A/N: So, I don't have a beta for this one. I mean, I could have my beta read it, but I'm doing it so quickly that it would be unfair to expect her to try to keep up. Still don't know who I'm putting together as far as romances are concerned, I mean there are 'ships that I'm a huge fan of, but... I don't know. We will see. Loving the reviews, thanks you guys!

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Rachel reached over and ripped a towel bar off of the wall, spinning again, this time whipping the bar into the coach's neck. The snap of the breaking bones was very audible, echoing in the room, and Rachel didn't wait before grabbing a handful of Coach Sylvester's short blonde hair, and smashing her metal weapon into the woman's neck for a second blow. The woman's head came off with a horrible squelching sound, eliciting a sick screech from Quinn, and Rachel threw it as far away as possible, now moving to help Santana. Brittany seemed to be having no problem taking out the larger Principal Figgins, but even though Jacob wasn't overly large, Santana wasn't doing well at fighting him off. Luckily it didn't seem that he'd gotten a piece of her yet. With a savage cry, Rachel ran forward, thrusting the metal towel rod through the right eye socket of the former pervert; the rod came out the other side of his skull.

"Write about that on your blog," she snarled as she took a deep breath to settle her nerves. Brittany had just finished with the principal and both girls looked over to see Finn, Puck and Mr. Schue in the doorway, their mouths dropped open in astonishment. Rachel moved over to Quinn, who still sat in the corner Rachel had moved her to. "Are you okay, Quinn?" Rachel helped the pregnant girl stand. "They didn't get you did they?"

The teary blonde looked up at her in silence for a moment. "You… you saved me… after how horrible I've been to you… after everything… everything I've done, you saved me?"

Rachel took the other girl's face in both hands. "Quinn, we're on the same team here, even before the end of the world we were on the same team as far as I was concerned, and let me tell you something; I don't care what you've done to me, I will never let anything happen to you while I'm around to stop it."

"PUCK! MR. SCHUE!" Matt came skidding around the corner into the doorway. "The glass has started to crack! We gotta get upstairs with the others!"

For a moment no one moved and then they were all running. They'd chosen the old storeroom that had access to the roof for their final stand. It had two doors, one to the roof, and one to the rest of the school. It wasn't a large room, and it wasn't exactly the most comfortable with thirty bodies in it, but they thought it was the safest. They'd shoved all of the furniture in front of the door to the school. It wasn't long before they could hear the moans and shrieks of the creatures outside the doors. It wasn't long until they decided to move to the roof. Once the heavy metal roof access door was shut, Mr. Schue locked it with his faculty keys. Then they all started to huddle, everyone pitching in to take care of the small children. Coach Tanaka was staring over the side of the building muttering how it was like they could 'sense' the living people.

"How did you do that?" Finn asked Rachel where she stood staring at the access door. She stood silent, carrying one of the golf clubs Mike and Matt had found earlier.

"I did what I had to do. I certainly couldn't just stand there and let Coach Sylvester eat Quinn."

"She said it's what we were meant to do," Brittany had approached and stood next to Rachel holding her own club. "They're made men."

"Man-made," Rachel corrected. "She called them man-made."

Quinn still stood as close to Rachel as she could, and it didn't seem as if the brunette was going to tell her to go away. She couldn't explain it but after the locker room Rachel had made her feel extremely safe. Right now she'd hold onto that because not much was doing that for her.

Brittany's smile brightened, "Yeah, that's right, man-made evil."

"What are you two talking about?" Santana snapped, fear evident. "Have you both gone loco? We're going to die up here and you're talking about crazy shit?"

Brittany sighed in exasperation. "We're not going to die! She's coming for us!"

"What are you talking about, Brit? Who said you were meant to do this? Who said they were coming for you?" Puck asked, not liking the intensity with which Rachel kept staring at the door... it was starting to freak him the fuck out.

"No, no, coming for us… Tell 'em, Rachel!"

"They're coming for us," Rachel agreed. "I had theorized that I was just dreaming or suffering some hallucination from the stress of the day's events. At least I thought it was just a dream, but then the events of the locker room, and now…"

"Come on, Berry," Puck murmured. "You gotta stay with us here in the land of sanity. I know hopping the train to crazytown is your normal thing, but we're up a creek right now…"

"I know we aren't friends, Noah," Rachel spoke softly, her gaze still on the access door, missing his wince at her words, "but they are coming for us, and I need you to keep believing that. We just need to hold out until she gets here…which should be soon."

The wind began to pick up, and on the northeast corner of the roof the dust and dirt began to blow. Banging had started to come from the access door. The area above the northeast corner began to glow with a faint, green light, and everyone began backing up from it and the access door.

Brittany laughed in delight, "Woo! We told you she was coming!"

Suddenly it was if there was a dark green line being drawn in the shape of a door, and then being ripped away to emit a bright green opening. A man with dark hair, an eye patch and a double headed axe stepped through first, followed by a short, curvy brunette with bee stung lips, a lovely black girl carrying a long sword, a petite redhead carrying a sword, a tall, willowy female who looked about the age of the glee clubbers with glowing green hands, and finally a petite blonde. The blonde smiled at both Brittany and Rachel.

"Who's ready to blow this popsicle stand?" the brunette teen asked breaking the silence.

"You're real," Rachel said stepping closer to the blonde.

"I am," the blonde agreed. "And unfortunately so are those zombies, so why don't we save introductions for when we get home."

"That door's gonna break any minute," Will told the blonde, trying to suspend his disbelief for the moment.

"Faith," she called to the brunette with bee stung lips. "Vi, Rona."

"On it, B." The girl, Faith, pulled out matching sharpened sai from thigh sheaths, and began humming Don't Need Nothing But a Good Time, as she spun them in her hands. The black girl and the redhead also move forward stepping between the Lima natives and the access door.

"I brought my girls to cover our backsides while we got you and yours through our portal," the blonde told Will, all business now. "Once we found out your group was here, we did some recon to see if there were any other groups or singles in the area. We figured we'd just get you all in one go. Unfortunately, you are all that is left in this town… that doesn't mean that there weren't evacuees that we don't know about." The blonde had put her arm around Rachel's shoulders on one side and Brittany on the other.

"Are you just gonna trust this broad?" Ken snapped, as he joined them. "We don't know who she is! She could have caused all this!"

"Right now she also looks like the only way off the roof without taking a jump or becoming a snack," Finn found himself arguing with his coach. He saw surprise and shock on several faces. "Look, we don't have many options. Rachel and Brittany both say they know her and she was coming to help us. And she showed up with pretty damned good timing! That's good enough for me." He turned to the blonde, "Where do I go?"

"Go see Dawn, she's the unnaturally tall brunette."

"HEY! I cannot help it you're a midget," Dawn snarked back.

Finn picked up one of the smaller children and took the hand of another before moving over to Quinn and holding out his free hand. "Shall we?"

Her eyes went misty, but she nodded and put her hand into his. He led her over to Dawn. It seemed that was all it took, because then everyone started moving over, carrying the boxes of supplies they'd brought up with them. "Hi, I'm Finn, this is Quinn, Katie and Billie."

"Dawn Summers," she gave them a big smile. "Welcome to the Dawn Express, please keep your arms inside the ride at all times, and keep your tray tables in their locked and upright positions!"

Chuckling Finn took a deep breath, and he and Quinn stepped through.

"Is this going to mess up my hair? Because let me tell you, I've already ruined my outfit today, I don't need my hair destroyed too!"

Dawn looked at the brunette boy holding the larger black girl's hand, and the hand of another child, and saw the fine trembling. She remembered being that scared. Hells, most of the time she still felt like that. "Nope, my portals are a completely smooth ride, unlike a certain red witch on the other side…" Dawn leaned in a bit to whisper conspiratorially to them both, "Just do me a favor and don't mention that I said that."

Mercedes looked at the girl gratefully, "Honey, our lips are sealed."

It was when Buffy saw Artie that she knew. He sat in his wheelchair with two small children cuddled against him in his lap, and she felt it down deep in her belly; that niggle telling her he was different. She went to a knee, startling Will who still stood near her, so she could look him in the eyes. "Hello, I'm Buffy."

"Um, I'm Artie," he told her, a little startled she'd stopped to speak to him.

"I was told you had an amazing heart."

"Someone told you about me?"

"An old... friend... I think he'll be very glad to know we found you safe. It's a pleasure to meet you, Artie…"

Puck had sent Sarah through with Finn, and had just watched Tina and Artie go through. All that left of the Glee club was Rachel, Brittany and himself. Brittany had looked at him, seen the determination on his face, and gone through without a fight. "Come on, Berry, your rescuers arrived, time to go."

"I'm staying with them in case they need help," she told him patiently. "Go on through, Noah."

"What? Berry, I have always known you're a head case, but that's just beyond crazy! They have swords, you have a golf club!" He'd managed to move her closer to the vibrant green doorway.

"You two gonna argue, or are you gonna go?" Dawn asked, watching the two in fascination.

"Well, I don't know if they're gonna go, but I'm gonna go," Xander told the girl, hiding a smile as he moved past the arguing teens and into the portal.

The only people left on the roof now were Puck, Rachel, Dawn, Buffy, Rona, Vi and Faith. Rona and Vi walked on by high fiving Dawn as they went. Faith joined Buffy, and entwined their arms. "Yo, it's time to quit the bitchin' and head home! Unless you all wanna wait around for the flesh eating fuckers to break through?"

The two stopped arguing immediately and finally noticed everyone else gone. Sheepishly they turned and walked through the portal. The swirling portal had just winked out when the access door busted open spilling masses of the infected onto the roof.
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