AN: So so sooooo sorry for the delay. As mentioned in my newest update for WGP, I just haven't been in the writing mood. I hope to update more frequently with both of my stories.

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Luckily, Santana and I didn't have to walk far before coming upon a new little community which was, big surprise, deserted as per usual. No humans. No zombies. Nothing. Only empty houses, abandoned cars and shattered glass from broken windows of stores polluted the streets.

Not only was I pleased that we came across this tiny town within only 30 plus minutes, but I was relieved because I didn't have to listen to Santana try and put the blame on me for everything that just happened.

"This is ridiculous, Santana. You gave her the gun. You were flirting. You were the one that should have shot her when you had the chance."

She stops abruptly and looks me dead in the eye. I'm a little frightened for a moment but I stand my ground none the less.

"Ya. Like you would have shot her if you had the chance. They may be bitches, Berry but they're still humans."

She had a point. I would never have shot any living human. Not to mention two beautiful blondes.

"You're right," I admit softly, "I'm sorry. I just don't like you yelling at me when, obviously, we were both a little guilty of having oogle eyes at the two of them."

I don't expect an apology on her half, but her short nod is enough for me and we continue towards one of the houses ahead with a blue mini van in the driveway. Once we reach it, I immediately open the passengers side door to inspect it. Once satisfied, I hoist myself in.

"What are you doing?" Santana speaks from my side. Still standing outside the vehicle.

"Umm, getting in the van?" I say in a dumbfounded voice.

She continues to stare at me blankly as if she's waiting for me to continue.

"Are you ok?"

"A van, Berry. A mini van. Who do you think we are? Soccer moms?"

The fuck?

It's my turn to stare at her blankly. In my eyes, a van is perfect! Tinted windows, sliding doors, lots of back seat space for rest and supplies not to mention easy on gas. Santana on the other hand seems to have other plans.

"Get out of the van."

I sigh and do what she says. I begin to walk away when I hear a smash behind me. I turn around to see Santana jumping on the hood of the van and smashing the windshield with a large rock.

"STUPID! FUCKING! BITCHES! STEALING! MY! CAR!"

I decide that I shouldn't interrupt her little therapy session so I sit on the curb and let her blow off some steam. Laughing a little to myself when she swears in spanish between each blow to the soon to be destroyed mini van.

When I'm sure she's finished terrorizing the vehicle, I stand up and walk towards her, placing my hand on her shoulder for sympathy. I'm surprised when she doesn't shrug me off or flinch at the contact. Instead she just sighs and tries to catch her breath.

"Come on. Let's keep looking." she finally gasps out and continues on down the street. I follow close by trying to give her a little space anyway.

As we walk down the street, my thoughts still pool towards the two blonde sisters. How did they survive? Why were they so quick to just ditch us? Why the hell were they so gorgeous?

My thoughts are once again caught off by the latino who is now sprinting towards one of the vacant houses ahead. At first I'm a little concerned that she is perhaps running away from something, or someone. But I am relieved when I hear her laughing and squealing in excitement. I pick up my pace and begin to jog after the crazy girl.

That makes sense.

Santana is literally jumping for joy in this persons driveway which occupies a very large, very yellow SUV with shiny silver rims and tinted black windows. This thing looked like it was something out of the army! Minus the bright yellow tint. The wheels were almost as big as me, and the siding looked as if it could be hit with a baseball bat and not dent at all.

"Now this is more like it!" the ecstatic latino expresses from inside the vehicle. She exits through the door holding possibly the largest gun I have ever laid eyes on.

"Berry! Look at this!" She peeks around the corner of the door at me and motions her hand towards her asking me to come look. I make my way towards the monster of a truck and am quite frankly caught speechless for the second time in one day at what I see.

Dozens of weapons placed in the back of this gigantic truck. Guns, crowbars, baseball bats, machetes. You name it! Everything was there! It reminded me of Santana's previous stash of goodies only ten times more, well, deadly!

For the moment, I was so caught in amazement by all of these objects, but it hit me. It hit me so hard that my smile of joy and excitement quickly turned into fear and disgust.

Where was the owner of these?

I back up out of the truck quickly and look at the ground. Santana seems to have noticed my sudden change in mood and watches me cautiously. "Something the matter?"

"Did you check the front seat?" I ask warily. She shakes her head in the negative. I swallow the vomit that is slowly making my way up my stomach and step towards the drivers side. I open it and jump away suddenly when a headless body falls out of the seat and stomach first onto the ground in front of me. I turn away into the bushes beside me and vomit violently.

"Christ! That's one dead red-neck!"

I'm too busy wiping the vomit from my mouth to yell at Santana for her crude remark. When I finally pull myself together minutes later, I notice that she is dragging the lifeless body to the ditch and that she has actually wiped down the seats with a towel I'm guessing she found in the back seat of the goodie truck.

"It's all clear, Berry. Now let's get a move on!"

I nod my head and take a deep breath before jumping in the passengers side. To my surprise, the car smells like vanilla and lavender. I notice the small car freshener hanging from the review mirror above me.

"I found a packaged one in the dash" she seems to have noticed me eyeing the tiny smelling tree.

I smile and begin to search through the other compartments of the vehicle. Finding a few packages of beef jerky, a bag of doritos and several mini Kit-Kat bars. I mention to Santana that we will need to stop and get some more food supplies and she agrees.

As we pull out of the town I find myself drifting slowly to sleep. Hoping to dream of the blonde girl. Minus the fact that she stole my possessions along with my heart.

"Berry! Berry!" WAKE UP STREISAND!"

I'm shooken awake by a fiery latino practically screaming in my face. I shake my head and open my eyes. I notice the sky has turned almost dark and I glance at the dashboard clock to see it read 7:49 PM.

"Berry! Look ahead of us! Look!"

I rub the sleep from my eyes and look to where she's pointing. Parked on the side of the road nearly 100 meters ahead is Santana's old black SUV. The engine bonnet is up, one of the back tires is flat and there is white writing on the sides of the doors reading "SOS" and "HELP!" in big bold letters.

"Those bitches wrote on my baby!" she grits out between her barred teeth.

"Santana calm down. Did you see them? Are they even in the car?"

I see her shake her head, "No. Not yet. But there's no way in hell they'd abandon a perfectly good vehicle. They must be close by."

We both stay silent for a moment and scan the area for the two blondes. Still not finding anything in sight.

"I have a plan," the latino breaks the silence with a small grin.

I am what people call the "guinea-pig" in this so called plan. I'm within 20 meters to the abandoned vehicle with my new AK47 in my hands as I cautiously scan the area for survivors. Santana's master plan was for me to walk down to the area and look for survivors. If the coast was clear, I am to give Santana a wave of clear for her to drive down and pick me up, along with any supplies left behind by the two girls.

I'm up against the side of the black SUV and peering in the windows in search for anything. Sadly, yet luckily at the same time, there is no sign of the beautiful blondes anywhere. I sigh audibly and give Santana a small wave. I watch the yellow SUV start up and begin pulling towards me.

I jump in the black vehicle to retrieve our bags and old weapons. By the time I grab everything in my arms, I hear Santana pulling up next to me.

"No sign of them San. But they left our bags here!" I say to her from inside the car.

"Umm, Berry?" I hear her from behind me

"Just a sec I have to grab your bag."

"Rachel," I hear her from behind me again.

"Ugh, what Santa-" my sentence is cut off by the cock of a gun behind me. I turn my head slowly to have my heart jump out of my chest and my breath get caught in my throat.

Standing behind Santana with a knife held to her neck and her arms restrained to her sides by a strong pale arm is the Brittany girl with a mischievous grin on her face. Standing next to them both is Quinn, pointing, yet again, her double barrel shot gun at my face.

You're kidding me.

"I can assure you this is no joke, Rachel." she emphasizes my name. I must have said that out loud..

"Look, can we just drop the weapons and talk for a second! I can't think straight with all this going on." I sigh out and rub my forehead.

Brittany immediately drops her raised knife and lets Santana go, much to Quinn's disproval.

"Brittany!" she squeals out in annoyance. Brittany just shrugs her shoulders adorably.

"Listen girls. We aren't any harm to you. In fact, we could benefit each other by sticking together for a bit! More rest breaks, better defense and attack. Hell it'd be nice to have some more company too! Why don't we just travel together for a bit!"

Quinn still hasn't lowered her gun and I see her eyebrows furrowing at my suggestion. I'm lost in her eyes and I barely hear the girls talking behind her.

"Come on Q. They're cute! And they obviously know what they're doing!" the other blonde says as she walks next to her sister. Quinn turns her head slightly towards her pouting sister and sighs. "Where are you two going?" she asks out behind her cocked gun.

"I'm going to the west coast. I hear the virus hasn't spread there yet." Santana replies calmly from behind the two blondes. The three of them turn to face me awaiting my response. I just nod and say "same." In all honesty, I don't have an agenda right now. I don't know where I'm going.

Quinn slowly lowers her gun and I feel my heart beat back to normality. "I'm driving," is all she says before she passes Brittany the gun and gets in the drivers side of the yellow truck. I look at Santana and she looks back at me and shrugs her shoulders. Brittany is busy getting the rest of the supplies from the old vehicle and placing them in the trunk.

"Nice work Berry. Smooth talker aren't you?"

"Shut up San. I just saved your pretty little neck from getting sliced." I grunt out.

She just huffs a laugh out and opens the back seat door. I'm about to follow her in but an excited Brittany jumps in behind her before I can even process what happened. Now I'm forced to sit in the front seat with an agitated blonde who doesn't seem all that friendly or fond of me just yet.

I take a deep breath and open the door and jump in beside her. Keeping my fingers crossed that I can get on her good side before we reach California.

AN: Thanks for your patience! See you soon!