As if a pandemic sweeping the globe wasn't bad enough, the dead rising like something out of a horror movie quickly eroded what remained of structured society.
Last Blaine knew, his parents had been in a small town outside Paris, trying to avoid the plague riddled cities. He, Artie, Brittany, Santana, Rachel and Kurt (with whom Blaine was still on good terms after they decided mutually to break up) had already evacuated New York for the less densely populated Lima, so they were in familiar territory when the world went to hell.
When the first reports of Zombies reached them, Blaine and Sam had gone into action, stocking up on food and supplies and keeping them at Blaine's house. Their friends thought they were over reacting…but not for long.
Despite the preparation, the first time they were confronted by one of the walking dead and Sam took it down with a fire ax to the head, they were still shocked. Everyone scattered, rushing home to be with their families, while Sam and Blaine went back to his place, boarding up the windows to ride out the initial surge of zombies as it rolled through town.
With no active communication grid, they were cut off from everyone for weeks, peering out windows discretely to observe the streets. Chaos lasted for a couple of weeks, then there were another two weeks when zombies constantly roamed the streets, offering no escape.
"My family went to a cousin's farm in Savannah Tennessee. It's real rural. They might still be safe," Sam murmured one day as he and Blaine were looking out at the now abandoned streets. "We can't stay here forever."
"No," Blaine agreed, then squeezed Sam's arm. "We should maybe see if…how everyone else is doing and then head out that way."
"Yeah," Sam said, reaching out and taking Blaine's hand. "We can see if they want to come with us."
For the first time in a month and a half, Blaine felt like they had a plan.