Skye had managed to sneak away from the group, she didn't want to be around them, not after the previous night. She went to the city, wanting to test a theory. She took down a walker she came across on the way there. She took the walker down, cutting it open, spreading it's blood over herself, nearly throwing up in the process.
The city was overrun already, she held onto the butterfly knife, moving close to a small group of walkers, she sighed in relief when they completely ignored her. Her theory was correct, the blood was like a camouflage to them.
She checked out a couple stores, grabbing two duffel bags, filling one with clean clothes, food, medicine and water. She went to a several stores, grabbing some walkies, knives, even managing to find a machete and pickaxe. She got a handgun with some ammo as well, deciding to use it only for emergencies, as she figured making a lot of noise would be a bad idea.
"I can't believe it, she left." Sam looked towards Kitty, who was on watch with Artie.
"Oh whatever Sam, the girl's a murderer. With the police gone, you think she won't kill more people now?" Kitty rolled her eyes at him, her words earned her a slap in the face from Quinn.
"You don't even know the full story." Quinn glared at her, earning a raised eyebrow from Sam. "She told me about it, the day before nationals. Right before she ki-, went to sleep. Her father was going to kick her out and she lost control of her anger."
"What? Why would my uncle kick her out of the house?" Sam asked her, crossing his arms.
Quinn looked at Santana for a moment, remembering how painful it was when Finn outed her. "She was caught having sex with someone and her dad lost it." Santana seemed to catch on and nodded at Quinn. Quinn cleared her throat. "I'm going to look for her."
"I'm coming with you. Just the two of us, we won't go far. She couldn't have gone to far." Santana spoke and left together with Quinn. After they were far enough so nobody could hear them. "The person she was caught with, was a girl, wasn't it?" Quinn nodded to confirm it. "Yeah I understand not being able to control your emotions then, I mean it's bad what she did, but I get it. It hurt like hell when abuela kicked me out."
"I mean being kicked out of your home is horrible. I mean, I've been there too." Quinn said, with a sad expression, remembering when her dad kicked her out, after discovering she was pregnant.
"Is that why you care so much?" Santana looked at the blonde, a small grin, suspicious. After not receiving a reply, she continued. "I'm pretty sure you nearly said that she kissed you. And you've been really flirty with her."
"Is it that obvious?" Quinn asked as Santana nodded, slightly amused. The only girl she'd ever been with was Santana, at Mr Schue's wedding. She'd always was drawn to girls, I mean she did draw pornographic pictures of Rachel in the bathroom stalls before, but she always pushed those feelings away, trying to date the most popular guys.
"I've always suspected you weren't straight. Definitely not after Mr Schue's wedding, you didn't even hesitate to go for a second round." The Latina spoke, laughing lightly and earning a role of the eyes from the blonde.
The two stopped, hearing something in the bushes. They jumped as Skye walked out of the bushes, startling her as well, resulting in Skye pulling a handgun out, pointing it at them.
"God damn! I could've killed you." Skye glared at them, lowering her gun. "Why aren't you with the others?"
"We went out to look for you." Santana answered, crossing her arms. "Obviously."
"Are you hurt?" Quinn asked, seeing the blood.
"No it's from the dead. I had to test a theory. The blood works as some kind of camouflage." Skye told them.
"Are you crazy?!" Santana nearly yelled.
"Maybe a little bit." Skye shrugged, chuckling.
"You could've died." Quinn said, clearly worried.
"I'm sorry for worrying you." Was the brunette's reply. "But I did get some supplies, we do have a big group to take care off, so. I got everyone a knife and I found a machete and pickaxe. The gun is for emergencies only. Oh and I got walkies, so we can stay in contact when someone goes for a supply run." She started walking back towards the camp, the others following. "We should make a camp, like build a wall to protect us from the walkers, I mean not all of us are capable of running if we get attacked. So we'll need to get wood, nails, hammers, some tents and probably some coolers for the food and drinks." They had made their way back to the rest as she proceeded to talk. "Oh and we need to get some kind of spikes for Artie's wheelchair, so he can't be attacked from behind by the dead. It would be pretty badass too."
Mr Schue crossed his arms. "Now that you're back, nobody leaves the group without adult permission."
"What are you going to do? Expel me? Put me in detention?" Skye rolled her eyes, placing the duffel bags down. "I just got some food and water, along with other supplies, weapons. If you haven't noticed, I was the only one with a knife, now everyone can defend themselves. Besides we have a pretty big group to feed. I haven't exactly seen you do anything useful."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Nobody choose you as our leader."
"Well Kitty, I haven't seen anyone else come with any ideas." Skye looked around at everyone. "I don't think you guys are realizing what's going on here. The dead are trying to kill us, this isn't fucking high school anymore. You need to fight or you will die. I don't plan on dying and I don't want you to help either. But by all means, if you think this is a problem, I can keep all the supplies I got to myself." She sighed and walked away, knowing Mr Schue was about to speak. "Don't worry, I'm just going to the nearby lake, to clean of the blood."
