It's a bright day in New York. It would normally be a perfect day for Santana, as she would usually take Lucas out and explore the city because Quinn would be stuck at work with piles and piles of paperwork.
Flashback
"Mama! Look!" Lucas runs up to Santana holding his drawing of a police officer. "It's you!"
Santana looks at Lucas proudly and says, "That's a wonderful drawing mijo! You are very talented. I think this deserves to be placed on the fridge." Lucas smiles. "Hey bud, I have a surprise for you. But first, you need to get dressed."
After Santana had helped her boy put on shorts and a t-shirt, they both went outside to her car and put on their seatbelts and Santana drove off.
A few minutes later…
The two arrived at an amusement park. Lucas began looking around at all the different rides that they had. Santana got out of her seat and helped Lucas take off his seatbelt and out the car. Lucas started running around in circles as he was so excited.
"Come on mijo! Last one is a rotten egg." Santana winks as she begins to run to one of the rides.
End of flashback
Santana started walking down the street near the hospital in search of her family. She figured that home would be the best place to start. As she walks, she sees broken glass and deserted cars everywhere. She tried to find a car with the keys nearby because there was no way she could continue to walk all the way to her house in her current condition. After searching for what seemed like 30 minutes, Santana finally found one.
15 minutes later…
Santana finally arrived at her house. She parks the car on the side of the road and turns off the ignition. She exits the car and looks at the house.
Holy shit, what the hell happened here? Please be okay. Santana's heart started to break at the sight of her home. The house looks like it's about to fall apart. All the windows were broken, while the wood panels were scratched and pulled to pieces.
Santana's heart started racing as she noticed that the front door was open.
"QUINN!?" Santana screams as she runs inside her home.
Santana searches for her wife and son in the living room and finds it completely trashed. Curtains were torn apart and couches were flipped over. Books, lamps, and tables were all thrown on the floor.
"QUINN?! LUCAS?!" Santana shouts again as she enters the kitchen and sees dishes broken and scattered on the floors. " QUINN! LUCAS!" Santana cries as she runs to her room and Lucas' room to check if they were there. Nothing. Santana kneels down and begins to sob uncontrollably. "QU-INN! LU-CASS! Santana whimpers and starts hyperventilating.
A few minutes later...
Santana starts to calm down and stares at her palm. "Is this real?.. Am I her-e?"
Santana aggressively starts slapping herself in the head in order to wake up from this hellish nightmare. "WAKE UP! COME ON SAN! WAKE UP!" Santana shouts as she begins to understand that THIS is reality. THIS is what her life has turned into. Her family is gone. Her loved ones, gone.
Santana leaves her home and sits on the sidewalk, looking at her surroundings. She notices a man in the distance walking toward her. She raises her hand and waves at him to come to her. The man continues to walk toward her.
As Santana becomes distracted by the man in the distance, she fails to hear footsteps approach her from behind.
SNAP.
A branch breaks behind her and Santana turns around and-
CLANG.
She was smacked in the face with a shovel by a young boy.
"Daddy, Daddy!" the young boy shouts.
"Lucas? Is that you?" Santana says as she becomes dizzy.
"Daddy, I got her! I'm gonna smack her dead!" the boy yells
Santana looks in the direction the boy is shouting at and sees another man approaching the man Santana was waving at and shoots him.
BANG!
The boy's father starts running to his boy. "Whoa. Is she one of them?" he says
"Looks like it, daddy."
"Hey miss?" the man says to a barely conscious Santana.
"Did she say something? I thought I heard her talk?" the man says to the boy
"She called me Lucas."
"Son, you know they can't talk."
"Miss? What's the bandage for?" the man says, now talking to Santana.
"Wh-whatt?'
"Answer me! What's your wound? Tell me or I. WILL. KILL. YOU." the man threatens while pressing a small handgun to Santana's head.
Santana tries to answer, but her eyelids became to heavy and she loses consciousness.