So for this story it's going to be a mix of the actual story and diary entry's of the three main characters. Reviews and comments are very helpful so please, if you have any suggestions or anything then just post them. I don't take anything personal :)
Day 1:
I haven't kept a journal since the fourth grade. Maybe fifth. I'm not too sure. Today has been, far from normal. And even further from sane. San and I went from a happy homecoming to being chased by the living dead. We picked Blaine up on the side of the road and drove up to McKinley. We made our way into the school and just when we thought we were safe, Blaine's phone starting ringing and he shuffled through his jacket pocket to get to it but it was too late. Five zombies came around the corner and made their way to us. I started backing up and bumped into Santana. She told me that everything was going to be alright and made her way in front of me. She held the gun up and shot one in the chest but it kept coming. She popped off a couple more but it didn't stop coming. At that point, I didn't think we were going to make it. But she shot it in the head and it fell to the ground. After doing the same for the rest of them, she came running back to me. I was shaking and about to cry.
It's okay Britt. I'm here. I'm here for you.
She must've said that at least ten times because the shaking didn't stop. Once I calmed down we made our way down past the zombies and around the corner to the choir room. We knocked on the door a couple times and then opened it. Santana went in first to make sure it was clear. I slowly made my way in, followed by Blaine. We found Rachel and Quinn in one corner, and Kurt in another. Blaine was about as hysterical as he could get, now that he knew Kurt was okay. We all sat and talked about what was going on. Rachel explained that the three of them were there to decorate the room for the special occasion that they were going to have the next day. And of course, Rachel and Quinn hand in hand didn't go unnoticed. There were a bunch of questions, which they didn't hesitate to answer. They hadn't heard from anyone yet, so we decided to start calling people. Artie and Kitty were with Marley and Jake in Breadstix. Unique was at home hiding in her room and Ryder was on his way to go and get her to head up to the school. We told everyone that they should head up here so that way we had a little gang to survive with. Mr. Shue wasn't answering his phone, and neither was Puck or Sam. Santana and I made our way to the first floor so that we could open the front doors for everyone as they made their way here. It was a reunion of sorts, but under circumstances that wasn't anyone's first choice.
After everyone got there, we locked up the doors and made sure all other entrances were locked and windows were closed on the first floor so that no other zombies could get in. Santana and I took our time walking back up to the choir room.
"It's funny isn't it? I didn't think we'd be hiding out in the school, when we tried so hard to get out."
She was right though, because we would always talk about how excited we were to leave and finally start our lives together. And once we did, we find ourselves locking ourselves into the school. I just hope that this outbreak ends soon. Maybe it hasn't spread too far. Maybe it's been contained to just Lima and Cleveland. What would we do if it spread to the rest of Ohio? Or the rest of the United States for that matter. Everyone decided that it would be smart to have some kind of weapon, whether it was a baseball bat or a gun. It didn't matter how you did it, but getting the zombie in the head was the only way that you could kill them. In the morning Santana, Jake and Ryder were going to go out to grab weapons from Jake's house. He said he about 7 guns with lots of ammo. I was going to take Marley down to the gym with me to get baseball bats and whatever else we could grab to protect ourselves.
Dinner wasn't the greatest, granted it was whatever we could make out of the food we had in the cafeteria. There was alot of it though, so that was a good thing. At least we weren't going hungry anytime soon. We watched the tv in the teachers lounge to see if there was any updates on what was going on outside. Apparently, the virus did spread and much more people were infected. It wasn't the greatest news, but it also explained that the CDC was working on a cure as fast as possible so that did give us hope.
It's getting late, and Santana wants me to come and lay down already. I just hope that this whole zombie thing doesn't last long. It's not that I'm afraid of the zombies or of dying. I'm just afraid I'm going to lose the one thing that I love the most in this world. And that's Santana.