn't sure how she would figure out who was responsible for the outbreak in Columbus but she knew that's where she'd start looking. After she made sure to secure their location properly, first.

The blonde was locked away in a secret room in a former auto factory. It wasn't very modernized.

In fact when she, Rachel, and Britney had found the place it was untouched because this part of Lima had been untouched for over 60 years before the outbreak.

You might have caught a car driving through every once in a while before the world went to shit but that was it.

The road that was a mile away from the property was the long route in and out of Lima that no one really used.

It was covered by over grown grass, high old corn fields and surrounded by woods. The building was secluded from anyone's view.

The only way to see it was from the large ocean front view but even that had tree's blocking it. You had to leave the building and step through the few trees to see the open water.

The only gas station for miles that was left, was old from around the 40's or 50's.

It was a mile down the woods across the road in the exact opposite direction of the factory but the gas station was out in the open being the only building for miles.

It looked lone and intimidating, if you believed in ghosts you'd think it were haunted. Quinn had a plan for that, though.

They wouldn't be caught off guard again. That factory had kept her safe because in the 23 years she had been hold up in there, never had a walker come anywhere near it.

She was able to walk around with out fear. It was when she made her trek to the inner city limits is where she encountered them in masses.

Quinn had already killed a lot of them but she stopped as she decided to study their behavior instead. What she had learned was shocking. She learned they also, like humans, had weaknesses.

The blonde struggled severely over the years alone. There was no more food to scavenged and the few things she did find were spoiled but she ate them anyway. She even ate grass.

Quinn looked over at the giant machine in the room. All the boxes were loaded onto it. She stepped up to the machine and swallowed thickly.

There was no actual proof that this would work because she wasn't Britney and she didn't have time to do a couple trials like Britney had but hell she had to try.

She made a promise to save them and she would, even if it killed her. It was the exact replica of the medium hand held time machine, Britney was able to create before her untimely death.

It took Britney 3 and 1/2 years to make it and 2 months to prove that it worked. Quinn replicated it in every way.

This would be her one chance and she remembered Britney telling them that if they ever made a big enough one for all of them. Than they had to choose a date and time that they could remember where they were alone and safe.

Quinn knew what date to choose. It was November 2nd, 2007 freshmen year.

It was the only date that she could come up with because it was the same day she saw Finn first kiss Rachel in the auditorium.

It was the catalyst for her anger and choice to call Puck and give him oral sex even though she knew he was Santana's boyfriend at the time.

That's how she and Santana went from being practically sisters that trusted each other with their lives to frienemies who would fight each other tooth and nail to be the top Queen Bee.

It was the day she realized what a real asshole Puck was back then. She remembers being hurt but not because her boyfriend cheated on her.

She was hurt because Finn could kiss Rachel but she couldn't. Finn could ask Rachel on a date but she couldn't. Because Rachel wanted Finn not her.

She didn't know everything that she knew now, though. She didn't know what lay just beneath the surface of those beautiful deep chocolate irises that fawned over Finn.

Quinn remembers that day coming out of the shower and glancing at the time nervously.

6:42 pm, 52 minutes later she'd be on her knees with a childish Puck not so gently thrusting into her mouth until he was done with her.

He didn't even hear her leave even though she slammed his door shut as she left.

Her parents were at her sister's graduation that weekend and she didn't want to go. So she made up the excuse about coach Sylvester needing her that weekend to set up a new routine for the upcoming competition. Seeing as how she was the youngest head cheerio in Mckinely high history, they had ate it up.

Quinn swallowed as her eyes slightly glistened with tears. She trembled nervously but also due to weakness.

If it didn't work she'd die from starvation or freeze to death because there was no heat, no food and no one else alive to help her.

Quinn pulled out the polaroid camera that had one picture left and batteries she had been saving for this one moment.

A moment Britney had wanted to document. After taking the photo she nodded to herself and stepped up to the machine.

She punched in the date but not the exact time instead setting it to 3 minutes earlier, than she typed in the coordinates.

If this worked she would save them all, she would save Rachel. The blonde punched the big red button and waited under a few seconds with bated breath.

The machine whirred to life and slowly the bars began to spin counter clockwise. Gaining speed, a current of gray blue began covering the bars.

When the current made contact with her skin, she screamed from the pain as a bright light engulfed her muffling the sound before everything went black.