Rachel's POV:
I watched as the everyone ran from the building to their cars. I'm guessing when Quinn and I were arguing earlier it attracted the walkers over to my car.
"Quinn!" She ran along side Santana and Brittany and I screamed for them. But they just kept on running the opposite direction. I rummaged around in the car hoping that Quinn didn't take out the side arm she thought that she hid so well from me.
I was always against guns mainly because I knew that if I carried one and the person trying to attack me was larger then they could most likely get the weapon from me and use it.
"Oh my God I can't believe that this is happening. I looked in the bag and saw that I only had about thirty rounds left."
I knew that this was my only shot. I would get out of the car and kill as many as I could with the amount of rounds I had and then attempt to drive. Because right now I had no shot at moving.
I shot through the passenger window and shot down at least five walkers before even getting out of the car. I figured that if I shot enough of the walkers that surrounded the front of my car then I could get away. As I ran around the front and continued shooting I saw one walker that had a familiar stature. He was tall, of good weight and had a McKinley High letterman jacket on.
Two Weeks Ago
I was in my apartment when I got a call from Finn.
"Hey Finn. I wasn't expecting to hear from you."
"Is this a bad time? I can call back later." I looked down at my watch and realized that it was already 2:30 so that meant that Quinn was coming home soon.
"No it's perfect but I don't have long. What's wrong?"
"I'm just nervous about the get together we have. What if those kids just think I'm a loser?"
"Finn you aren't a loser. You should know this by now. I believe in you. I know you may not have gotten to where you want to be in life but you'll get there."
"I miss you, Rachel. I hope that you and Quinn are doing alright." I smiled. I know that it was probably really hard for him to understand why I left him to be with Quinn but I was glad that he was trying to accept it.
"We're doing well. Thanks for asking. How are you and Liz?" He laughed.
"She and I are doing alright. It's nothing close to what you and I had but that was a one of a kind love." I paused, hoping that he would change the subject. As he always did. "I know. I'll just wear my letterman jacket. I was the captain of the football team. Everyone loves the quarterback."
"Good idea Finn. And you're right. Everyone loves the quarterback. You were the leader of the Glee Club as well and if that doesn't mean anything to those kids then they're just heartless pieces of shit." And then we started to laugh. "I'll see you in a couple weeks okay? I have to go. I love you."
"I love you too Rachel. Bye."
And at that moment, I realized that the walker standing in front of me was the shell of a man that I used to love.
The walker turned and it confirmed my biggest fear. It was Finn.
He walked towards me and I started to cry.
"Please Finn. Stop. Please." I shot the ground in front of him and he kept coming. "Don't make me do this."
I thought back to the conversation that Quinn I had about if any of us would turn. My arms dropped down, lowering my aim.
A walker isn't a living breathing person. They have no thoughts, no feelings, no memories. It isn't the person you think it is.
The tears started falling faster. I raised my arms up and aimed at his head.
"I love you Finn. I'm sorry."
I pulled the trigger and the shot went right through his head. I ran around to the drivers side of the car and hopped in. As I started the car I realized there was one thing I needed to grab.
I drove up next to Finn's body and took the letterman jacket off of him. I looked through my purse to try and find my phone. I must've forgotten it in the choir room.
Don't stop, believing. Hold on to that feeling.
It was Finn's phone. I pulled it out of his jacket pocket and realized it was Quinn. Thank God.
"Baby it's me. I'm sorry and I love you. I'm on my way."