Part XII

They went out of the house with Britt leading happily the way.

"Do you think she is…?" Puck asked when they were out of ear range.

"She doesn't look crazier than normal" he said, looking at the girl who was not getting inside the car.

"She did say she was hungry" the mohawked boy reminded him with a stare.

"So would I be if I hadn't eaten all weekend, Puck. Let's give her the benefits of doubt until she starts behaving strange, please?" Kurt asked, looking tired. "I really need to think that ours friends and family might be alive and well, you know"

"So do I, but I don't want us to end up dead too" Puck said morosely.

"I know" muttered Kurt before going to the car, opening the door, and closing the matter with it.

Sam's motel was a really run down place near the Waffle House. His family still had money troubles but at least his father had got a job and managed to keep paying the motel room without having to pawn the rest of their stuff. So, as long as it was cheaper, they were going to keep living there for a while.

They parked the car next to a truck and got out of it, guns in their hands just in case.

"Sam?" Puck called from outside his room, pounding on the door.

"Puck?" cried a voice from the inside, a broken sob.

Puck tried turning the knob but it didn't open, so he started pounding again a little stronger.

"Sam, open the door" he asked.

"Puck… no. Don't come inside" Sam cried again. Puck tried the door again "No, really. Stay away from here"

"What's going on, dude? You are freaking us out, out here" Puckerman looked at Kurt with a miserable face, fearing the worst.

"Something was wrong with Stevie, he… I…" sobbed the voice inside the room and Kurt just couldn't stand it anymore. He made a motion with his hand and a foot and they tried to open the door kicking it together on the count of three.

After a few tries they made it, even if Sam screamed inside for them to stop.

The inside of that motel room was awful and Kurt was too shocked to be freaking out right now, or he would have. Totally. He certainly started crying as soon as he could understand the scene he had in front of him.

Sam was sitting on a corner, blood on his hands, face and clothes although the tears had cleaned his cheeks. He was sobbing uncontrollably and crying out as If he was in pain. He looked as if he was in pain.

In his arms was Stevie; bloodied and wounded, with his neck bent in a really odd angle. Sam was caressing his hair, as if the kid was just asleep.

Dangling from one of the beds was Stacy; with bit marks all over, the floor under her was a mess of skin, blood and guts.

A puddle of blood had formed around the kids.

Puck took a couple steps back before losing his breakfast on the sidewalk but Kurt just couldn't away from the look of despair in Sam's eyes as he cried looking at his hands.

Kurt took a deep breath outside the room, where the air was still fresh and didn't smell of coagulated blood, and started taking a few steps to where Sam was bawling his eyes out.

"I was tired- I just fell asleep for a while! I was going to bring them something to eat in a bit, I just needed to rest a bit cause I had been looking for them all night and I was just so relieved to find them alive that I just sat down on the bed and I fell asleep. I don't know how long, but it I don't think it was long enough for this to happen" the boy cried on the floor. Kurt took him in his arms and cried a little with him when Sam clung to them tightly. "They were hungry. They said they were really hungry. They fell asleep in bed hugging each other. When I woke up… God, when I woke up Stacie was dead already. Stevie ate her; he was eating from her when I woke up. I tried to stop him. I threw him away, but he just stood back up and went back to try to… I kept trying to hold him back until I just couldn't resist. I threw him to the wall so hard. God, I could hear his little bones cracking. But he came back up time after time, until his neck broke… My little brother, my little sister... God, why did this happen, Kurt?"

"I don't know, Sam, I don't know" he answered, almost sure that the blond boy in his arms wouldn't even hear his words in the state he was. He just rubbed his back and willed him to calm down, whispering words and he helped him let go of the kid, stand up and walk outside.