Quinn's POV:

"We just want you guys to be careful okay? Don't do anything ridiculous. Just get what you need and come back immediately. I don't need you getting stuck out there with those things." Marley grabbed Jakes face and started to kiss him. Right beside them was Brittany helping Santana get her things together and telling her bye. I was so relieved when they found us in the choir room yesterday. We were walking into school when we ran into those things. We locked ourselves in the choir room and turned all the lights off. I watched as Brittany let Santana go as she walked out of the door. You could tell that she was uneasy by the way her shoulders slumped and she ran her left hand through her golden blonde hair.

I've always dreamt about having a relationship like Britt and Santana. Their indescribable love, the way they look into each others eyes, how they always made it through whatever situation they were in. Just basically everything about their relationship, I've always wanted. In a way you could say that I was jealous. But now, I have a love of my own. A love that has never felt so right. Everything I've searched for, that I've longed for; I found in Rachel. Nothing has ever felt so right.

A little after Santana, Jake and Ryder left to get weapons, Brittany and Marley headed down to the gym to get baseball bats and anything else they thought we could use to protect ourselves. Rachel and I took it upon ourselves to check all of the windows and doors around the school to make sure there wasn't any weak points where zombies could get in.

"I can't imagine going through any of this with anyone but you, babe." Rachel looked at me and smiled.

"I can't imagine it either. You keep me calm, you really do." I grabbed onto her arm and leaned on her shoulder. She kissed my forehead and hugged my arm tighter. She added, "Of all places, I didn't think McKinley was where we would be spending our one year anniversary."

"It doesn't matter where we spend it, as long as we're together." I stopped in the middle of the hallway and grabbed her hands. "I will not let anything come between us. Never. Not even a zombie."

When we finished up checking on all the possible entries we met up with Brittany and Marley near the girls locker room to do one last check. When we cleared the room we sat outside in the hall for a while and talked.

"This seems all too surreal. I mean we all would talk about stupid zombie attacks, and aliens coming to abduct us. But never in a million years did I think that one of those would become reality. Zombies. Who would've thought huh?" Marley was spinning the bat in her hands. "I'm just glad that I have all of you here with me, I don't think I would be this sane if not for being around all of you."

"I know what you mean," I grabbed Rachel's hand. "All of this seems like a dream. A crazy, crazy dream that I don't want to wake up from no matter how hard I try. The past day seems like a year. Who knows how long it'll be until things go back to normal?"

"I'm sure it won't be too long, they said they're working on a cure right?" Brittany leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. "I can't even think that far ahead. I just want Santana to get back already. It doesn't want to leave my mind."

"How about you two go back up stairs and we'll wait down here for them to get back? That way you guys can go and try and get your mind off of things and just rest." They agreed and handed us the keys to the padlock on the chained door, and two bats just in case anything was to happen.

"Thanks guys." They made their way up the stairs and disappeared from view.

Time ticked on and Rachel started to get sleepy. I got up and started walking around so that I wouldn't fall asleep too. But before long, I couldn't fight off the sandman. I sat back down next to my girl and layed my head on her lap. I was in and out of dreamland when I heard something that sounded like a gunshot. I nudged Rachel.

"Did you hear that babe?" She shook her head and fell back asleep. I closed my eyes again but not long enough till I heard another shot. I got up and walked over to the doors. I peeked my head through the glass windows to see if anyone was outside. Right when my eyes focused, a bloody handprint came out of no where and hit the window. It slid down to the bottom of the window pane and up again. I fell backwards and screamed. Rachel was right there and got a hold of me and pulled me backwards.

"Hello? Britt? Quinn? Anyone! Please! Open the doors!" It was Santana. I stumbled through my pocket to get the keys but it was like my fingers were covered in butter. Two more gun shots went off and I finally got the key into the socket. "Hurry!"

I finally got the door open and Santana stumbled in with a big black duffel bag over her shoulder. She was covered in blood. I turned around to look at her when Rachel screamed.

"Quinn move!" I turned to see a zombie right behind me. Rachel came up on me like superwoman and swung the bat straight into the zombies head. Blood splattered everywhere because of the impact. We dragged the zombie outside and hurried back in. As I locked the padlock, Rachel made her way over to Santana who seemed like she was hyperventilating.

"Santana what happened out there? Why are you covered in blood? Are you okay?"

"There were zombies hiding out in Jake's house and we didn't see them. We started to grab things when they came out and they caught us by surprise. I shot about four but the sound of the gunshot must've attracted more and the space between Jake's house and his neighbors isn't much. They came in from everywhere. I cleared a path but they got cornered and told me to get out. I made it out, but just barely. It was close man, it was close. The last I saw of them, they were running towards Jake's car." She started to cry now. "I should've stayed."

"Staying would've probably made things worse for you. You did what they asked." I stood up and held out my hand. "Let's get upstairs. You have a very anxious girlfriend waiting for you."

"I'll take the bag from you, San." Rachel and I helped her up and we made our way upstairs.

We turned the corner and saw Britt pacing up and down the hallway. When her eyes made contact with Santana she started to cry. She slowly made her way to her, taking steps between the heavy sobbing and trying to breath. We walked into the room and put the bag down in the corner. Marley got up from her seat hoping to hear something from us.

"He isn't back yet, Marley. Him and Ryder are still out there." She looked like she was about to pass out. "Here, just sit with us and I'm sure he'll be back anytime."

Brittany took Santana down stairs so she could wash up and get a change of clothes. A P.E uniform wasn't the most flattering but it was all she had until she was ready to go back out and get her clothes from their car. They came back upstairs and sat down next to us. Kitty, Artie and Unique were in the teachers lounge watching if anything had changed. And so far, nothing had.

"What if.. What if they don't come.." Marley put her face in her palms.

"Don't think that way, Marley. I'm sure they're fine. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry I didn't stay with them." She looked up and gave a half smile.

"Don't apologize, it's alright. They told you to go. It's not like you left them there to die." Marley grabbed Santana's hand. "I'm just glad that I have an idea of they went through, and even though it's not my ideal situation, I'm glad you were there. And I'm glad you got back safely."

I stood up and walked out of the room. I didn't know exactly where I was going but I ended up sitting on the window pane overlooking the parking lot. There were dozens of them walking all through the parking lot. They were possibly people I knew. I mean, I did grow up in Lima. I squinted my eyes hoping that I could identify I few. I felt someone touch my back and I jumped. I turned to see Kitty standing behind me.

"May I join you?" I tapped the empty spot next to me and she sat down. "I wanna know something. It may be inappropriate, so you don't have to answer. But, if Rachel were to get bit? Would you be able to shoot her? I mean, when she turns? Would you be able to do it?"

I had never thought about it. And now that I was, I wasn't sure if I would be able to. To have to look Rachel in the face and shoot her. That's something that would absolutely kill me inside. Shooting her would make me wanna shoot myself.

"Would you shoot Artie?"

"We talked about it before. Like way before. Before any of this started happening." She broke my gaze and looked out the window. "If it were to come down to that then yes, I would. He knows how much I love him but he wouldn't be, him."

She was right. And she had a point. A zombie isn't themselves, they're just a corpse. No heart beat. No thoughts. No feelings. But would I be able to shoot Rachel? Only time will tell.