Part IV
The ride was silent except for the sound of the engine and Puck playing with the radio, trying to find any station working, thought it wasn't really that likely to happen as the blackout apparently covered all Lima, including the buildings that hosted the radio stations.
Thought the radio stations from other places didn't seem to work either. Just like the phones, and the TV, there was no signal.
The only light in the road came from the car and it barely helped Kurt feel safe. He just couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to jump to the streets; the something was going to happen.
Mercedes lived really close to Lima Memorial Hospital, so Kurt was almost sure that if something bad had happen to her at least she'd have medical attention soon enough. But he couldn't be sure. He just couldn't be sure of anything right now and it was making him insane with worry for everyone and…
"Kurt, breathe. You'll kill us both if you keep accelerating" Puck said with a thin voice, and Kurt spared a glance to see him holding on to the seat while trying to put his hand in front of him in case they crashed.
He took a breath and decelerated.
He made a turn at the Advance Auto Parts and went down Dana Ave. looking out for his friend's house.
The street was a disaster. There was a house burning up and a car that was went around a tree as if it was made of rubber. All the house's doors were open, some windows too, and there wasn't a single light anywhere.
Kurt pulled into Mercedes' driveway and didn't bother killing the engine; instead he maneuvered the car so that the head lights illumined the house through the windows. He took the gun and a flashlight and got off the car, calling out for his friend.
The house was dark and empty, no surprise there, but had clear signs of a fight having place. There was turned up furniture and things thrown in the way, as if someone was trying to stop something else from getting them.
Kurt's heart beat loudly in his chest. His grip on the gun tightened while he pointed the flashlight to the living room, then the kitchen.
He gave a gasp when he entered the bathroom and saw the way the mirror was cracked, blood in the center of it, as if a head had been crushed against it. The massive amount of blood on the sink and the floor, the footsteps that smeared it across the room and into hallway…
His legs gave up under him and he almost fell to the ground. Strong arms stopped him from falling, holding him close to Puck's chest as his vision started blurring.
It was the first clear proof they had that whatever happened in the town wasn't exactly peaceful. That maybe they were all dead, that his friends and parents were dead, that they weren't going to find them.
"Come on, Kurt" Puck said in a tight voice, to which Kurt looked up to find him fighting tears too. "We need to keep checking the house. Maybe she is hiding somewhere"
"Or maybe she is dead, Puck"
"We don't know yet. We'll lose faith when we see her body, ok?" the slightly taller teen said, making Kurt see him straight to his eyes. "We can't go on thinking that everyone is dead. If we start thinking that then it means that all those people who disappeared are dead, and I can't stand the idea of that, ok? I need to believe that my sister is alive somewhere and that she'll find her way back home"
Yeah, Kurt could totally get that. He needed to believe the same about his father after all.