Since I didn't mention it before, this is set mid-season three. Let me know if I screw up.

Blaine stared at the blank wall. His parents were dead. The world was overrun by zombies. What the hell? It was still implausible. He couldn't fully grasp the magnitude of the situation, and he knew it. He thought back to what Sam said, about the survivors. He had come back the next day, after storming out of Blaines room, and explained a little bit more. No one knew what exactly the cause was, but it could be spread by bite. Anyone who died also became a zombie unless the usual methods of zombie-killing were inflicted on the body. He thought back to Sam's breakdown of the outbreak as he knew it.

'You were lucky Kurt had your address, and made us come after you. If not, judging by how things were going when we got there, you wouldn't be here with us. Well, not alive, anyway. The ones who came to your house were me, Mercedes, Puck, and Quinn. The other glee mambers here are Mike, Santana, Brittany, and, as you know, Kurt.

'Tina is- well, was a zombie. Finn was heading here, but got eaten. We couldn't find Rachel or Artie. We assume the worst. The parents that made it are Mike's mom and Kurt's dad, that we know of. We also have your Warbler buddy Sebastian, as well as Jesse St. James.

'We don't know what the situation is in the rest of the world, because the internet is down. But, that alone is not encouraging. Still, it could be just in the US. Hopefully, anyway. But even if it isn't, there had better be somewhere to go, because we can't stay here long. Yes, moving is dangerous, but staying put is much worse. If we don't leave, they'll eventually realize that we're one of their only remainging food sources. I'm not saying we're not good enough to take down zombies, but they would come at us with all they had, once they realized that we're all they have left. And not just a few of them. All of them.'

Blaine shivered. He knew Sam was right, of course. But when? Blaine couldn't wait until tomorrow, when he would get toleave the stuffy room. He had been confined there since he got to the headquarters, just because they decided they had to make sure he hadn't gotten infected. He saw their logic, but that didn't make him any less anxious to get out. Tomorrow he would picck weapons, get briefed, and receice a half an hour of training each from their self-appointed experts. Blaine wanted to go to sleep, and had tried numeroues times. He couldn't, though, however much he tried. The door was locked when he had tried it, so he just sat down back on the little cot and stared at the blank wall. Zombie invasion? No problem. Blaine could handle it. He hoped.

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