They get out of that room just about as fast as they can, running down the halls to try and find a safe haven.
"Of course," Quinn puffs, "of course we had to choose the one room for tutoring with a door that doesn't lock."
The three of them turn into a deserted hallway. Deserted is good, but it's a dead end and they have no way to barricade themselves off. They stand there for a minute, panting. Outside, Mercedes can see some of the…whatever they are…burst out of the school.
"Jesus," she whispers. The other two look at her questioningly, and she gestures to where she had been looking. "It's going to spread…it's like…"
She doesn't finish that sentence.
They just stand there for a moment, looking at the floor. Mercedes can hear the enormous din getting closer.
[ they'll be here soon. ]
They will. Too soon. And when they're here –
[ you'll be dead. ]
Apparently Quinn can hear it, too, because she says, "We'd better get go –" But she's cut off by a monstrous crashing sound. It looks like part of the ceiling has collapsed. Quinn grabs an errant chair and brandishes it at the wreckage, which is beginning to stir. Weirdly, amidst the broken ceiling tiles, Mercedes can also see the remains of a trophy.
Mercedes' jaw drops as three extremely dusty figures emerge – Puck, Kurt, and Santana. Kurt is currently punching Puck on the upper arm.
"Moron," Kurt spits. "What were you thinking? Oh, that's right, nothing. As usual."
Puck pushes Kurt a little. 'Oh, really? This was your idea, Fancypants."
Kurt looks like he could cheerfully murder Puck as Puck utters the last word. Before he can start abusing Puck again, though, Santana shoves the two apart.
"You are both morons. Get a fucking room already –" Kurt twitches with surprise, and one of Puck's eyebrows arches. "– and realize that we have bigger problems." She turns away from the incredulous boys and says, quite calmly, "Hey, Quinn, Finn, Aretha. Sorry that their sexual tension is causing problems again."
Kurt splutters at that for a moment, then subsides and makes his way over to Mercedes to give her a lung-crushing hug. Once she peels herself away, Mercedes looks at Kurt and asks, "What happened?"
Kurt sighs, then begins to explain what has happened. The mood darkens considerably as he tells them, breaking off a few times to stare at the wall, his jaw working, about what happened to Mr. Schuester. How he hid in the choir room, then found Puck and Santana, how they crawled through the ceiling to find somewhere safe.
"And then," Kurt finishes, "this utter imbecile said that this was a good place to come out, and broke through the ceiling before I could offer a better plan." He levels an acid glare at Puck.
"Don't get your panties in a twist, Hummel. I was right, wasn't I?"
Santana rolls her eyes. "Well, now that we've all caught up…" She waves the still-squabbling boys down the hall, and the rest of them follow begrudgingly. Finn is watching Puck and Kurt argue, his mouth open slightly.
Santana hisses, "Come on, you guys, we don't have much time."
A group of the…things…comes running down the halls towards them. Santana raises her eyebrows as if to say, point proven, yes? , and they all begin running again.
Mike
Mike knows the door won't last much longer. All they can do is run, at this point.
So when the door falls(to the outside, thank God), they make a break for it. They're free, they can outrun these things, easy, they'll live –
Mike hears someone cry out behind him.
He knows that voice.
He turns, and Artie is being torn from his chair. Turns out a wheelchair becomes that much more of a liability in a situation like this.
He can see Matt fighting his way towards Artie, and Mike's mouth shapes a word something like no and something like don't, and Matt goes down beneath a pile of the things.
Mike's eyes are stinging. He swipes at them angrily, grabs Tina's hand, and runs.
Mercedes
Mercedes isn't sure how long she's been running. Too long, she knows that much, and she thanks her brief training on the Cheerios for the fact that she's lasted this long.
But it gets so much worse when she looks at the people next to her, and Quinn isn't one of them.
She almost stops and tells the others, but she knows they can't think about it right now. Mercedes continues to run, tears spilling from her eyes, chanting silently, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sorry, Quinn.
Finn's face is set as he runs, and she thinks he must already know.
Emma
It turns out that keeping fifty terrified teenagers quiet is not the easiest thing to do.
They just won't shut up.
Emma thinks she knows what going insane is like. She thinks the students know, too.
Another problem soon arises; there are windows in the door, small ones, with no paper covering them.
So when Becky's pleading, blood covered face presses against the glass, and she bangs her fists on the door, shrieking please and help and oh, god…
They can see it all. A student grabs the handle, begins to turn it.
"Don't open that goddam door!" Emma screams. But it's too late. All she can do is grab Brittany and get the hell out. Karofsky follows, and she pauses to push him in front of her, shielding him fro the mob behind as much as she can.
She can't run very fast, though, with the shoes she's wearing – candy-pink spike heels to match her skirt and cardigan, her second-favorites. As she falls, she sees Karofsky pulling Brittany along, and smiles. A shadow falls over her, and she looks at the crazed, ravaged face looming above her.
"Will?" she breathes. It is the last this she says before her entire world is pain. It's the last thing she thinks, too, surrendering willingly to the hands of her killer as she begins to wish only for a way for the pain to end.
Mike
He's dimly aware that he's crying. As he pulls Tina through the too-bright hall, he keeps envisioning Matt's last moments. An errant thought emerges:
[ he died bravely. ]
But he shoves that away angrily. That doesn't matter. Matt is dead. Mike wonders idly how much it hurt.
It couldn't have hurt more than this, watching without being able to help, watching while –
He shoves that away, too, and instead concentrates on Tina. She's not crying. Her face is pale, expressionless. She moves mechanically. Survival is just another chore now.
They run towards a classroom, empty except for some overturned desks. Behind him as they enter, Tina trips on the threshold, bringing them both crashing to the floor. At the sound, a shape begins to move towards them.
[ it'll never end ]
But as the form moves closer, it takes on recognizable features. Cropped, blonde hair, a pristine track suit.
It's Sue Sylvester.
With a machine gun.
She says nothing, just motions for them to follow. She presses a partially concealed button on the wall, revealing a tiny room, complete with a minifridge and a squashy-looking loveseat. Mike gently maneuvers Tina onto it, then sits beside her. Sue sinks onto a stool that Mike hadn't previously noticed, and glances at her watch.
They site, and wait for a miracle. Or, Mike does, and maybe Tina. He's not sure what Sue is waiting for, although the way she continues to flash glances at her watch suggests that there's something.
Probably recording the time that the destruction of the Glee club was successful, Mike thinks. He's unable to stop a hysterical laugh from escaping at the thought, but subsides as he remembers (again) the look Matt gave him before he
[ died. ]
Mike's mind supplies the word even though he really does not want it to. He hunches down, and waits for the world to end.