A/N: New story. I know there are a lot of zombie ones out there but I decided that I wanted to do one that was loosely, very loosely based on Zombieland and maybe a little bit of Resident Evil. It's from Rachel's point of view unless otherwise specified and it has a lot of humour in it. Or what I think is funny lol and no, Rachel is not like Alice in Resident Evil. She doesn't have the T-Virus in her or anything. But she is pretty badass in this fic. More badass then Santana even! It is Faberry all the way! Quinn won't be in it for a little bit though, but she will be soon. Lots of Pezberry and Samchel friendships, and some new characters as well! Anyways hope you enjoy and give it a shot!
I do not own anything other then my own fictional characters! Wish I did though!
LIMA, OHIO
You know, I really wasn't surprised. The world already sucked, it was only natural that something was going to actually fuck it up more. However, with that being said, I didn't count on that particular thing to be the start of a zombie apocolypse. I mean, who would of thought, right? I guess I kind of saw it coming though. I mean, people started acting weird long before the virus reached Lima, Ohio. It was to assume that our town would get hit with the virus causing the most stupid people to become deadly killers. Of course. Ironic much?
Anyways, forget those assholes. Let's start with the actual story. The zombies started marking themselves in our small town about 5 months ago. Yep, that's right. I, Rachel Barbara Berry, am still alive and kicking. Those bastards don't stand a chance against me. You would think that my shy, and social outcast demeanor at school would have gotten me killed the moment people starting biting other people, but nope. However, I will admit that the only reason I am currently alive is the fact that I have a list of rules to abide by in the zombie world. A long list of rules, I might add. No. I didn't write them down. But I do remember them. Cause I basically have to follow them all. Every day. It isn't easy, ya know? It seems to me that sometimes, these bastards get smarter or something. Either that or the people alive just get dumber.
I remember sitting on my porch about 5 months ago, just basking in the sun. Enjoying my tea and watching some of the neighbours kids' play on the street. I remember smiling and thinking that this was a nice moment. Peace. I didn't have to worry about bullies or the fact that 3 outfits had gotten ruined this week by slushies. Damn. I also remember seeing a small child go over to another small child, and bite them. I remember the screaming. I remember my fathers' shoving me into a car. I remember watching-
No, I won't go there. Not now. Maybe not ever. The memory of that day will forever haunt me. It was the moment of clarity I needed to survive. To kick my ass into gear and continue to live. Now here I am. Leaning against an old abandonned diner, a shotgun in my left hand, a cigarette in my right. I didn't really like smoking, never had, but lately I decided that it helped calm my nerves. Which were currently in a jumble. Something just wasn't right. I looked around the lot, only seeing my suped up Hummer H2, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
That was when I heard it. A string of spanish curses. I knew that voice and it almost made me roll my eyes. Of course she would still be alive. There was no way that Santana Lopez would have let some nasty ass, flesh diseased prick take a bite outta her. I scoff. I can't believe I came back to this hick town. I should have continued down the coast but nooooooooo, I just had to check this lame town one more time to see if anyone I knew would be alive. All I get is Santana fucking Lopez. Bitch extrodinaire. I sigh as I stand up, heading towards the sound. However, I could let them bite her, then I could shoot her? How badass is that for revenge on my old high school tormenter?
I shake my head to clear such thoughts as I round the corner of the building, and what I see honestly amuses me. There is Santana Lopez facing off with what looks to be a zombified Dave Karofsky. I had to laugh. She's got a bat in her hand and although she looks fierce, I can see the apprehension on her face as she stares him down. I look behind her and can see three more zombies heading towards her. I shake my head.
RULE NUMBER 27: ALWAYS CHECK BEHIND YOU.
I roll my eyes, i'm not only gonna have to save her, but i'm gonna have to tell her my rules before I leave too. I, at least, can give her that. I take a drag out of my cigarette and raise my shotgun, aiming it at Karofsky's temple from about 20 feet away. I smirked. Serves you right, you dumb asshole. I shoot. His brains splat all over the pavement like it was fucking art. I watch as Santana whips her head to me and her eyes widen and her jaw drops in shock. She's still the same Santana that I always remembered. I continue to smirk and point my gun at her head, indicating to look behind her which she does. Her head whips back around and I sigh. I nod, telling her to follow me, which she does. Quickly.
I know for a fact that I don't exactly look like I used to anymore. Gone are the argyle sweaters, skirts, and knee high socks, and in their place was black leather pants, a black tank top, and a slightly torn leather jacket complimented with my military styled boots. My hair was still long and curly, but it lacked it's usual bounce, therefore I had it up in ponytail, a slight bump at the top where my bangs are located. I also knew that my appearance was even more ragged because of the scars. Nothing serious. She couldn't see the worst one and that was all that mattered to me.
We head for my Hummer, and I tell her to get in before flicking the remains of my cigarette on the ground. I hop up in the doorway of the vehicle and peer over it to see that the three zombies I saw earlier were headed our way with two more of their brothers...er, sisters...er, whatever the hell that thing was. A drag, maybe? I dunno. I shake my head and slide in the driver's seat, starting the engine up, and peeling out of the lot.
It was silent in the vehicle for a bit and I was thankful for that. I wasn't exactly sure what to say to the Latina and I knew that she wasn't sure what to say to me either. Although, a thank you would have been nice. I did save her ass.
"How are you still alive, Rachel?" She asks softly, and my eyes almost widened at the use of my actual name and the softness in which it was expressed. Wow. I was shocked, then again though, I was a little offended. Why wouldn't I be alive?
"How are you still alive, Lopez?" I retort and I almost winced at my harshness. Although she deserved it, I know that now was not the time, nor the place.
"Look, hobbit, I didn't mean to offend you or anything, ok?" She says, and it lacked that biting tone she once carried. I felt like the old nickname was actually said, affectionately. God forbid. "I just...I haven't seen anyone alive in weeks, " She expresses emotionally, then cleared her throat, trying to reign in her emotional side. I knew it was hard. It had been for me too, at first. Now, I didn't really care. Ok. I did. A little. " For a little while, I thought I was all that was left here."
I took my eyes off the road for a minute to study her. She looked like the same old Santana on the outside, albeit a little ragged in sweats and a hoodie. I knew she wasn't the same on the inside though. The whole thing had physically drained her of all that is bitch. I shook my head, putting my eyes back to the road. I sighed.
"There's not much left here, to be honest. This is the third time i've been here since I left 5 months ago, and you are the only survivor that i've found." I say, a disappointed tone apparent. I kept my voice strong but I felt for the girl. I did. You can't have emotions. Not weak ones. That's what gets you killed.
RULE NUMBER 10: NO EMOTIONS, SURVIVAL ONLY
"Have you seen, " She pauses, taking in a breath, before her voice went strong. That's it, Santana. "Have you seen any of the other gleeks?" She finishes and I knew that my face betrayed me a moment, before it turned indifferent again and I sighed, before nodding.
"We've lost 5 that I know of. Or that i've seen, rather." I state, and I see a look of panic cross her face and I instantly knew what she was thinking. I shook my head, " I haven't seen Brit. I don't know where she is." I finish and she has a relieved look on her face that almost makes me smile. Almost. " Tina, Mike, Mercedes, Artie, and Blaine." Is all that I say and I see the pained look on her face for a moment before it disappears and she nods.
I look over at her briefly and I have a question dying to leave my mouth to inquire about a blonde that's been on my mind continually for the past 5 months. I don't want to ask, because i'm afraid of getting an answer that I won't like. I know that Santana is smart, and if I ask what I really wanted, she would know instantly about my adoration for the blonde. So I veil my question.
"Have you seen anyone?"
"Just Mr. Schue and Lauren." She answers and I sigh in relief. My heart slowed down from the rabid beating that it had been moments before. I was glad to hear that she could still be alive. That I could see her beautiful face again. That I could- my thoughts stopped when suddenly her answer actually caught up to me, I looked at her slight shock.
"Mr. Schue's dead?" I couldn't help but ask. I know it was stupid of me to and I will scold myself later for it, but I couldn't believe that our Glee instructer was dead. Instead of some snappy retort like I expected, she just nodded. Huh. I don't know if I like this Santana. I needed that bitchittude that I know she possessed. Guess it's time to find out if she's still got it. I stop the car and get out, causing her to shoot a confused glance my way before following suit.
"What are you doing?" She asks and I had to hide my smirk. I simply looked at her, impassively and shrugged.
"This is where you get off." I say and I watched as her expression went from confusion to disbelief and then to anger.
"You are not leaving me here." She says, her tone quickly rising. I smirk, causing her to actually glare at me this time. Almost there.
"The hell i'm not. It's my vehicle. My weapons. You have no claim to any of this so, adios!" I say with my smirk still in place. I begin to climb back into my car when I feel a hand grab my arm, whirl me around, and slam me up aginst the door, an arm instantly going around my throat. Ahhh...there she is!
"You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me. Here. Manhands!" She growls and that's when I smirk again. This is the Santana I needed by my side. I decided that I would take her with me the moment I saw the fierce look to she gave to Karofsky. If there was anyone in this world that could match me in fighting skills against the undead. It would be her. I nodded but suddenly kneed her in the stomach causing her to loosen her grip enough for me to grab the arm that was around my throat and twist it around so that it went behind her back and before you know it, her face was against my door and I had both arms behind her back in a hold that rivaled a police officer's.
"Now that I have the old you back, I want you to listen carefully. I'm going to take you with me. You will throw your emotions out the back window when we leave here. I need an ally, not some wuss that can't handle her emotions." I growl into her ear, pushing the slightest bit harder. "I know you are worried about Brittany, I know that. But standing around here, being a mope isn't going to help, it will get you killed. Understand?" I finish and I can feel her let out an angry breath before nodding. I let go and back away slightly. She turns around and does the unexpected. She smirks.
"Damn Tinkerbell, I didn't know you had it in you. Where the hell did you learn that shit?" She asked and I smirked back.
"I took kickboxing for years." I say and then shrug. I scoff. "That and i've been dealing with these undead bastards for five months now." I then proceed to pull out a smoke from my pocket. I needed a stress reliever so bad. She looked at it in disgust. "I needed a hobby."
"That's fucking disgusting, dwarf. I honestly think these flesheaters like their meat smoked, more." She quipped and I let out a laugh. Not my usual laugh but one none-the-less. She continues to smirk as my eyes drift behind her. I sigh. Fuck.
She sees my eyes wander and turns around, a curse leaving her lips as well. She turns to me and I shrug, going to the back of my Hummer. I opened the trunk, as Santana came to stand beside me. I grabbed a baseball bat and examined it. I turned to her and smiled.
"Target practice? Most kills win?" I question and her confusion instantly morphes into a devious smirk. I knew she liked challenges. She picks up the only other bat that I have and nods.
"Bring it bitch." She says and my lips curl into a smirk as well. This was gonne be fun. I turned to the undead creepers that were making their way towards us.
"Game on motherfuckers." I say and we both head over to the group of zombies, both of us creating wonderful creations of art by splattering blood all over the ground. Oh what fun. I ended up winning by one zombie. I soaked in my victory.
A WEEK LATER
"Are you fucking insane, midget?" She yells and I sigh once again. Why the hell did I agree to take her with me again? All she does is drive me insane. She honestly believes that I still don't know what i'm doing. After all the crap we have been through in the last week. I shook my head and counted to ten, slowly. I look at the grocery store with fascination. Although the rest of this nameless place was pretty much empty, this store seemed to be in pretty good shape, despite everything.
"Look, we're running out of supplies, Lopez, " I growl, watching as she folds her arms, sparing another glance at the store. "We need to restock. Besides, "I pause and let a smirk cross my face, " What's a bat to the face between friends?" She lets out a laugh and then sighs.
"Alright, Rach but if some zombie tries to take a bite outta me, then imma gonna endz him with your gun." She states and I nod. It's funny. Since we started our journey together, she has been alternating between insulting me and calling me by my given name. Mostly just the shortened version of my name. It's odd and it honestly freaks me out more so then the undead nasties that roam the world, but it does kinda feel nice. My old school tormenter was actually becoming a close friend. It had been awhile since I had a friend.
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. No time to get all mushy and shit. I had zombies to kill, and food to collect. My stomach growled at the thought. I had been a couple of days since I really ate anything. Sure, I had like, a bag of chips, but that only gets you so far. Plus, they were chili flavored. Gross. The thought that there would be some real food in there was exciting. I was looking forward to finding a can of Spaghetti-o's. Ya. So I like Spaghetti-o's, so what? They are fuckin' delicious and are always gonna stay their deliciousness no matter what year.
"Alright, let's do this." Santana says and I nod, grabbing my favorite bat and examining it a moment before nodding at her.
We slowly head into the grocery store, and I will admit that I was a little hesitant. I knew that eventhough a place may seem safe. It usually never was.
RULE NUMBER 5: NO PLACE IS SAFE, SHIT POPS UP OUT OF NOWHERE
I knew that particular rule was very important because let's face it. We've all seen horror movies, and honestly, when people think they are safe, they never are. They always get their ass sliced, stabbed, shot, or in our case, bitten. Therefore, I had to be on my game. I had more experience in this area. I knew what these undead suckers thought most of the time. Besides brains. They thought they were fucking clever. They think that just because they come around the corner the same time as us that they are a fucking genius. Dumbasses. We know better. Well...now we know better.
"It's quiet in here." She says, looking around the store with hesitancy. Too quiet, I think. " Maybe it's empty in here." I can see her guarded stance loosen a bit and I decided right then that she had made a mistake, because the moment she dropped her gun, I saw a zombie headed in our direction. Sneaky fucker. I instantly grab her arm, pulling her out of the way and take a batter's stance. Swinging hard the moment the bastard was right in front of me. HOMERUN! The crowd goes wild! I feel the impact of my bat as it smashes across his skull sending him flying. Santana's shocked look makes me smile, eventhough I now have zombie juice on my arm.
"Never let your guard down." I say and I look around, trying to indicate if there are anymore. I didn't see anything but that didn't mean that there wasn't anything here. I smirk and open my mouth.
Well you're the real tough cookie with the long history Hit me with your best shot!
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me
That's o.k., lets see how you do it
Put up your dukes, lets get down to it!
Why don't you hit me with your best shot!
Hit me with your best shot!
Fire away!
I sing the song with no music but I know I sound good. It's been awhile since I really sang but it felt incredible like nothing was really wrong with the world. I smirk when I see Santana's look of shock but she suddenly smiles and joins in.
You come on with a "come on", you don't fight fair Hit me with your best shot!
But that's o.k., see if I care!
Knock me down, it's all in vain
I'll get right back on my feet again!
Why don't you hit me with your best shot!
Hit me with your best shot!
Fire away!
After her verses end I smile as I see what I was looking for. Three zombies make their way towards us after hearing the noise and that's when I turn to Santana and nod towards them. She smiles, raising her gun and blows the head off a fat woman. Nice shot. I give her a wink, winding up my bat and I allow it crack against an old man's head, sending his head rolling across the floor, hitting some display and knocking it down. Score!
I turn to Santana giving her a nod, indicating that the last one is hers. She looks excited and she holds her hand out, wanting my bat. I furrow my eyebrows and then sigh, reluctantly handing over my lucky bat to her. She drops the gun and winds up, sending the last one to the ground, with a sickening crack. She looks proud and gives the thing another kick before handing my bat back to me and picking up her gun.
"Damn, Tiny. That was pretty easy. Wasn't aware that these bastards were fans of ours." She says and I feel like laughing. Her amusing jokes, were part of the reason I kept her with me. "Although, I guess they aren't too fan worthy now..."
"No, they certainly aren't. " I say and grimace at the sight of one of the zombies head's. Gross. "Let's go grab what we can and get the hell outta here." I state and she nods, and we both go our seperate ways, finding food and water.
AN HOUR LATER
Once we gathered what we could and packed it in the Hummer, we stood outside the store for a moment, contemplating our next move. I put the cigarette I had in my hand to my mouth and took a long drag, almost sighing in content as it hit me, putting me at ease as I leaned against the outer wall of the store. Santana continued to look at me in disgust as I smoked. I knew she hated it, but it was the only thing that seemed to calm me these days.
"I still can't believe you are putting that nasty thing to your mouth." Santana grimaced out, glaring at me. I shrug. "What the hell happened to you, Berry?"
I look at her, taking in her question. She had asked me many times in the last week what had changed with me. What had made me into this uncaring, angry individual. I mean, the answer seemed obvious. I lost everything. My family, my friends, just everything. Why wouldn't I be the way I am? Eventhough I knew that that was what I answered everytime, I also knew that Santana knew that I was lying. Sure. I was upset that I lost everything but it was more then that. I saw people die. I was unable to stop it and it killed me.
"I lo-"
"You lost everything, blah blah blah, " She states in a mocking tone, her anger getting the best of her. I guess she wasn't going to let it go this time. "We all have, you know that's not the only reason. So spill. Why the sudden badassness?" I sigh.
"I used to think that my life was wrapped in this bubble. A happy, nothing-can-go-wrong bubble." I start and then take a deep breath. Santana watched me, with curiosity. "I always looked on the positive side, and sometimes that got me hurt more then other people. Yet, I pushed through it and took the singing world by storm. Everything was going right for me. Except one thing."
"Quinn."
I gasp quietly. It was the first time that I had heard her name spoke aloud in so long. I hadn't dared to even think of the name. It was a foreign concept and my heart started to beat faster just thinking about her. She was and has been the only thing on my mind since the virus started to spread. The one day I decided not to go to school had been the one moment in my life that I regretted more then anything. It was the day that I lost her, and had no clue where to look. It was day that I lost everything, my family, my friends...my everything. The one person in my life that I loved despite the odds.
"Ya." I spoke, my voice cracking slightly. "How did-"
"Oh please, Rach. Everyone knew about your crush on Malibu Barbie." Santana states, yet her tone is soft. Almost sympathetic. I know that she felt the same things I did, and maybe that was why I decided that having her with me was a good idea.
"To me, she was everything. " I whisper, clearing my throat and sighing before throwing my cigarette on the ground. " Of course, she never knew that. But she was."
"Hey, you don't know if she's gone." Santana whispers and meets my eyes. I nod. It's true. I have no way of knowing for certain that...Quinn, was de-gone. Gone, not dead. "I mean..."
"I know, San." I say quietly, nodding my head. I cleared my throat once again to clear myself of any emotions. I sigh and then nod to the Hummer, pushing away from the wall. "Let's go. What do you say we make our way down to Hollywood, huh?" I ask with a smirk on my face. She looks up at me after a minute and nods. I see her struggling with something and I let out a scoff. "Besides, if Britt is anywhere, she's gonna be at the most amazing place in the States." Santana instantly brightens and she nods again. We both smile and hop in the Hummer, continuing our journey to the Sunshine state.
What did you guys think? Hopefully you like the beginning so far! I really love writing from Rachel's point of view and my Rachel is definitely OOC but I like her this way and in future chapters it will explain why she is the way she is. Anyways, hope to hear from you guys! :) Let me know if I should continue!