We're walking so slowly and so silently through this large crowd of zombies. I'm trying so hard not to twitch or run, I am so scared. I need Rachel by my side but she says it's too obvious if we were all together, we needed to separate. I'm passing zombies, pretending to be one of them, but I can feel them staring at me. I try to look around me for Rachel with out being too suspicious. I end up walking straight into a zombies back, the zombies fleshless and eyeless face whips around and hisses at me. I gulp, trying to hold back a scream and continue to stagger towards to the metal fences before us.

I am almost there, I see Puck scrambling over the screened fences with Beth, Maribel and Carol on the other side. I put my head down again and continue to walk and keep telling myself that I'm almost there, I just need to control myself for another minute.

Suddenly something touches me. I almost jump before there is a hand at my face. "Ssh," Rachel whispers. "Almost there. Keep head down."

We reach the low metal fence, there are zombies clawing at it so we have to be quick. "Go," Rachel tells me. I grab onto the fence and begin to climb it quickly, quickly jumping down onto the zombie free side, Santana Kurt and Blaine have beaten me to getting there first. Santana hugs me tightly but there's fear on her face, I'm guessing it's because Brittany hasn't reached us yet. I keep my eyes fixed on Rachel who seems to be having trouble climbing. I approach the fence to assist her, "I got it," she insists in a harsh whisper. She tries again and finds her way up the screen successfully until she is on the other side with the rest of us.

"Where's Brittany?" Blaine asks.

"She's there," Santana points to the nervous Blonde who is in the process of reaching the fence but now the zombies are so busy clawing at it, I don't know how she's going to climb. "I'm going to help her out!"

Santana grabs her gun and puts out three zombies in seconds, giving Brittany room to climb up and over. She meets Santana's arms before her feet even touch the ground. I watch Brittany take the gun from Santana's hands, "I don't want you doing that anymore, we're safe now right? We just need to get inside those huge walls."

"This is it," Kurt squeals excitedly.

We simultaneously look behind us to stare at the huge concrete walls towering above us only 50 metres away. Rachel suddenly clasps onto my hand, she's trembling.

"Are you ok?"
"I'm scared," She whispers. "They won't understand me."
"They will, I promise," I tell her, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

As we get nearer the huge steel barred gates, I wonder how on earth they managed to build a fortress this big. And if this is really it, our journey's end? Once we pass through here, what happens to the world left outside?

"Halt!" A voice shouts from above. "Don't move!"

I freeze trying to figure out where the voice is coming from. Five soldiers run out from the large gate, each carrying heavy guns. The large gate slams close behind them.

A young female soldier wearing a different jacket to the rest, steps forward. "Name yourselves, how many of you there are and where have you travelled from."

"My name is Noah Puckerman, I was in the United Stats Airforce, ma'am, there's ten of us , we've travelled from New York to Ohio to here."

"Why on earth would you travel through Ohio? I can't even believe that this many of you survived! Airforce? We could use you if you're willing to help, but it won't get you any privileges, everybody inside here is equal. My name is Commander Maritza Jackson, I'm head of the military forces inside this compound. "

"Compound?" I question.

"If you've heard about Canada being virus free you're wrong, it did spread, but we managed to shut it out. We have more land than we need, we have built our own country in here, we have hospitals, schools and farms. There's more than half a million of us with capacity for much more but there are more zombies beyond the compound."

"So can we enter?" Santana asks.

"You need to go through medical inspection first, but before you enter I have to make sure none of you have been bitten, I'm afraid it's the end of the road for anybody who has been."

I tense up. "Holy shit, you brought a zombie with you?" Jackson cries, holding up a gun. "What is wrong with you. and what's more, what's wrong with her? Why isn't she attacking?"

"Commander Jackson, please, let me explain!" I cry.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Quinn Fabray, and this is Rachel Berry, she's no ordinary zombie Ma'am, she can talk and think and understand us, she's harmless and she's improving. Rachel,show her."

"I was attacked, "Rachel speaks, the Commander's eyes widen with shock, the soldiers behind her raise their guns. "By a scientist, he injected me with what he said was a cure, then I got bitten."

"Please don't shoot her, she's not a monster, she can help you find a cure. Please Commander!"

"A cure?" The commander seems interested but the soldiers behind her are in disbelief, they keep their guns in position.

"Yes, it was some scientist at the Science Research Centre in Ohio who injected this cure, and it's spreading," I reply, Rachel shows her the illuminating blue beneath her skin.

"We're bringing her for tests," The commander declares to her soldiers. "Open the gates."

"Tests?" I demand.

"Don't worry Miss Fabray, I promise no harm will come to your girlfriend," She whispers subtly into my ear, I look at her as if to question how she knows. "The rest of you will go through standard medical checks, Miss Fabray if you wish you can escort Rachel to the science department."

She leads us through the large, open gate, revealing what seems like a country. There are makeshift buildings of all sizes, large wide open spaces and people, just like us, except clean and happy, going about their business. It's beyond incredible. "We have had to implicate many rules, you will all be briefed on them in time. Now Lieutenant Jefferson?"

A young male soldier steps forward. "Yes Commander?"

"I want you to bring all of these travellers straight to medical inspection, make sure they shower first. You know the drill. New guests, this is just a procedure, please don't be worried, it's a basic checkup on your health. You will have hot showers first and be provided with a meal afterwards before we sort out your accomodation. I'm going to borrow Miss Fabray and Miss Berry, they will be returned to you as soon as possible."

"Thank you," Puck whispers greatfully, the others beaming at the prospect of decent food and hot showers. "We really appreciate it."

"We're happy to accept any survivors as long as they are healthy and willing to co-operate with everyone in here," She replies. "Quinn, will you come with me please?"

Santana looks at me as I leave, she looks worried but I'm sure we'll be fine. This place looks so safe, so humane, everything that I thought had been lost by the human race is here.

"I need two soldiers to escort Rachel," Jackson orders.

"She's not dangerous!" I protest.
"It's okay Quinn I know, it's for defence, the security down at the science department is really strict, I don't want them to shoot at her," Jackson reassures me in a soft voice as she leads me to some white building with a long corridor, "I promise you Quinn, no harm will come to you or her. I want to help you."

"Why are you doing this for me?" I ask.

"Because I had a girlfriend, we broke up a while before I went to Afghanistan and I thought she had forgotten about me but she rang me, telling me there was no hope left for her, she was changing into a zombie, so if there is a cure , I want to help find it, I want to find her and heal her, just like you want to heal your girlfriend."

"How did you know she's my girlfriend?"

"Oh please, the way you look at her, it's so obvious," she smiles, I follow her down a long flight of steps, at the end is a screen door, locked from the inside which if open, leads into a large dark wing. A soldier stands on the other side, "Commander?"

"I need to get through immediately Soldier, do you know where Doctor Smith is?"

"She's just gone on lunch," the soldier replies.

"Well call her immediately, it's urgent," Jackson insists. "Let us through."

The guard takes a look at Rachel before opening the door, allowing us to pass through. "And tell her we've gone to the labs!"

"The labs?" I ask anxiously.

"We have scientists there working on a cure," Jackson explains as we stop outside a room labelled 201, there are guards lined along the corridor all with guns. "Relax they won't hurt her, not under my watch. Here, we need to put on safe suits before we enter the room." She hands me two blue coveralls and masks, one for Rachel and one for me. I slip the mask over my face first then offer to help Rachel but she insists on doing it herself.

She waits until everybody is dressed before pushes open the large heavy door, leading into a large laboratory with computers and technology I've never seen before and refrigerators full of colourful liquids in vials and bottles of different shapes.

Two women, both in white coats stand inside, typing on different computers. "Doctors," Jackson clears her throat. They stand up immediately. "Maritza?" They're the first people I've heard address her by her first name.

"This is Rachel, I think you'll be very interested in her."

"Maritza! It's a zombie!" One of the doctors say, backing away. "Why isn't she restrained?"

"Maritza?" Another voice asks, bustling in the door. A short, red haired scientist appears, looking kind of pissed off.

"Taylor, just in time, Quinn, Rachel, this is Doctor Taylor Smith, I think she can help you. Taylor you have to listen to this!"

Jackson allows us to explain Rachel's story to the scientists. Terror begins to sink in as I speak, there's three scientists staring at Rachel with intrigue, what if they take her away from me? Or they put her through some horrible type of treatment with electrocution or something, maybe I've made the wrong choice!

"Ohio Research Centre?" asks with concern, "Are you sure?"
"Told you you'd be interested," Jackson replies. I raise an eyebrow at them. "Taylor used to work there."
"You did?" I ask. "Do you think you'll be able to help her?"

"Maybe," the doctor replies, inspecting Rachel with a close eye. "Rachel do you remember the doctor's name?"

"Whitherstone," she mumbles miserably keeping her eyes towards the ground, I can tell it still brings bad memories.

"That creepy bastard," Smith spits. "I'm so sorry that he did this to you, we were partners, but still, I can't believe he was able to develop our work into this. Rachel, you can help us immensely and I'll do my best to speed up the process of the cure okay? But we're going to have run some tests."

"What type of tests?" I demand.

"Blood tests, x-rays, stuff like that, it's going to take a while," Smith explains.

"Well I'm not leaving," I tell her.

"Quinn I'm afraid you're going to have to, this procedure will take a long time," Dr Smith informs me. "There are strict rules about how we maintain the labs."

"No!" I stamp my foot like a child. "I can't leave her!" I look to Jackson for help.

"I'm sorry Quinn, we have to obey the rules," She apologises. "Look I promise Rachel will be fine here, I have so much faith in Taylor, everything will be okay."

"No please!" I beg. "I said I wouldn't leave her again."

Jackson shakes her head, "Quinn, that's the rule, look by the time you're through medical and admitted into the compound , Rachel will probably be finished."

"Go Quinn," A voice croaks, I turn around to face her.
"Rachel?"
"Go!" She urges.
"Rachel, I'll be waiting for you," I promise," I'll see you soon! Everything will be okay!" But it's me who needs convincing. I need to know that I can trust these strangers with Rachel espeicially with the delicate state she's in.

"Come on Quinn, I'll escort you," Jckson offers, taking me by the wrist, I glance back nervously at Rachel who is sitting on the examination table. My heart is racing, I regret bringing her here already. The door is opened and I'm being led out of the room. "Rachel!" I whisper, not taking my eyes off her expressionless face. Jackson squeezes my arm as she closes the door behind us. "She's going to be fine Quinn, come on, let's introduce you to your new life"