The next morning, I awoke with heavy eyelids, a groggy demeanor, and a splitting headache. Blinking a few times, I looked over and thought I saw Quinn lying beside me, but after a few blinks, I sighed. I thought all of this had been a dream. I prayed that all of this had been a dream, but soon all of my memories came flooding in so fast that the pain collecting right behind my eyes made me fear I may lose them for a moment. Santana Lopez of all people. ...But in some ways it made perfect sense. Of course Santana would be the one that a zombie apocalypse couldn't kill. Of course Santana would be the only one cruel enough to get me drunk and basically control me for sex the first time and also find time to get Quinn and I both drunk when the world was ending outside her little tent. And of course Santana would be the one who seemed strong and comforting enough in a situation like this to have me drop all morals and do it again. Of course. It could only be Santana Lopez.

Gathering up the thin sheet that was atop me, I covered myself and began looking through the dust in the air to find where my clothing had gotten off to as quietly as I could while trying my hardest not to disturb the other girl who was now mumbling in her sleep about Brittany. Of course. This was Santana. I bit my lip and cursed myself silently. That's all I ever was anymore it felt like. Someone to be used. Again and again. The world goes to hell, an suddenly it's an alright thing to do. I held my head in my hand for a moment and took some deep breaths as not to start crying. After a long pause, I began my search again, only to notice a little, red notebook on Santana's other side that was simply marked "Glee Club".

Curiosity got the better of me, and before I knew it, I was slowly and silently reaching over the sleeping girl to grab it and return to my spot as quickly as possible. But once I'd opened it's weathered and worn pages, the tears I'd been holding back began to flow freely, stinging my face as they fell.

Finn Hudson- Deceased- Shot in raid on school
Rachel Berry- Unknown
Kurt Hummel- Deceased- Unknown
Blaine Anderson- Deceased- Suicide
Mercedes Jones- Unknown- Infected
Noah Puckerman- Deceased- Shot trying to save Finn
Quinn Fabray- Unknown- Infected (?)
Tina Cohen-Chang- Deceased- Died from infection
Mike Chang- Alive- Cleaner
Sam Evans- Deceased- Killed by Cleaners
Will Schuester- Deceased- Suicide

"I couldn't bring myself to write Brittany's name in there," I heard a raspy voice from beside me that startled me so much I dropped the book to my lap. Santana sat up on her elbows and let her head fall back to stare at the top of the tent. "She and I were gonna make it. We were so sure... But Brit was infected. We knew it from the beginning. 'We'll find a cure' we kept telling each other. Bullshit." She lit a cigarette from the pack on the ground beside her. Blowing smoke as she spoke, she shook her head. "She never stood a chance. I had to... Well, I was the one who shot her in the end. Thought about shooting myself right afterward, but... No more bullets."

"Santana, I..."

She stopped me. Not that I knew where I was going to go from that. "Go find Q. Take her these." She handed me an unopened pack of cigarettes. "Nasty shit, but... She'll be thankful for them. Now go on. Get out of here." Without another word, she was turned away from me and staring at the pages of the notebook. I opened my mouth as if to say something else, but... I knew there was nothing more to add to things.

After finally getting dressed and flattening my hair the best I could, I took the cigarettes and made my way back to the motel room Quinn had spent the night in. Expecting for it to have been the same as last night, I was surprised when I got to the door and found it slightly open. "Quinn...?" I poked my head in a little. "Quinn, may we speak?"

She was there throwing things into a large bag. "Get your stuff together. We're leaving." She didn't look up at me as she spoke. "You smell like smoke." I tossed her the pack of cigarettes, watching them land on the bed in front of her, and watched as she paused, eyes widened a little, before picking them up. "Holy shit." She struck a match from the bag she'd been packing as inhaled deeply on the cigarette she'd stuck between her teeth. She closed her eyes a moment and seemed to be savoring one of the few pleasures she still had in this world. "Disgusting", she breathed, smiling. It hurt my heart.

"What did you mean... we're leaving?" I asked after letting her enjoy her moment a bit longer. I walked over towards her slowly and sat down gently on the bed. "Are we not staying here? Santana said that we could, and, Quinn, there's food and-"

"I don't really give a damn what Santana said. We don't need her or this place, Rach. Can we please just... I'm leaving. You can stay if you'd like, but I'm not stopping until we find someone with an actual cure to this infection. Not some... momentary fix." With the stick between her lips, she continued shoving things into her bag, a little angrier this time if I had to guess.

That was the last time I saw her. We fought a little bit, but I can't remember now what all we even said to each other. She yelled for me to just leave then, and so I did at one point. Both of us too stubborn to apologize or anything, Santana had to be the one to tell me that one of the guards had let Quinn past the gate late that night. And so she was gone. I had no idea what direction she was even headed in. I doubt she wanted me changing my mind and tagging along after her anyhow...

After that I stayed in her room; the pillows smelled ever so faintly of her. She must have been holding them. Quinn never slept on a pillow. It made me smile to picture, but... it also brought even more tears to my eyes. I didn't spend another night with Santana, and I had no intentions of ever doing so again. Now wasn't the time for that nonsense as it was. She had me assigned to scavenging duties, and now here I was, armed and in the higher parts of a tree, aimed down into a horde of infected who'd surrounded a local super market where Santana said she had information claiming it was filled with food and medication that we needed. Breathe in. Breathe out. That's when I saw him.

"Jesse...?"