Rachel's POV
At the survivors' camp, Brittany hands me mushrooms collected from the forest.
"How do you tell if their poisonous." Brittany asks. I smile.
"They'res only one way I know of. Ask Finn."
"That does seem like a good way." Brittany chuckles.
"Hey, I'm going to got to the forrest...look for more...mushrooms." I breathe.
"Okay, just be careful."
"I will." I head through nature's pathway, witch is a bunch of twigs and rocks and leaves. I move my way through the trees when I here a twig break.
"H-hello?" Another twig cracks.
"Brittany?" ...Quiet.
"BOO!" It's Finn. He sneaks up behind me and scares the crap out of me. I hit him.
"Don't do that!" I laugh.
"How much time do we have?" He asks. I look to the left and right.
"Enough." He kisses my neck and we have sex.
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Puck's POV
Sealed in a military tank in Atlanta, I say over the CB radio:
"Whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here."
"I would be too.",The voice replies,"Your surrounded by walkers."
"And what do you suggest I do?" I say.
"Make a run for it. It's your only way out. I know it sounds crazy, but the walkers are distracted eating your horse. Run to the left of the tank and head straight, Theres's going to be and alley and that's where I'll be. You don't have much time."
"What's your name?" I ask.
"GO!" Before I go, I take my gun and a grenade I find in the tank.I head up above the tank and step out. Already tons of walkers reach for me. I jump of the tank and run on the street. I shoot three walkers on my left, and run some more. I go around several, as hundreds of walkers chase me, I shoot the ones in front of me then someone grabs me. It's the guy on the radio. He's Asian, and awkward looking, but strongly built.
"Come on, Come on!" we climb up a ladder connected to a hude building. Finally, we climb to safety.
"Nice moves there, Clint Eastwood,I'm Mike." says the young man.
Mike leads me down a staircase to an alley, which is free of all but a few walkers thanks to a bus blockade. When the two reach street level, two other people wearing riot gear emerge and beat down the walkers.
Our group rushes inside a department store, where a woman points a gun at my head, furious at my recklessness.
"YOU! you are the reason we are in this mess!Los ojos de un traidor!"
"Whoa! Santana, calm down! He didn't do anything! CALM DOWN." Says a man. Santana puts down her gun and walks behind Mike.
"I'm Will Shuester"
"Noah Puckerman, But only my wife and mother call me Noah, so call me Puck."
"Well Puck, all of your gunshots attracted scores of walkers." Shue breathes.
"You just ran the Dinner bell," Seethes Santana.
Outside, walkers press against the store's front doors. The glass begins to crack.
A man, Sam, tries to radio "the others" but fails to get a signal. He suggests they might have better luck on higher ground. We climb to the roof of the building where we find a tall,30 year old redneck, named Sebastian Anderson, firing at walkers with a rifle, laughing.
"You're wasting bullets Sebastian! You can't do that!"
"Now who are you to tell me nothing." Sebastian chuckles.
"That doesn't even make sense! Now put the gun away...NOW!"
"Now why would I take suggestions to a man who's married to a nigger!" Sebastion screams. Sam runs at Sebastian. They fist fight until Sebastian beats Sam then presses a handgun to his forehead.
"Now, I am the leader of this group, and if I need to end someone,"Sebastian cocks the gun,"I will,Anyone disagree?" as Sebastian prepares to shoot Sam, I knock him in the head with the butt of a rifle, Then I take the handcuffs from my belt and handcuff him to a pipe.
"Things are diffrent now,"I breath in his ear,"We survive by pulling together, not apart."
Shue tells me there is no refugee center, that was a pipe dream. They're with a small group of survivors staying outside the city, but Sam can't reach them on the radio.
"We're on our own," I say. With the streets no longer safe, I suggest we try to escape underground. A woman named Mercedes,Sam's Wife,who formerly worked in the city zoning office, says that the building might have access to the sewers.
Mike and Shue head to the basement while Santana and I stand guard at the front of the store. "Sorry for the gun in your face," Santana tells me.
"I understand, people do crazy things when they are afraid... Next time," I say, "take the safety off."
Mike and Shue traveled through the sewer until they reached a grated barrier. They had to abandon the idea of cutting through the sewyer when they see a walker devouring a rat on the other side.
In the store, Santana spots a necklace with a mermaid pendant. "My girlfriend," Santana says. "She loves mermaids."
"Take it." As Santana pockets the necklace, walkers break through the exterior glass doors and begin pounding on the interior doors.
Back on the roof, I spot a cube van at a nearby construction site.
"The ignition keys should be nearby," I theorize, but we need to get past the walkers undetected. The group explains to me that if they hear you, see you or smell you, they eat you. I latch on to the scent idea.
"They smell dead," Santana offers. "We don't." That's when I get my idea.
Wearing rubber gloves and rain jackets, Shue and I drag a dead walker in from the alley.
Right as I'm about to slice the walker in half, I stop. I reach in his pocket and find a wallet.
"Jim Morrelly. That's who he was. He use to be just like us. Watched the superbowl, celebrated Birthdays, and lived life." I breathe in heavily, Right before I grab the axe Mike interrupts.
"He was an organ doner."
I grab an axe and hack apart the body. Mike and I then smear the corpse's guts on our pukes. Before leaving, I toss Sam the keys to Sebastion's handcuffs.
Outside, Mike and I shuffle through crowds of walkers. Not of them notice us, as we limp just like the rest of them to the van. A couple sniff us, but none notice. Then, It starts to rain. The blood starts to drip off of us, that's when were noticed. I shoot a couple, and thousands of walkers chase us. We climb over a gate and head to the van. It works.
Third Person POV
Back at camp, Brittany frets over the whereabouts of the group — her girlfriend in particular, Santana. Artie, a young man in a wheel chair, receives Sam's garbled transmission explaining they're trapped. "We do not go after them," Finn insists. "We do not risk the rest of the group."
Back in Atlanta Puck orders Mike to radio the group to get ready for pick-up. To lure the walkers away, Mike drives off in a red sports car, which Puck has hotwired after setting off its alarm.
As the group rushes from the rooftop toward the loading dock, Sam reluctantly turns to Sebastian. He moves to set Sebastian free, but accidentally slips on the rain-soaked roof and drops the handcuff key down a drain.
"I'm sorry,"Sam gasps. He runs back to the stairwell and chains the door shut. Sebastian is left screaming in rage on the roof.
Walkers break through the interior doors and enter the department store.
Outside, with the walkers lured away by Mike's car alarm, Puck pulls the van up and the group piles in Sam admits to the others he dropped the key, leaving Sebastian trapped on the roof.
As they escape the city, Santana asks, "Where's Mike?"
A wailing red sports car speeds full throttle out of Atlanta. Inside, Mike screams with joy.