Skye was fighting of the man, the man that killed coach Beiste. She now realized what was going on, the man at the hospital yesterday and the older woman that attacked Quinn and Santana, they were dead. The dead were walking among them, feasting on the living. She knew she had to go for the head, that seemed to be the way to kill them, well to make sure they stayed down.
Holding him off from biting her, her arm against his throat, she reached for the closest thing she could find. A glass that was knocked over. She grabbed it and smashed it against his head, knocking him off of her. She ran back to her seat, taking her butterfly knife out of her backpack, glad she always had it with her.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, trying to take a hold off her, it was coach Beiste. She pushed the now dead coach away from her and took a hold of the knife. Making a swift movement to take a hold of the coach's hair, pulling it backwards so she couldn't bite her. A shiver went down Skye's spine as she plunged the knife right through the coach's eye, it seemed to do the trick. Blood splattered all over her, as she removed the knife.
Skye froze for a moment, the man ended up tackling her to the ground as well. She stabbed the knife through his eye as he was on top of her. She closed her eyes, to catch her breath with the dead body still laying on top of her. More dead coming towards her and falling on top of her as well, thankfully she was able to take them all out, before they could get a nibble on her.
It seemed that the dead weren't paying attention to her anymore. Grabbing her backpack she took this as her chance to exit the building, she was able to walk in between them, it was like they couldn't even see her, like she was camouflaged from them. To be fair, she smelled like death, with all the blood from the infected on her.
She hurried her way over to the hotel, figuring that everyone went there to hide away. Grabbing some supplies, mostly water and cans of food on the way there.
It was silent in the hotel as everyone was in shock, mostly Sam. He promised his parents that he would take care of his cousin, he felt as if he had failed.
Over the radio the police were explaining the situation. How people were dying and coming back to life, they didn't know how, but the CDC was looking into it. People were told to stay inside and to gather as much food and water as they could, they didn't know how long this would take yet.
There was a knock on the door, Brittany went to open it, right before anyone could protest.
"Skye?!" Sam yelled as he ran towards her, hugging her. "We thought you had died."
"Dude what the hell, you smell like a corpse." Santana spoke, covering her nose.
"Are you hurt?" Quinn questioned her, looking over her.
"No, I'm fine... Physically at least. This is not my blood." Skye explained to them. "And yeah, it smells bad, bad enough that even the dead didn't want to come near me." She looked around the room and her gaze fell on Mr Schue, she raised her hand, that was holding her knife, pointing it at him. "You... You left me to die."
Mr Schue gulped, taking a step backwards. "I'm sorry, I thought it was too late. I'm glad to see that you're alive."
Skye ignored his apology. "I'm gonna wash this blood off of me." She went into the bathroom without another word. Glares were send in Mr Schue's direction.
"You left her?" Sam asked him, clearly angry. "You said she didn't make it, that they got her, that she was dead when you left."
"One of the dead had attacked her, I was sure it got her." Mr Schue explained.
"Whatever, you're just a coward." Sam spoke, moving to the balcony, to get away from him.
