Chapter 2

Rating is the same as before

Disclaimer is also the same as before. I own nothing.

The Hudmels, Blaine and Rachel sat in the living room, aimlessly talking. Nobody was really taking anything anyone said in, it was really just to distract them from the horror scene outside. Suddenly there was a loud banging on the front door. Cautiously, Kristie walked over to the door, gun in hand and put the latch on before opening the door. She saw that it was Quinn, Mike and Tina. She quickly unlatched the door and let the three breathless and soaking wet teens in.

She ushered Mike and Tina off to the guest bathroom a to dry off a little, but stopped Quinn before she could follow them. She held the small blond girls hand in her own. Quinn and herself had been friends since first grade, best friends since second. She loved Quinn like a sister and vice versa with Quinn, she loved Kristie like a sister too. They had been through everything together, when Quinn was pregnant, Kristie had been there all the way through, when Kristie had started to self harm, Quinn had pulled her through and got her to stop. The two girls hugged, tears streaming down both of their faces. It really was a heart breaking sight to watch. They pulled away both still holding hand.

"We're going to get through this, Quinn. I promise you we will both get through this" Kristie whispered

"Together" Quinn whispered back

"Together" Kristie nodded

Quinn nodded back and went to the guest bathroom to dry off a little.

Kristie wiped her face with the back of her hand and turned back to the small group.

"Can I talk to you please, Kristie?" Blaine asked tentitively

"Sure, of course" she replied ushering Blaine to the small kitchen "what is it?"

"I have just recieved a text message from Wes, he has informed me that Dalton is on lockdown, nothing can get in or out. Jeff, David, Trent and Nick are all still safe and alive. It is most probably the safest place we could go" Blaine explained

"So you're basically saying that we should go to Dalton"

"Yes, that exactly what I am saying, Kristie. Jeff is worried sick about you"

"Okay, so we go to Dalton, when everybody gets here" she said, her tone softening considerably "did you tell Jeff that I was okay?"

"Yes, I did. But that doesn't mean he isn't worried about you" Blaine replied

"I know, I know. It's just I have no idea what I'm doing and I…I-" she couldn't finish the sentence as she broke down in tears

Blaine hesitantly wrapped his arms around the small girls waist, she buried her face into his white tee, wrapping her arms around his waist. Blaine could feel his tee getting wet and Kristie's shoulders begin to shake. He instinctivley wrapped his arms tighter around her waist as she cried more.

It was a good ten minutes before her sobs finally subsided and Kristie released herself from Blaine's arms.

"We'll inform the others of the plan when the majority of the group get here" Kristie said, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her cardigan.

Blaine nodded and followed the brunette girl back to where the others were all sitting, consoling one another. The group was steadily growing, which all in all wasn't a bad thing. Currently sitting in the Hummel living room was Carole, Burt, Quinn, Tina, Mike, Kurt, Rachel, Finn, Blaine and Kristie. No one else had arrived and it was scary that the people the Glee club called their second family, may never be seen again.

Suddenly there was a loud knocking at the door, followed by panicked yells of "Date prisa de una puta vez y nos dejó en" which could only mean that it could be one person: Santana Lopez. Knowing exactly how vicious and aggresive Santana could get when she reverted back to her Spanish roots, Kristie jumped up and unlocked the door. The strong smell of copper hit Kristie as she opened the door, she was nearly knocked off her feet by the Latina girl, Brittany and a small boy. She realized why they were in such a rush to get inside, a small horde of the undead lingered about thirty yards behind them. One of them had flesh hanging off of what was left of it's face, the others weren't much better. She slammed the door shut and bolted it so nothing could get in.

She heard the creatures banging against the door, trying to get in. Letting out a deep breathe, Kristie picked up her shotgun and took off towards the stairs. Heading towards Kurt's bedroom, which was right above the living room, she wrapped one of Kurt's scarves around her lower face so she couldn't inhale the awful smell of rotting flesh and the coppery scent of blood. She slung the window open and aimed carefully at the unsuspecting creatues of the dead. She took a deep breath and pulled the trigger, shooting one of the right in the top of the head.

This seemed to unsettle the rest of the undead the were now crowded by the front door. Kristie repeated the action thrice more, leaving a pile of undead bodies on the doorstep. Suddenly there was a screech of tyres on concrete and a black truck pulled up. Realizing that whoever was in that truck really shouldn't get out yet, she yelled:

"STAY WHERE YOU ARE, DO NOT MOVE UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!"

She wasn't entirely sure that they had heard her, but she decided that they had when there was no movement coming from the car. She had to make sure that the area was clear before she let them exit the car, she didn't want a death on her conscience. Especially if it was one of her friends, she wouldn't be able to do that.

She saw movement from the other end of the street, and assuming it would just be a couple of those undead fuckers, she didn't shoot right away. She waited. Big mistake.

There wasn't just five or six of them, there was loads, at least sixty. There was no way she was going to be able to do this on her own.

"FINN! KURT! BLAINE!" She yelled

Nothing.

"FINN! KURT! BLAINE!" she tried again

This time there was movement, the sound of footsteps shuffling up the stairs. The door burst open to reveal three panicked faces. She shot them a worried look and they seemed to instantly know what was wrong. They all rushed over to the window and peered out.

Blaine shot her a terrified expression, Finn shot her a confused expression and Kurt shot her a determined expression.

"Let's kill these bitches!" Kurt exclaimed, turning to exit the room. Returning not thirty seconds later with his gun.

He looked at his sister, she returned his look of determination. He opened the other window and

leant the gun on the ledge as did Kristie. They were getting closer and closer and the people that had just arrived were in danger.

Kurt fired the first shot, then Kristie the second. Instantly killing the creatures that were nearest to the house. They fired for a good twenty minutes before only a few were left. Which were easily taken down by the twins. Kristie signalled for the people in the car to get out.

Kristie rushed down stairs to let the trio in. Knowing already who it was. She unlatched the door and let them in. Noah Puckerman, Lauren Zizes and a small girl Kristie recognized to be Puck's little sister Sarah. She closed the door just as quickly and bolted it back up.

She turned to Noah, who looked tired and withdrawn. He looked like he'd been crying and Noah Puckerman never cried. Ever. Kristie offered him a small smile and went to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm. She turned to look at him, and couldn't help the tears that formed in her eyes. She knew deep down what had happened. He just wrapped his arms around the small girls frame and sobbed.

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