A/N Hello all! Here another one. So I'm still working on the next chapter for 'You are the Mother' and it's coming along nicely, I might add.
Once again, I'm going to be compiling the next chapters of it so you don't have to wait longer for the ending which is why it's taking so long to post.
Also, I'm still dealing with mourning over Naya Rivera and it's hard to write her now so please bare with me. Until next time.
I don't own glee or any of it's characters or story lines.
Santana ran doing her best to control her breathing but it was hard.
She had Maggie with her. The two year old little girl she now considered her own.
Britney named her when no one could tell them what her name was.
Britney and Brandon. The rest of the group. They had all been separated when that thing attacked them at the large tree.
She tried to grabbed Britney's hand but one of those damn things jumped just between them and attacked the person in the middle.
Santana heard Maggie's screaming and her heart dropped in fear. She ran toward her just in time. Because one of the damn demons from hell was gunning for her little girl.
Santana scooped her up and ran as fast as she could. She glanced back about to stop but screamed when she saw the damn thing chasing her and Maggie.
Her daughter was screaming and crying in her arms. Maggie's arms weren't able to choke her but if she were any older she would have been able to with how scared she was.
She didn't know if was still behind her because she's been running known stop with Maggie in her arms and a pack of rations on her back.
She was losing steam and her tears weren't helping making her vision blurry.
Santana's been praying non stop in her mind ever since she last looked behind them and she's still praying to any one that would listen that she doesn't falter in her steps. That she doesn't get them caught.
Britney leaped over a thin rooting tree. Her breathing heavy. Her sons wails in her ears. The pack of rations on her back weighing on her shoulders and causing them to burn.
She's crying. She's praying because what she hears behind her and her son is hell it's self as it chases them further and further away from carnage happening back at their camp sight.
They were so close. She and Santana were mere inches apart but some one she doesn't know, ran between them ramming into their outstretched hands slapping them away from each other.
Not a mere second later one of the hounds of hell attacked who ever it had been and Britney for a split second froze in shock of actually being that close to one of those things.
Let alone watch as it opened it's large beak and swallow the man whole.
Than she heard it. The little girls scream. The little girl that had captured her heart and planted herself in there in the way only a daughter could.
Her sons screams were right in her ear as she held him.
Her heart sunk watching helplessly as her blonde baby girl screamed in fear in the distance. Britney had no idea how the hell she even got that far away from them.
She was screaming 'MOMMY!' with her arms out stretched in her direction and Britney choked as a sob escaped her.
Britney knew there was no way she'd make it in time. Especially with one of those things from hell no more than twenty feet from her blonde baby, heading straight for her little girl.
Just than her heart caught once more as she watched her wife come out of no where and scoop up their daughter and running without stopping.
She watched as the hell dog chased them and she screamed as her heart was partially ripped from her chest but she couldn't do anything but take care of the other part of her heart currently crying in her arms.
It only took her a second before she scooped up someone's sack of rations without checking it and ran.
She only made it maybe 70 yards before she realized they were being hunted.
She could hear the paws hitting the snow behind her and she whimpered as she almost tripped but thanks to her many years of dancing, she righted her footing without stopping.
She prayed. She prayed in her mind for herself and her son. Her wife and her daughter. Her friends and family.
She prayed to esacpe. To survive. To live to see her wife and daughter again. She prayed to live through this hell.
Mike dragged a sobbing Mercedes as fast he could.
Mercedes ran as fast as she could.
They were crying as they left behind their loved ones.
Both Sam and Tina no where to be found when their eyes scanned across the chaos.
Mike made a split second decision earlier when they were first attacked as soon as he heard Mercedes' scream, it being the closest.
He ran toward her and what he saw sent a chill down his spine Mercedes was cornered by one of those things but since she was in a small tight corner the thing just kept snapping it's beak at her only catching air.
Mike gritted his teeth and pushed his body to run faster. Using all his body weight to barrel in to the side of the hell dog.
Landing a blow on the side of it's rib into what looked like it's gills. The beast let out what sounded like a the cry of a whale.
Mike screamed at the exact same time as his shoulder filled with burning pain but other than that he gritted his teeth than reached his good arm out for Mercedes hand.
She reached than grabbed it and the two ran from the hollow tree corner.
They kept running hands never releasing one another.
Mike gritting his teeth in pain with his heart broken over Tina and shoulder burning.
Mercedes crying in fear and the loss of Sam as well as their friends and family.
On the opposite side of the field Tina was sobbing into her hands from behind a fallen tree, hidden from sight.
She heard it. Over everything else she heard Mikes cry of pain.
The sound rocked her to her core. She felt his cry in her heart and now she felt like she couldn't breathe.
Mike. Her Mike was dead and now she was going to have to live without him.
Sam gritted his teeth as he swung the wood hitting the dog in the head but other than a growl it was unaffected.
In fact, it turned it's gaze from Kurt to Sam and began stalking toward him.
"RUN KURT! RUN!" Sam shouted than ran making sure the dog that was about to eat Kurt chased him.
Sam ran through the wreckage with his eyes scanning and his ears toned to hear it.
The one voice that was the other half of his soul but to no avail.
Her captivating voice wasn't audible. Her beautiful face was no where to be found amongst the screaming bodies running in every direction.
Shoving and pushing him to get to safety from the multiple dogs that seem to come from every nook and cranny like roaches.
"MERCEDES!" Sam bellowed.
...Nothing.
Kurt was frozen in place as his tears came in waves. His eyes taking in the mass massacre taking place in front of him.
He felt like he couldn't breathe. Like his brain was screaming for him to run but he was frozen.
Just than he felt a hand grab his and pull him to his feet in one swift motion, urging him to run.
All Kurt's brain could register was who ever was holding his hand wasn't Blaine. Those weren't Blaine's hands.
They didn't fit his right. They weren't matching his body temperature. They weren't grasping his hand tightly with the promise of never letting go.
Where was Blaine?
Blaine skidded to a halt almost sliding directly in to the massive beast before him.
He whipped around and scrambled on his feet to run with the dog chasing him.
His eyes never giving up their search for his heart. For his Kurt.
Every face that came in to his line of sight didn't have the beautiful milky complexion that he considered to be angelic.
They didn't have the blue eyes that made Blaine believe in heaven.
None of the screaming, crying fearful faces made him halt in his steps to redirect and save them.
His heart sunk the more he ran. The more people he came across that weren't his Kurt.
Emma was on her knees crying after tripping on a piece of wood in the snow.
Pain shot through her ankle and she bit her lip to keep in her cries.
Where was Will? Where was her husband? She had run back into the masses of screaming bodies but couldn't find him.
She felt so many things in that moment but one that stuck out was defeat.
She was defeated without him. She didn't want to live without him.
She felt arms grab her by the waist and lift her on to her feet and pulled her along to run.
Pain shot through her ankle and she grunted in pain.
She looked up to see the hulking frame of Finn Hudson.
"RUN!" Finn yelled as the creaking of a tree cracking about to fall was heard.
Just as the two ran away from where she had fell, the large tree slammed into the ground causing a quaking feeling beneath everyone.
It landed right where she had been on her knees.
Puck fought with the man before him for the pack of rations the man needed for his family.
Puck gritted his teeth than felt the ground shake when the tree hit the landed.
Just than he turned back around and saw one of the dogs from hell running straight for them. He wield back than forward as hard as he could and punched the guy in the face with everything he had.
The man released on unconscious instinct. Puck shouldered it and ran as the man's family's cries for him were heard as the dog reached them and devoured the man.
Puck ran without looking back. He kept running and didn't think about anyone.
Not the man he basically just sacrificed for his own needs.
Not the family the man had left behind and were more vulnerable.
Not Finn.
Not Mike.
Not Santana or Britney nor their children.
None of his friends or family.
Not even Quinn and Beth.
No. All he did was run through the words and as far away from the massacre as possible.
Maribelle kept her head buried in her husbands chest as the screams began to die down.
Santos kept his eyes open just in case they needed to run.
They were hidden under a rotted tree not sixteen yards from the massacre.
They had been farthest from it since they had wanted to get away from the arguing for a moment.
Just as they sat in the hollow of the tree facing away from the camp site. A scream was heard followed by more.
When they saw what had happened they hid in the tree and stood as still as possibly.
They cried as they're ears heard everything.
Their hearts ripped and shredded to pieces for their daughter and her wife. Their grand children.
Everyone was dying and they couldn't do anything about it.
TWO WEEKS LATER. AFTER THE MASSACRE.
"Listen with your whole body, Beth." Rachel instructed.
Beth was blind folded and holding the fighting stance Rachel had taught her.
She had a staff like rod that Rachel carved out of wood for her to use not only as a support tool for walking but also as a weapon.
"Breathe deeply and relax your body. Use the ground beneath as well as the air around you to hear me. Calm your mind."
"Okay." Beth replied but didn't get an answer in return. "Rachel?" Silence. She was met with silence.
Beth knew what that meant. She than took a deep breath and relaxed her body. She calmed her mind being sure not to think of anything.
This was the forty second attempt and Beth has been doing her best to not become frustrated.
Rachel assured her time again that all she had to do was relax her entire being completely.
It was in that moment that Beth centered herself and could swear she felt the ground vibrating.
Just than she felt her body react to some invisible force as the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
She swung her staff in multiple combinations as Rachel had taught her.
Unbeknownst to Beth, Rachel was in front of her dodging every swing until Beth switched a combination in the middle of a swing and Rachel caught it just before the staff could connect with her cheek.
Beth gasped and Rachel smirk. Beth lifted the clothe covering her eyes and what she saw caused her to squeal in happiness.
Rachel let her body go lax as she chuckled. She stepped back and clapped her hands softly.
"Well done, Brave one."
"Oh my gosh! Rachel I felt it! I felt what you described!"
"You see and you thought you wouldn't get it." Rachel nodded as she spoke her approval.
"I totally almost got you!" Beth gloated.
"That you did. That last switch up was clever"
"Thanks."
"Good job, you're becoming one with your weapon."
"Wow.." Beth said as she stared in awe at her staff as if it were now a part of her. "Thank you, Rachel." Beth said softly as her eyes filled with tears.
"Hey.. You okay?" Rachel spoke sweetly as she squeezed Beth's shoulder in support.
Beth shook her head as her lip trembled.
She may not be perfect at it yet but now she felt more capable of protecting her mother.
After how her father had abandoned them than watching her mother slowly almost die.
She's been having dreams where she's right there, mere inches from her dying mother but no matter how hard she tries to reach for her, she can't.
Only when her mother is taking her last breath does she finally get to her and has her in her arms and she's scared that that dream isn't actually a dream but a premonition.
Santana jerks upright. Her ears perking up at any noise in the distance.
Two weeks. She and Maggie have been alone for two weeks.
The pack she stole was a lucky grab. It had enough food to last the both of them a month and a half and it was heavy with cans. There was also one of those key chain beer/can openers that whoever had this pack used to open the cans.
Santana doesn't even know how she managed to run as far or as fast as she had with Maggie in her arms and the pack. Guess that's what adrenal does for you.
She was currently sat against a tree as Maggie eats her beef jerky. They are huddled together for warmth.
Santana has barely slept and feels like she's going to crash any minute but the sound of a twig snapping mere feet away has her slowly moving Maggie from her lap and lifting her finger to her lips to let Maggie know to stay quiet.
Santana rises to her feet. Her hand gripping the swizz army knife in her hand ready to attack using the tree as her shield.
Britney walks lightly on her feet. Almost as silent as a cat. Her son in her arms.
Her mind trying to stay focus. Her thoughts keep drifting to Santana and Maggie.
She's fighting with herself because keeping her son alive is her main goal.
The pack she has only giving her enough food for maybe a month if she herself doesn't eat.
The blonde spots a rotted tree and breathes a sigh of relief because snow fall has started again. Brandon's asleep in her arms and she's exhausted.
She doesn't run to the tree. She takes her time as to not make noise with her steps should her foot steps be heard by the hell dogs and she'd have to run again.
Britney reached the tree and slowly crouched and scooted herself and Brandon into it. She lowers her son into cradled position in her lap and sighs tiredly.
She knows she needs to hydrate but is too scared to eat anything from her pack other than one or two bites here and there.
A few sips of water from the water bottles she's been giving to Brandon to keep him hydrated.
Britney can feel her body weakening. Those little bites and small sips were doing nothing for her.
She knows that in order for her to take Brandon, she herself had to be okay but the sack was already beginning to thin out from just feeding Brandon the last two weeks.
Britney's eyes welled with tears as the thought of starving to death seeded itself in her mind.
She bit her lip to hold in her whimpered cries but to no avail. The saddened whimpered slipped pass her lips.
They were going to die and she knew it.
Mike groaned as his arm jostled as he tripped. Mercedes slid his other arm the good one, around her shoulder to help him over the broken tree in front of them.
They had no clue where they were and as the days wore on. Mike was looking paler by the minute and Mercedes was right there with them.
They had only a pack that Mercedes had grabbed for her and Sam before that thing cornered her.
It was beginning to run out.
Tina groaned as her feet ached on the uneven surface. She has been walking for days alone. After the massacre she laid waiting, unmoving.
She stayed in the same position for two days, hidden away from any one or anything.
If she had made her presence known the first day of hiding after the massacre.
The crunching sound of the snow that sent a chill down her spine would have proven to be Santana's parents.
The two had searched the grounds for Sanatana and Britney anyone really but there were no bodies to be found. Because the dogs don't leave bodies. They swallow them whole.
There's no body parts, no blood, no evidence that death happened there.
But Tina strictly, by the sheer will of fear of being one of those things dinner, didn't move. She didn't move until the only sound left was her own breathing.
When she finally came out from hiding it was to a field full of packs of ration and a few scattered clothing.
Tina searched every where for any sort of sign that Mike was alive. Any sign that showed her any snow tracks but hiding for two days meant new snow covered the ground.
So Tina did the only thing she could do. She found the biggest pack and began filling it with ration from all the other packs that she could fit into that one.
She than filled another pack just in case and put on than tied as many sweaters as she could around her waist. Than she left behind the last scraps which was barely anything and set out on her own.
So far she's cried, gotten angry, cried some more until finally she resigned herself to the fact that she was alone.
Kurt walked in silence. That's all he ever really did. Will Shuester has tried many times to get him to talk but nothing. It was pointless.
Thankfully, Will had been smart enough to grab a pack when he was running around the crowd looking for his wife until there were too many of those things.
He kept running in circles screaming her name but she was no where to be found and that had crippled him.
A dog was running straight for him and he had dropped to his knees to give himself because he didn't want to live on this earth without his wife. Emma. His beautiful Emma.
Then he heard Sam's voice and his gaze unconsciously turned to his two former students and he couldn't tell you what made him get up.
It could have been Kurts terrified face or Sam's obvious self sacrifice but something screamed at him to get up and save Kurt.
So he made the decision to get hi. To save him and he succeeded but now Will wonders if maybe Kurt actually wanted to die that day. Just like he wanted to die.
So he lets Kurt be. He thinks and dreams of Emma. Always Emma.
Finn trudged through the snow shivering. He had given his white t shirt to Emma and was in his tank top.
He had grabbed a pack as he ran for his life and had spotted Emma in the direction he was running.
Her foot hurt and she stumbled than fell. He felt it in his heart that he couldn't leave Mr. Shues wife like that. He knew Mr. Shue would want his wife to live.
He helped her up than dragged her by the hand to run until he realized she couldn't run because of her ankle.
So he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder as he ran with a full back on his back.
He ran doing his best to keep his mind blank as to not let the fear creep in.
Because he knew. He knew if he did he knew he'd slow down. He'd cry.
He'd fall to pieces as the realization that running was pointless.
Because it never stopped. The hunger. The cold. The running. The fear. The dogs coming for them never stopped.. so why fight it?
So he keeps his mind blank and keeps going never thinking. Always alert and always hoping for a familiar face.
Now they were looking for a place to sleep. They never really talk.
They say something here and there in regards of which direction to take but other than that it's usually silence between the two.
All Emma could do is deal with it.
Deal with the fact that this man saved her life when all she wanted to do was die with her husband.
So she stays by his side because maybe he needs her in order to keep going.
She can see it. The weight on his shoulders ready to collapse on him.
Ready to devour his will to keep going.
Emma had stopped crying a week ago but she was still devasted over her husbands death.
Blaine's teeth chattered as he walked through the dark woods of the night. His pack heavy on his back.
He had no idea why he was still going.
He lost everyone but more importantly he lost his husband.
Now for hours on end, his mind tortured him with thoughts of Kurt.
The thoughts tempted him with death because death had to be easier than this but he couldn't..
He couldn't because he could feel him. He could feel Kurt was alive some where waiting for him to find him.
It was that or his mind was making him believe it to be true but it didn't matter because he felt it and he had to keep going until he found him.
Until he could hold him. Feel his lips once more. His delicate body against his.
He could feel Kurt calling for him.
He felt like his soul was guiding him somewhere and he'd gladly follow it anywhere as long as Kurt was at that destination waiting for him.
Puck sat at the lip of a frozen lake. He was enjoying his meal and was completely relaxed.
He made it. He was alive another day. He'd keep surviving because that's what he does.
He's a survivor and nothing or no one would be the cause of his down fall.
He felt his waistline for the baby 9mm Taurus he had found in the pack of the guy he fought for it and felt satisfaction that he had it.
Nothing was going to get him now.
The entire time he had not one single thought about his group. About the man he sacrificed. About finding anyone else.
He didn't think about his daughter or his wife.
He just enjoyed his meal in silence.
Quinn whimpered as her nerve endings throbbed all over her body.
Her eyes immediately filled with tears as she felt a burning sensation in her left leg.
The blonde fluttered her eyes open. They were sensitive and her vision was blurry. Quinn heard a gasp from her right.
The blonde groaned once more.
"Shh-shh.. You're okay."
Quinn heard a warm angel like voice whisper sweetly to her.
She felt something cool and moist dab against her forehead.
Her eyes took in the fuzzy figure in her line of sight.
"B-Beth?.." Quinn rasped out.
Rachel's eyes softened at the mention of the sleeping teenager not two feet from them.
"No. Not Beth." Rachel said softly in a whisper.
Rachel still couldn't believe the beauty this woman held.
She was caught off guard when the woman's hazel eyes opened.
It shocked her the same way it had at the restaurant all those months ago.
Quinn's vision began to clear. As it did the most gorgeous woman she had ever had the immense pleasure of seeing began to come to fruition before her eyes. Her eyes widened a fraction at the sight of the brunette.
Her bronze complexion, dark chocolate hair and mocha eyes stole her breath.
Rachel misread her eyes widening for panic. She leaned forward and spoke low.
"Hey, your daughters okay. She's right next to you." Rachel whispered as she pointed to Quinn's left.
Quinn's head turned painfully her neck slightly stiff than her eyes filled with tears at the sight of her daughter. Clean, comfortable and safe in what looked like a short bed.
"She's okay.." Rachel whispered again as Quinn began to cry.
Not only because of Beth but because she was also scared she was dreaming or dead and this was some way her soul was coping.
Rachel felt worry fill her. She reached to her left and picked up the bowl of broth she had been straw feeding Quinn over the last two weeks and just before Quinn woke up now.
"Here, you have to drink this. It will help with the pain." Rachel said softly as she leaned forward and did her best to help Quinn sit up.
Quinn groaned as she felt her bones crack and her body protest after not being used for so long.
Quinn's eyes widened when she felt pain shoot up her leg. She covered her mouth with her hand and grunted, holding in her shriek of sharp pain.
Rachel winced knowing exactly how bad the blonde woman was feeling.
Thankfully, most of Quinn's swelling had went down and though it was still bruised pretty badly. The woman didn't have the gruesome sight to look at like Beth had.
"Here." Rachel whispered.
Quinn looked warily at it. Rachel smiled at how adorable she looked.
Rachel felt something funny in her belly at the sight of the blonde woman's disheveled appearance.
She also felt like she was being pulled toward the woman by some unknown force. She cleared her throat awkwardly.
"I promise, you've been drinking it for the last two weeks."
At the brunette's words Quinn's eyes widened once more in shock.
"T-Two weeks?.." Quinn said hoarse and weakly. Rachel winced once more.
"Yes, you were caught in a bear trap. My family and I helped your daughter release you. Than we brought you here so you could heal. You've been asleep all that time but I've been feeding you my families medicinal broth. It helps heal you from the inside."
Quinn looked at her as if she were crazy. How could she make a broth?
There was nothing left to make due of anything medicinal, let alone a simple meal. Those things had taken over everything.
Than her nose caught a whiff of it and her mouth immediately salivated.
Her eyes zeroed in on the steam wafting from the bowl.
It seemed her entire body began to catch up with her brain as she felt warmth all around her suddenly. Her eyes cast down to her lap at the thick quilt covering her. Her eyes began to take in her surroundings of the cave.
There was a fire on the other side of the cave that should basically kill them but it wasn't.
She noticed another corner with two bodies beneath quilts. Than her eyes fell to Beth once more and her tears welled.
"Please, drink." Rachel whispered breaking her from her investigation.
Quinn's eyes landed on Rachel. Her eyes locking with brown and she once again was stunned by the woman's beauty.
Rachel felt herself being swallowed once more by the woman's gaze.
"Please, it will help." Rachel tried again.
Quinn nodded than reached a weak shaky hand but Rachel stopped her taking her hand softly.
Both women withheld their surprise of whatever the hell they just felt. It was intense and desirable.
Rachel let go of Quinn's hand but in a subtle manner. She leaned forward holding the bowl with steady hands as she helped the blonde drink.
Quinn moaned at the taste. Her stomach growled and her mouth exploded with flavor.
It had been so long since she's tasted anything warm let alone that good.
Once she was done she watched with amazement shocked eyes as Rachel lifted a bottle of water from next to the cot and uncapped it than handed it to her.
Quinn's hands were shaking from how weak she was as well as how hungry and thirsty she felt.
She began chugging it until there was none left. Rachel smiled.
"How do you feel?" Rachel asked in a whisper.
"Like my bones are jelly." Quinn whispered back.
Rachel chuckled at her, still blown away by the fact that this woman's husband left her to die as well as his daughter. How could he? They were both so precious.
"That's to be expected."
"A-Are you a doctor?"
"Yes." Rachel replied to not worry her. "Tell me, what is your name?"
"Quinn. Quinn Fabray." Quinn replied a little more clearly now that she's had something to moisten her throat.
Rachel smiled so breathtakingly Quinn felt her chest do something odd as it filled with something she couldn't describe.
She couldn't explain it but she felt herself begin to fill with trust for the brunette woman.
"Well, Quinn Fabray, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Rachel Berry."
Quinn felt something shift once more. Something familiar but she couldn't figure out what it was that was so familiar.
She smiled anyway and Rachel wasn't ready for the sight of it. Her breath sucked from her completely. That pulling within her turned into a sharp tug toward the blonde's direction.
"Um.. I hope you don't mind me asking but.. Where are we?" Quinn asked confused as her eyes took in the cave again.
"I don't mind at all. How about another bowl of broth and I'll explain?"
"Okay."
Quinn watched as Rachel stood up and walked with the bowl toward the fire.
She felt this sharp tug feeling in her chest to follow but stood where she was obviously. She couldn't get up even if she wanted to.
She felt completely confused and was also worried. She and Beth were alive and safe but.. What about the rest of their group?
