Chapter One

Kurt was wondering around the ruins of the station. Where was everyone? He saw bodies, and he saw some people like himself, who had survived, who were moving about. But where were his friends?

The train Rachel had been on, along with the rest of the trains, were wrecked beyond belief. He refused to look in the direction of the trains any longer than it had taken him to connect the dots. Rachel was dead.

Where was everyone? Where were his friends? Where was Blaine? Where was Finn? Had the blast, or whatever had happened, been powerful enough to separate all of them? Or was it so strong that everyone was… No, no, they were still alive. He just had to find them. The Glee Club was stronger than that; he could not be the only surviving member.

Everyone was quiet. No one was shouting, no one was panicking outwardly, but Kurt knew they were all just as scared as he was. This had caught everyone off guard. There was no warning when the attack happened. No sound. No sight of anything except white light from an explosion.

The sky was gray, nearly black, with all the smoke that was coming off from around and rising upward. The light that there was was nothing compared to what had been here just moments ago. Had it been moments ago? How long ago had it been since the attack happened? Kurt had lost track of all time. What could have been mere minutes could have been mere hours and vice versa.

Kurt's throat felt dry and raspy. He subconsciously swallowed his saliva as he always did out of habit, and every time he did, there was a pain, but it was unavoidable due to the swallowing being a reflex for himself.

"B-bla...," he tried to call out for Blaine, but his voice was nearly gone. He felt so helpless. "Blai…," he tried again, but it hurt to try to talk. It was better to stay quiet and keep the pain to a minimum, seeing as how no one he knew was around, and his voice couldn't carry anyway.

As the boy continued walking past the rubble, by people who were either mucking about aimlessly as he was, or huddling in corners and closing their eyes, or crouching over limp bodies of their loved ones, sobbing, he felt something, a strange movement near his feet. He looked down, seeing a rather large crater, and a hand coming over it.

He was immediately glad for all the slumber parties they had ever had. Those hands were recognizable a mile away.

Kurt dove down and grabbed the hand and pulling upward with all his strength. The other hand clasped onto his arm for support as he carried the person over the crater, and they both fell onto the ground over the crater.

Rachel looked at Kurt, unsure if it was truly him, if he was really here, and he felt the same sentiments. Even in disaster, the two still found each other, and with no one else around, all alone, they began to sob and embrace each other, grateful for the other's presence. Maybe now things wouldn't be as lonely as they had been before.

"What was that?" Tina whispered as she and Puck moved through the sea of people. Tina was holding Puck up, his right leg badly injured, and there was bone coming out of it. "That big light?"

"My guess? An attack. But from who, I don't know," Puck replied, his voice scarce, buried under his pain. "When did you get so strong?" he asked Tina.

"I… I guess I've always just been this strong," she replied as they continued on. "I used to be in volleyball in middle school, and I've been doing yoga and dance for so long, I guess I just had a large amount of muscle at my disposal. It doesn't even feel like you weigh anything."

"Well, that must be great for you, because I feel like my leg weighs a thousand pounds," he scowled. "God, it hurts."

"We just gotta find somewhere for you to rest, somewhere nice, clean, and preferably stable. After that, I can go find you help, hopefully someone with medical experience or at least who can ease the pain until we get real help down here.

"Where do you think everyone is?" he asked. "We were all next to each other when it hit. So why weren't we all next to each other. Why were we blown so far away from where we were?"

"Who knows," Tina replied. "Soon, help should be here, a big supply of it. We'll know just what happened here."

"Yeah…"

"The place is decimated. What could have done this?"

As they continued walking, Tina saw a bench in the distance, practically the only one still in good shape. It was right outside of the station. Tina pointed it out to Puck, and both decided that it was a good idea to set him down there, and afterwards she'd go get help.

"I'm sorry about this," Puck confessed. "Most of the time, I'm the one doing the carrying. It feels weird for you to be doing it."

"Why, 'cuz I'm a girl? I'm a lot stronger than I look," Tina replied back jokingly.

"No, not because of that… Just because I don't usually need help like this. I try to never take help, you know? I'm Puck, the big, tough, strong guy… And look at what I am now."

"You're still as tough as ever," Tina argued. "It's just, you're leg is sort of blown to hell. Most badasses tend to not be able to do badassery when their body is falling apart."

"Yeah, I guess you are right about that," Puck agreed.

Once they reached the bench, Tina tested it to make sure it would hold Puck, and found herself satisfied with the results. She set him down as gently as possible, and she wasn't sure if she should have him leave his leg as is or have him prop it up. This was new ground for her.

"Just, uh, stay as you are, okay? I'm gonna go find someone, see if they can help. Don't move, like at all, like even an inch, okay? You might strain yourself."

"I think I'm a bitbeyond strained," Puck replied, his voice strained but the tone playful. If the situation weren't so grave, Tina probably would have laughed, but there wasn't any time for that. She needed to go find help, and fast. There had to be someone around here who could help her.