Quinn closed her eyes and slid down the wall. What had just happened? Nothing this bad had ever happened to Quinn in her entire life. Sure, her reputation had faded away, but she'd never actually expected to fear for her life. Quinn had always been Little Miss Perfect, until Puck-and later Beth- came into her life. Ever since giving birth to Puck's child and then having to hand her over to Rachel's real mother, Quinn had been really messed up. But did she really deserve to die? Quinn thought, dirty tears rolling down her face. Realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Oh my god, I really am going to die here.
The hallway was completely silent other than the sound of the pitter-patter of Puck's Nike shoes flying across the floor. It was rather disorienting running in the dark, and Puck kept on tripping on his own two feet because of it. "Shit!" He cursed, as he fell yet again on the concrete floor. Puck brushed off his bloody knees and stood up. Puck swung his torch around the corridor wildly, searching for any signs of life. Puck was just about to keep on running when he saw a familiar blond head bob around the corner. "Quinn," he breathed. Puck never thought he'd be this happy to see her face. "Hey Quinn! Quinn!" Puck called, sprinting over to her. Quinn was running faster now, trying to get away from him. She probably thought he was some crazy ax murderer or something. "Quinn." Puck touched Quinn's shoulder and she let out a huge gasp, her eyes widened. Her face immediately relaxed as soon as she realized it was Puck. "Oh, its just you," She said, quickly brushing away a few stray tears. "What're you doing here?" Puck shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "Same reason you're hear, I guess." Puck thought there was supposed to be someone else trapped her with them… But who was it? He frowned slightly, concentrating hard. As if reading Puck's mind Quinn said, "I feel like… like there's something we're missing. Who else is here? I can't seem to remember." Quinn scowled and kicked the ground. She's so cute when she's frustrated. Puck thought longingly. He walked up to Quinn and slouched up against the wall, mimicking her posture. "That's what I'm trying to figure out. I know who it is, I know it!" Quinn rolled her eyes. "Sure Puck," she said in that monotone voice of hers. Puck was so deep in thought he almost didn't notice the gash in Quinn's throat. "You're hurt!" He cried, grabbing Quinn's shoulders and looking into her eyes intently. "Who did this to you? I'll kill em!" Quinn's eyes widened and she put her hand on Puck's chest. "Puck no, please don't! He was big and strong. The dude had a mask on so I couldn't even see his face. Except for those eyes." Quinn shuddered. "Alright," Puck said defeated. "whoever it was, he's probably still lurking around here, hoping for some fresh meat. Lets go." Puck figured this was the stranger who'd tied him up, but something told him up, but something told him not to mention it to Quinn, since it would probably result in a major nervous breakdown. "No arguments there," Quinn said, moving away from the wall. She looked so independent, like she could carry the weight of the world on her shoulders if she needed to. Even though her hair was a mess, her clothes tattered, and her face caked with dirt, Puck still thought Quinn was the most beautiful girl in the world. "You coming or what?" Quinn said, tilting her head questioningly. "Um sure, y-yeah. I'm coming." Puck replied, keeping his cool. Together, the tow set off into the darkness.