Brittany's POV:

I haven't had much time to think let alone write in my journal. I walked out of the choir room to find a place that was nice and quiet. Marley had been crying all morning because she can't get in touch with her mom. Santana has been in a crappy mood and I honestly don't know why. I tried talking to her but I guess there's nothing to talk about. When I walked into the room next door I found Quinn sitting by herself.

"Quinn?" She turned around and I noticed that she was crying. "What's wrong? Is everything okay with you and Rachel?"

"Everything's fine, Britt. Thanks for asking though." She wiped her eyes and started to put her hair up. "How about you? How's San? She doesn't seem like she's in a good mood today."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Well I mean, you guys aren't talking. That never happens." I nodded. "Maybe she's about to get her period or something."

"Maybe. I'll try and talk to her later though." I walked up to and and sat on the chair to her right. "I'm going to take a guess and say that you and Rachel got into a fight because she's worried about Finn."

She replied with a simple sigh, and I put my hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it too much okay. She's with you now. You have her heart and she's made that perfectly clear to everyone."

I gave her shoulders a quick rub and I got up to walk out of the room.

"Hey Britt?" I turned around. "How do you guys do it? Stay together so long?"

I smiled and replied, "It's the love we share. It's not what I give her or what she gives me. It's what we give each other and the happiness that comes out of that is truly amazing."

"Wait one more thing."

"Whatsup?" I leaned against the door frame.

"Kitty and I were talking about it the other day. Say, Santana became a zombie. Would you be able to shoot her? Do you think you'd have it in you?"

Oh God. I didn't even want to think about anything like that. But now that she brought it up.

"I mean, if she was a zombie? And she was out to get me? Then maybe. But the pain that would hit me. Oh man, just thinking about it made my heart ache.

"Would you shoot Rachel?"

"Yeah, I've thought about it. We even talked about it the other night and she said that she would want me to kill her. Only because it wouldn't be her, and because she wouldn't want to hurt or kill me."

"I guess that's understandable." I tapped the door frame a couple times and walked out of the room.

I made my way into the Choir Room to see Santana motioning me to come over to sit next to her. I hesitated, but made my way over to her. I sat down net to her and she grabbed on to me.

"I'm really sorry I've been acting all weird today. I just, I don't feel like myself." I looked down at her, she was now getting comfortable in my lap. "I just want to lay here with you, babe. Please."

"Well I'm not saying you can't, lady." She cuddled even more and started to rock herself. "But don't fall asleep, it's only like 4:30."

And as much as I tried to, the question that Quinn had asked me a couple minutes before didn't want to leave my mind. Eventually I'd talk to San about it but now wasn't the time.

The day hadn't been very eventful really. A bunch of sitting around, waiting, and watching the tv for any changes. But with every news update, came no new news. The waiting game was difficult and I was definitely getting tired of it. I wanted answers, and I wanted them now.

As night fell, I decided that I wanted to hit the punching bag a couple times in the gym. I was surprised when Rachel asked if she could come with me. I told her what I was going to do but she insisted. Which was fine, I didn't have a problem with it. It was just, she didn't seem like the type that would want to punch the bag. Regardless, it was a good thing. At least she'll be able to defend herself better. As I started to wrap my hands, she began a conversation.

"I wanted to tell you that, you, Santana and Blaine finding us in the Choir Room was like a blessing." Where was she going with this? I thought to myself. "Kurt was close to breaking down, and Quinn was worried about you two. She knew that you'd be coming into Lima around that time and since you guys don't ever listen to the radio she didn't know if you heard the civil service announcement. The phone lines were down so we couldn't get in contact with you guys at all."

"We're glad we found you guys too. At least we all have each other. You know? It's not like we're out there defending ourselves by ourselves. We have a better chance at surviving as a group."

"Yeah you're right." I could tell that she wanted to say something but at the same time she didn't want to say it.

"Just say it, Rachel. I know you want to get whatever it is off of your chest."

"After the phone lines went down, I realized that I didn't get in touch with Finn. Or even try to. Which I feel horrible about. He may be out there all alone trying to survive." The sound of her voice made it obvious that she wanted to cry.

"I thought you called him?" She said nothing. I heard her sigh, and gulp right after.

"I tried to but his phone wasn't on I guess." Her eyes found mine and I saw the tears falling from them. "What if he turned? What if he'll never know that we were all looking for him?"

"I'm sure Finn knows, Rachel. I'm sure he's just fine actually."

"But how do you know that for sure?" I looked back at her.

"I don't." She looked down. "But it a situation like tis you have to stay positive because thinking about the negative won't help you."

After our workout hit the showers and headed back upstairs. Everyone was sitting around the tv in the teachers lounge.

As the days go by, the virus keeps spreading. The CDC has stated that they are close to a cure and will need a couple more days.

All I wanted was some answers. Was there a way that the CDC could come up with the cure so that if someone turns then we can turn them back? Because I thought about it long and hard, and there was no way that I would be able to shoot Santana.

I grabbed a bat and walked outside. I just wanted to take a walk, and the bat was just incase anything happened. The hallways were quiet but not in a eerie sort of way. I sat down in front of my old locker. It felt like it was just yesterday that I met Santana here. I remembered how beautiful she looked. The way her Cheerios uniform complimented her perfectly toned body. It's crazy how long ago it was.

9 Years Ago

It was the first day of school and I was nervous. But of course, who wouldn't be on their first day of freshman year? I wished that Joan was coming to McKinley with me. But her parents transferred her to a private school across town. So here I am, walking these hallways on my own. I knew no one, and I was too shy to say hello to people. I took out a piece of paper from my pocket and looked for my locker. Ah. There it is. I was happy to get these books out of my backpack, it was making my back hurt. As I was putting my things in my locker, I heard a girl's voice.

"Hey." I closed my locker door to look at her. "I'm Santana. Santana Lopez."

She was gorgeous. Probably the most beautiful girl I had ever met.

"I'm Brittany S. Pierce."

"It's nice to meet you Brittany." She continued to put things in her locker. "I know this is going to be weird and all, but would you be interested in trying out for cheerleading?" Cheerleading? I never thought of it. "It won't be that bad." She added recognizing the unsureness on my face.

"Maybe. I just don't really know anyone, that's all. And I'm shy." I closed my locker and put my bag backpack back on. And to my surprise, she locked her arm into mine.

"Well now you do have a friend."

We started walking down the hallway together. I had a feeling that it was the start of a very wonderful relationship.

I had fallen asleep. And when I looked down at my feet I saw a zombie trying to gnaw through my shoe. I immediately sat up and it realized that I knew what was there. He looked at me a growled and started to make its way up to me. I kicked it and reached over to the bat. Before he could get closer and swung and it was on the ground. Eww. I thought. Some of the blood splatter had got on me. I got up, and realized that they broke through one of the doors. With my adrenaline pumping, I swung at another and it flew against the lockers. There were too many for me to handle on my own.

"GUYS!" I started backing up and then sprinted upstairs. They were all still watching tv. They looked at me and saw the blood dripping on my bat.

"They got in?" Santana got up from her seat and made her way over to me quickly.

"They broke through the door downstairs. I got two, but there's a whole bunch heading our way." The guys started getting up and grabbing their weapons. I followed them out but Santana stopped me.

"No babe, I want you to stay here with everyone. Please." I shook my head.

"There's no way. I'm not letting you go out there without me. I want to be with you. I want to help." She pleaded more.

"If shit hits the fan I need you to protect these guys." I turned around and looked at them. They were scared.

"Fine. But here, take this okay." I handed her a walkie talkie. "I found them in the principals office and was saving them for the right time."

She kissed me and headed out the door. I shut it and locked it. For about ten minutes, all you could hear was them yelling to each other and gunshots. I guess they were fixing the entrance and then there was just, silence.

"What's going on?" Quinn whispered to me.

"I don't know."

I jumped at the sound of knocking on the door. I got up, and opened it a little. It was them. I opened it all the way and everyone was reunited.

"That was close. We fixed the entrance so we should be good for the night." Jake sat down next to Marley and kissed her.

"We should get some rest, and start doing check daily on every entrance." Santana was right. We did checks from time to time but it wasn't enough. These things knew we were in here. We needed to stay safe.

We all decided to stay in the teachers lounge instead of spreading out in the classrooms like we usually do. Santana and I took the floor in front of the tv. I layed down in her arms, and she welcome me with a strong hug and a kiss.

"You know I love you until the end of time right?" I looked at her and found myself entranced in her big, brown eyes.

"Of course I know, and I love you just as much. Probably even more." She started to tickle me.

"What? You love me more?"

"Okay okay! You love me more." I could never win when she tickled me. We settled down and fell asleep together. Nothing was going to prepare us for what was coming next.