A/N:

I forgot an authors note in the last chapter. I'm not really sure when I'll get a chance to update each chapter, it could be everyday, ever couple of days or weekly. If you have any way that you want this to go feel free to let me know as I haven't really got a solid ending down yet.

Enjoy x

CHAPTER 2

"I'm a survivor

I'm not gone give up

I'm not gone stop

I'm gone work harder"

"Santana!" Rachel gasped in shock.

The girl was surrounded by a decent size swarm of zombies. Puck, Kurt and Rachel all lifted their weapons, ready if Santana needed their help, but the Latina was kicking some serious arse with a smile on her face.

Puck took in her appearance as she twirled around a zombie with her twin machetes striking zombies heads as she continued to sing. Her hair was a shorter, sitting just on her shoulders, her build was fairly smaller than when he had last seen her but considering the circumstances that was to be expected.

What worried him was the scars running across her body and a large scar from her hair line to her chin that ran over a clouded left eye.

One zombie got in really close, Santana swung her machetes towards its neck and completely decapitated it. She lifted her leg and kicked its torso away from herself, causing it to fall to the ground.

"I'm a survivor

I'm gonna make it

I will survive"

She sung the rest of the chorus as she pushed her machete into the mouth of another zombie.

Puck was impressed, he always knew Santana was a bad ass but this was something else, this was a BAMF Santana.

" Keep on surviving

I'm a survivor

I'm not gone give up"

Kurt cocked his gun, spotting a zombie coming up behind her, but before he could let out a shot Santana spun, like she had supersonic hearing and threw her machete straight into the eye of the once human being.

Puck chuckled "Psychic Mexican Third Eye"

Rachel looked to Puck with an incredulous look on her face.

"What it's true!" Puck laughed.

Puck's laugh caught the attention of the Latina. She looked at the threesome, then back at the last remaining zombie. It was like she had become bored of messing with the undead because out of no where she pulled a small hand gun and shot it between the eyes.

She took one more look at the threesome. She had tears in her eyes, but Puck noticed they weren't from happiness judging by the deep frown on her face.

She shocked all three by turning and sprinting away from them, grabbing the machete out of the fallen zombies head as she went.

"Stay here"

"It's not safe to spilt up!" Rachel demanded.

"It wasn't safe to leave a friend homeless in New York!" Puck growled at her.

Rachel took a step back, knowing Puck hated herself and Kurt for their treatment of Santana.

Puck scoffed at her and took chase after one of his best friends.

"Santana! Wait!"

Santana slid around a corner as she fled from her once "Glee Family". Yes she was happy that they were alive but because of their actions she had been alone when the end of the world started. She'd had no one by her side. No one to help her. She felt so overwhelmed and fearful seeing a group of people that her body took over, fight or flight, flight won.

She ground to a halt in front of an SUV, that was parked in the alleyway.

"Santana? Is that you?" Quinn gasped in shock as she stood up from her seat on the roof of the car.

"Quinn?" Santana replied in the same state of shock.

"Oh God, you're alive," Quinn said with a watery smile as she jumped down from the SUV.

Santana turned as she heard heavy footfalls coming up behind her.

Puck slid to a stop in front of her, trapping her between himself and Quinn.

"Why did you run?" Puck asked in a hurt voice. His best friend had run from him.

Santana opened her mouth to reply, but instead let out a shocked squeak as Quinn placed a hand on her shoulder. Santana looked at her with a resigned look on her face, these were her friends she didn't need to run from them. She wiped a tear from her cheek.

Santana tensed as she was pulled into a bone crushing hug by Puck. "Please, let me go" Santana begged him. Puck reluctantly let her go, almost afraid that she would disappear when he did.

"What happened to you?" Quinn asked softly, taking in the appearance of one of her best friends. Santana looked between the two not really knowing where to begin.

"Are you hungry?" Puck asked. When it came to Santana he knew you had to start with small, easy topics.

Santana just shrugged her reply.

"I have a protein bar in the glove box, would you like it?" Quinn asked.

Santana shook her head "I have food at home, I don't want to take any of your supplies."

"Home?" Puck was confused, he hadn't heard that term in a very long time.

Santana nodded. "It's the closest thing to a home I've had since Lima, so yeah, home."

She noticed Quinn staring at her eye and subconsciously rubbed her palm over it. She hated her appearance now, she felt hideous with the scars. She used to act so confidant about her looks but she had always been insecure, hell she was sixteen when she got a boob job. These scars just made it worse.

Quinn placed her hand over Santana's, pulling it away from the marks and smiled sadly at the girl.

Puck watched as Santana began to relax around them, her shoulders were no longer tense and her posture changed. He felt confidant that she would answer their questions now.

"What happened to you? Why did you run?"

"Kurt and Rachel," was all she said.

"They would make me run away too," Quinn mumbled. She like Puck, was not happy with the HummelBerry twins.

Santana let out a quiet laugh.

"What they did to you was fucked, they even had Brit angry enough to give them a piece of her mind, but why did you run from me?" Puck asked, hurt.

"I… I don't know. I guess I was in shock, like I knew it was you, but it just didn't register that I was safe with you all. One of the last times I saw a group of people it didn't end so well," Santana indicated to the scars on her face.

"A person did that? It wasn't a zombie?" Quinn asked shocked.

"What happened?" Puck questioned.

"It was so stupid. I should have been paying attention. I was on a supply run, when this guy snuck up on me, he held a knife to my throat and demanded all of the supplies I had found. Of course I refused, I should have just given it to him, it was stuff I wasn't even desperate for, but like everyone for themselves and shit. It was just some shitty soup, I didn't even like that kind." Santana wiped tears from her eyes, becoming more upset the further she got into her story.

"He didn't like that I wouldn't give him anything. He cut me with his knife when I tried to push him away. He did all of this to me, he knocked me unconscious. He took everything I had on me, my water, my soup and my gun. I woke up a few hours later in a room with a couple of people who had found me. I think the woman had been a nurse or something, they stitched me back together and told me that I'd probably lost all sight in my left eye and not to get my hopes up about it."

"Jesus," Puck exclaimed.

"I stayed with them while I was healing, but when you only have one functioning eye you begin to feel like a burden so I got out of there. Once I left I began training, I promised myself that I would never let anyone sneak up on me again, I wasn't going to be caught in another situation like that again," She furiously wiped tears from her eyes.

Quinn watched Santana's face, she knew Santana was keeping part of the story from them. She was worried about her, but Santana would tell her in her eventually, when she was ready. Quinn wouldn't push her.

Puck pulled Santana into another hug, one she didn't pull away from, and kissed the top of her head as she cried into his shoulder, shedding a tear himself.

"It's ok, you don't have to be alone anymore. Come with us," Puck told her.

"I can't. I can't be around Kurt and Rachel, I know it sounds petty and childish but I just can't do it. I love both of you but I can't get over what they did to me. I was only trying to protect Rachel and I ended up homeless because of it. I had no where to hide when shit hit the fan, by the time I got back to the apartment they were gone, I really thought they would have waited for me but they left me behind."

Santana's legs gave out from underneath her as she cried harder into Puck's shoulder. Puck went down with her, pulling her into his lap.

"Where are Rachel and Kurt?" Quinn asked Puck quietly. As much as she didn't like them, she didn't want them to become zombie dinner.

"They are a couple of blocks west of here," he replied.

Quinn nodded at him, leave both of them to find the duo.

Santana finally lifted her head off Puck's shoulder. "I need to leave, I don't want to be out after dark," she told him.

"Come back with us. Fuck Rachel and Kurt, you don't have to talk to them. Come back for me, Quinn and everyone else."

Santana looked at Puck. "There's more of you?"

"Yeah Mercedes, Blaine, Mike, Tina and Brit. We all came to New York to find you , Mercedes and I were going to bring you back to L.A with us."

"You were looking for me?"

"Of course, I may be an arse sometimes but you are my best friend. I've known you pretty much my whole life, I wasn't going to let them hurt you. Zompocalyse fucked that idea up though."

Santana gave a small, wet laugh at the name Puck had created for the end of world.

"I'm so glad all of you are alive, there was always a part of my mind that kept wondering what happened to everyone. I went to Lima and couldn't find anyone. I'll come with you but I need to come home first, I want to get my stuff and I have some decent supplies," Santana told him.

"Thank you," Puck told her, kissing the top of her head again.