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Author's Note: Look at me. Two chapters in one day...zomg. Probably cuz I won't update this tomorrow. So yeah. I'll see what I can do. Right now I'm frantically typing trying to get them all written so all I have to do is swing by and update. Here we go y'all.
Dusk til Dawn Chapter 4
Sue stopped abruptly when a loud wail came from the hallway up ahead. She held up her hand, fingers spread wide, trying to tell her followers to stay put. She slowly makes her way forward inching around the corner. Her eyes go comically wide, her jaw dropping open.
The others blinked and locked gazes individually before creeping forward to see what was happening. A soft snort of laughter comes from the choppy pink haired ex-cheerio, the others trying to contain their laughter. A loud imitation pig squeal echos down the hallway before a loud crash is heard. Barreling down the hallway in the Cheerios golf cart, a make shift battering ram made up of football equipment attached to the front, is Shannon Beiste. Her cart mowed down the tanned body of Figgins, clipping the leg of the downed Karofsky. A hockey stick is clutched in her hand as as swings out cracking over the back of Azimo.
"Yee-Haw!" She exclaims as she skids to a stop in front of the group.
"You-You incompetent hillbilly!" Sue screeches. "That's my golf cart!" She storms forward as Beiste stands out of the cart.
"Well, Sue, it didn't look like you were using it so I figured I'd take it for a spin." Beiste responds with her trademark smile. Sue huffed as she glared at the woman.
"It doesn't matter! It is my property the keys were in a locked safe in my office!"
"Who said anything about keys?" The brunette laughed out.
"Umm...Coach?" Brittany tries to get the blond's attention.
"You hot wired it?" She throws her arms up, the gun thumping back into her thigh.
"Coach..." Came from a wide-eyed Santana.
"Hell yeah!" Beiste replied enthusiastically.
"Coach Sylvester!" Rachel screams.
"What hobbit!" Sue whips her head towards the diva, her green eyes a stormy sea of anger.
Rachel raises her hand pointing behind her. "That."
The two adults whip their heads around to see the three previously downed zombies advancing on them.
"Well I'll be damned, they look hungrier than a raccoon stuck in a log heading down stream during trash day."
The members of the groups shared glances, except for Sue who was raising her gun, they shrugged having no idea exactly where Shannon Beiste got her analogies. The sound of the shotgun going off, pumping, then going off again draws their attention. They watch as the bodies of Figgins and Karofsky drop to the ground lifeless. Sue pumps the shotgun again and pulls the trigger only to hear a 'click'.
"Streisand, give me more bullets!" She called without turning around.
Rachel's eyebrows raise. "Ms Sylvester you never gave me any ammunition."
"What? Of course I did, when we were leaving my office!" She allowed the gun to drop to her side, twisting her body towards to the small diva.
"I'm afraid you are mistaken." Rachel replies timidly. "I was never at your office, you met up with me around my locker."
Sue's eyebrows raise and her mouth pulled back into a scowl. The zombiefied football player was quickly advancing, Rachel rolled her eyes before stalking forward to bludgeon her bat into the stomach of Azimo, so he would bend down, then with a small jump she arcs the bat downward into the back of his skull. The sickening crunch of his skull echoed down the silent hallway.
"Get some Berry!" called Lauren, her body hanging halfway out of the doonward of Ms Pillsbury's office.
Rachel huffed slightly and spun to look at Sue and motioned with a tick of her head down the hallway.
"Right. Let's go you sickening bunch of sloppy babies!"
"Was that a pig?" Finn queried, his face in his constipated thinking expression.
"I know that squeal!" Exclaims Mr Shue as he darts out of the door.
Mercedes stares at the empty doorway for a minute, her eyes darting to look at the other four occupants of the room. She raises her finger as if to say something, but stops herself, her head shaking side to side before she follows the teacher out of the room.
Finn reaches out to Artie grasping the handles of his chair, he pushes him after the two. Mike looks to Tina who shrugs, he wraps his arm around her shoulder and follows them out.
Okay I actually added that last part in. But here we go this is chapter four. Yay. Love it? Hate it? Tell me all about it. Press that lovely review button down there.