AN- jhyena aj jax- LOL that's what I was going for! In the show she kind of reminds me of her so I wanted her to be like her.

Bluck4evaz-Lol I love RE so ya. Blody=Blaine&Brody. and yes how will the gang get out of this one!

Okay so this chapter is there. I'm bad! God I hate myself! I said I wouldn't do this story until I finished (or at least got close) my other story. I will work on it but it wont be on the weekend rule but this and my plane story will be.

Disclaimer: I write Glee and Resident Evil on my Christmas list every year, but I still don't own either so ya.

Chapter 2

"What are we going to do!" Brittany squealed as she looked at the door in horror. Rachel was pacing back and forth, muttering under her breath. Santana looked as if she was trying to comfort her girlfriend, but she didn't look to sure of her reasurring words.

"Well we could us the window." I offered weekly. We all walked over to the window and looked down. We saw that if we were to jump we would hurt ourselves. It was just to far of a fall and nothing to cussion it.

"How many zombies were out there again?" Santana asked.

"They are not zombies!" Rachel hissed though her teeth. I couldn't help but smile a little at what she said.

"I counted more than six." Brittany said in a weak voice. I looked back at the door and listened to the pounding on the door.

"And how far are we from the ground up here?" Santana asked.

"A lot higher than that anyone would like to jump from not attached to a cored." I looked back out the window and saw a few stray zombies. The looked up at the window, that my head was peaking out of, with hunger written on there faces.

"Maybe the others will leave eventually." Rachel plopped herself down on my bed. Santana looked through the various sports tools, that ranged from metal baseball bats to hockey sticks.

"Maybe we could beat them back and make a run for it." Santana offered. She picked up the baseball bat and swung it around.

"Then what would we do." there was a spark of hope in Brittany's voice. She was a lot like a little child, though she was smart. She was just so innocent, she reminded me a lot of Jess fromt New Girl. Or any little girl from any scary movie.

"We would get to my car and drive to the mall." Santana said matter-of-factly.

"Wouldn't there be zombies in the mall?" I asked, Rachel glared at me.

"Rachel come on! What would you call those things then?" Santana flailed her arms around. I was trying so hard not to laugh, the only thing keeping me from doing it was the reminder of the undead at the door.

"I. . . Well zombies don't exsist!" Rachel bit back. Santana just ignored what she said and passed out weapons. I got a metal baseball bat, Brittany got a hockey stick and Rachel, begrudgingly, took a wooden baseball bat. Santana swung her fire poker around, as if she were in some cheese-y movie, and said, "When we get out of here. . . think I'm gonna get laid." then she winked at Brittany.

I snorted out a laugh, of course she would quote Rain. I looked over at the door in fear, it sounded like there were more moans. "M-Maybe we shouldn't go to the mall." I could handle one, maybe even two. But a giant mall full of them. I would probably shit bricks right then and there.

"The mall closed a hour ago. Come on stop pussy footing around and be a man." Santana's hand was now on the door handle. When I heard the lock click a thousand thoughts ran through my head. What was happening to my brother who was in L.A. Or my parents who were at there firms, working late. And then my three friends families, who I cared for a lot because they treated me like family.

Then I saw them all getting ripped apart like people from Resident Evil and The Walking Dead. Now they were surounding my friends and I. My friends were now getting riped apart by there own families.

I shook my head in the real world and calmed my heart rate. It seemed like everyone was lost in there own thoughts. Santana was frozen with her hand on the handle, she stared at me with wide eyes. She let out a shakey breath and pulled the door as quick as she could.

Three zombies fell to the floor infront of my feet. One of them, a girl with flaming red hair, tried to grab my ankle and take a chunk of me, but I jumped back. Rachel let out a scream of fear and swung her bat down and it smashed the head of the zombie infront of her. Santana got the one that was infront of Brittany, who was frozen with fear.

Rachel got the one infront of me and I swung at one that was now charging at me. I flew over at Santana who stuck out the poker. The zombie flew into the poker and it let out a groan. It still was trying to get out of me, "Oh my god!" I gasped.

Santana dropped the poker in fear and she grabbed a hockey stick in a plit second. There were still three, now moving into the room, not including the one who was trying to get up. "Run!" Santana screamed.

We bolted out of the room, pushing the zombies away, and racing down the dark hallway to the stairs. I was in the back of the group and I couldn't help but turn around and see the zombies chasing us.

In slow motion I saw all four of the zombies trip and stumble down at us. I jumped onto the railing and flung myself down the last ten feet and watched as the zombies tumbled down the stairs at Rachel. She fell with them, they tried to take a chuck out of her but as all five of them tumbled down the stairs she kept them at bay with her bat.

"Rachel!" I screamed and then I felt a sharp pain in my ankle. Santana and Brittany both were now looking back at Rachel. She was now laying on the ground screaming in fear. She was beating away the snapping jaws.

I tried to walk to the door as Rachel stood up, now two of the zombies looked dead. Or atleast there heads were beat in. But the pain was to much, I fell to the ground with a scream. "Son of a bitch!" I screamed as Santana and Rachel hoisted me up and took me to the door while Brittany beat the last two zombies away.

The light was still swinging in the slight wind. I saw the zombies faces aluminated in the small light. They looked tanner than they actually were, almost normal besides there white-blue eyes.

I hobbled my way into the front seat of Santana's Kia Optima. Santana slid into the drivers seat and her car roared to life. She slammed her foot onto to gas petal and I heard that sound that the cars make in those movies.

AN-Now Blaine has a hurt ankle and they are driving to the Mall! Will they be killed on the way! Of course not cuz then I won't have a story :)! So Review plz! I love all of you!