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Zombieland

Writer: Dalidarling

 Fandom: Glee

Word Count:  702  

Warnings: zombies, ooc-ness, multi-character death

Rating: T for slight gore and violence

Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee or any of its characters, nor do I have the rights or take any  credit for any lyrics, songs or movies mentioned within the story - unless stated.

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Finn’s stomach hurt, the pain wasn’t sharp but more of nausea. His brother was gone, within that horde of zombies, ready to consume his warm, still human flesh. If it wasn’t the barrier that Burt and Noah had made to protect him and what’s left of his family they’d be dead right now.

                Finn hugged his form thinking of Rachel, Brittany, Artie, Kurt, and even Blaine. Their eyes red, voracious for everything alive and in sight. If only Kurt knew, pre-Elizabeth Hummel, Burt was quite the hunter.  He had guns of every size, saying he used to go to places as far as Canada for a good hunt.      

                If only Finn knew, Canada wasn’t that far at all. He leaned his head on his sweaty palms, Puckerman staring out the window gun in hand. A zombie was meandering around their precious home and he got a good head shot.

                The streets are clear, now is the time. He smacked Finn in his face, giving him a hard stare. The tall boy knew what had to be done. He heard his mother cry in protest but ignored it. He had to be the man now, as Burt protected the fort. He went inside the car with Puck and they drove toward the closest gas station.

Siphoning gas into the car quickly, Puck kept watch eyes flicking from side to side. Timorous, and apprehensive, cold sweat rolled down his body. He slowly walked around the car, kneeling at the site of a zombie coming at them, moaning as if in a never ending pain. He shot the zombie in the head, ordering his cohort to speed up the process, getting a complaint in return.

Soon they reached the most dangerous facility of all, the supermarket. Filled with the needed things for their survival they both knew it was a necessary hazard. Finn nodded at his partner and watched as Puck threw a crowbar to the floor. Those seconds, of neurotic almost deranged silence, until they heard what they needed. A moan. One moan, which meant they had killed almost everything inside that needed to die. Finn ran within, bag in hand throwing cans within the sack.

Puck took care of the zombie, a fat man with a snowballs chance of surviving with Puckasaurus around. He took his own sack and filled it with canned fish, meat, some unexpired chips and cake. They actually took pretty long to get rotten if you chose the right stuff.

Puck looked at Finn and gestured his head outside. The tall boy nodded and followed his companion. He was still scared, depressed.  He looked up and stayed frozen. Rachel, her hair billowing in the air, her eyes the intelligent brown, her lips full and colored. Her dress, unsullied from the rotten blood of their war. She walked closer, and Finn reached from her.

                A shout and the rough force of being thrown into the car shocked the giant into reality. Finn screamed for Rachel but when he looked his heart broke.  It was Rachel, but not the Rachel he wanted. The clothing she usually wore was rotten and full of gore. He lips stained the dark brown of old coagulated blood, her eyes were all red, the pupil a nasty pussy yellow. Her flesh was starting to rot of her forehead, her head greasy and clotted with blood. Closer they got to her, until Puck ran her over. Finn merely flinched when her head exploded underneath the pressure of the car’s tires.          

When they returned to their abode, Burt congratulated them and Carol had made dinner. Finn couldn’t bring himself to have an appetite. All he could remember was her. Standing their smiling and yet, a monster. He held his pillow to his face letting tears soak into his pillow, quietly sobbing to himself.

Puck didn’t have time to feel pity for his friend. They were at a war. The small family was going to the north, where the undead can’t survive. It was only a matter of time before things became scarce  and they would die of starvation and dehydration. Carole was scared, but they were all in fear. Burt had made the final decision. Tomorrow, they leave.


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Inspired by Picture belong to Ssimilee Not mine! Writer: Dalidarling Fandom: Glee  Warnings: Slight gore, multi-character death, and zombie! Kurt   Word count: 579 + I added more on tumblr  Rating: T for slight gore and violence Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee or any of its characters, nor do I have the rights or take any  credit for any lyrics, songs or movies mentioned within the story - unless stated. Unbeta’d It was like any morning for Blaine Anderson. Wake up, iron his dress shirt and slacks. Shower, and gel back his hair to its usual design. His eyes sparkling at the thought of a new day of Warbler practice. Something seemed a bit off to the teen. He fixed his tie and slipped on his blazer. He heard a bang outside, instead of the usual chatter of young boys.                 He stared at the door, walking up to it slowly. He smiled hoping it was some joke Thad and Jeff were playing on him.  He slowly walked up to the door, twisting the golden knob, slowing peeking outside. What he saw shocked him beyond recognition.                 Jeff was at his own dorm staring at Dave’s facedown body, some of the flesh in his throat and face missing. It didn’t look shot, no, it was torn and bitten shamelessly. Ripped from it place.  He looked up at Blaine in a fear he had never feared before.  He sucked his breathe and wanted to actually check if his friend was okay. He didn’t want to think but he was sure there was something around. He didn’t, couldn’t comprehend it was the living dead.                 “Jeff!” the other called gesturing to come to his dorm, so they can make an escape plan. The blonde looked at him and then the corpse his body sweating with fear and slight nervousness. He tosses off his blazer and throws it at Dave, tears dripping from his eyes. He cannot cry for long, he had to hold on to his emotions for that one moment in time.                      Blaine put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and turned around putting on a brave face. Jeff stares at Dave, silent as ever. He watched until the door was fully closed, not noticing the corpse twitch and red eyes open ravenously, hungry. He stood slowly staring at the door, he then saw a young Dalton boy step out of his room. Growling slowly he limped his way to the boy, getting him before he could scream.                 Blaine comforted Jeff, until they both heard a bloody scream. It was a scream of pain, soon turning bubbly sounding and choked as fresh blood filled the victims mouth and lungs. In a small bout of bravery Blaine stepped out and the world twisted around him. It was Kurt beautiful and graceful as ever. His hair immaculate, his skin pale, smooth as marble. Yet his usually blue eyes were a bloody, starved red. Veins and tendrils surrounded those usually pieceful eyes. No snarky remark would any long come from that mouth. His mouth cover in the blood of a freshman, his teeth red and covered in gore. The tomato red substance dripped from full lips, he stood up. He was just dead. He was fresh; rigor mortis had yet to set in. Dave was missing from his spot, Blaine gasped in shock. This couldn’t be happening, no Blaine couldn’t believe it. Kurt looked up smelling fresh, alive meat.   He smiled, as if he were still intelligent,  still human. Yet what came out of his mouth wasn’t what Blaine expected. Not the melodious sound of his saprano and giggles. The smooth voice that often pierced through his very being was butchered but a curdling scream of hunger and instinctual desire. He ran to him and Blaine’s eyes widened in a fear he’d never felt before.Yet instead of adreneline making him faster and more efficient he froze staring at his love run to him.                 What fight did the short man have? Would he and Jeff stay here until death eased its way slowly through dehydration and starvation? Or would they let the zombies kill them and become one of their kin. It’s as if life went in slow motion, Jeff shouting behind Blaine frantically telling him to close the door, close to hysteria and sobbing. He does so leaving the boy in the room on his own. Jeff leans against the door eyes wide, red, and swollen with tears. He knows his time is coming soon. He falls down and hugs his knees, hearing the events outside.                 He stares at Kurt as he starts to stiffen and slow down. Tears slipped down his face ashamed that he never told Kurt. “I love you, Kurt.” He whispered, but the monster didn’t twitch. He knocked the warbler to floor and stared at him. Blaine hugged him, and screamed feeling the neck in his flesh being bit in unforgivingly. He cried watching as Kurt pulled and chewed. His vision blurred and those last few seconds were the best in his life. He was dying with the man he loved and will now spend the rest of his life with him like he always wanted to.

Inspired by Picture belong to Ssimilee Not mine!

Writer: Dalidarling

Fandom: Glee

 Warnings: Slight gore, multi-character death, and zombie! Kurt

  Word count: 579 + I added more on tumblr

 Rating: T for slight gore and violence

Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee or any of its characters, nor do I have the rights or take any  credit for any lyrics, songs or movies mentioned within the story - unless stated.

Unbeta’d

It was like any morning for Blaine Anderson. Wake up, iron his dress shirt and slacks. Shower, and gel back his hair to its usual design. His eyes sparkling at the thought of a new day of Warbler practice. Something seemed a bit off to the teen. He fixed his tie and slipped on his blazer. He heard a bang outside, instead of the usual chatter of young boys.

                He stared at the door, walking up to it slowly. He smiled hoping it was some joke Thad and Jeff were playing on him.  He slowly walked up to the door, twisting the golden knob, slowing peeking outside. What he saw shocked him beyond recognition.

                Jeff was at his own dorm staring at Dave’s facedown body, some of the flesh in his throat and face missing. It didn’t look shot, no, it was torn and bitten shamelessly. Ripped from it place.  He looked up at Blaine in a fear he had never feared before.  He sucked his breathe and wanted to actually check if his friend was okay. He didn’t want to think but he was sure there was something around. He didn’t, couldn’t comprehend it was the living dead.

                “Jeff!” the other called gesturing to come to his dorm, so they can make an escape plan. The blonde looked at him and then the corpse his body sweating with fear and slight nervousness. He tosses off his blazer and throws it at Dave, tears dripping from his eyes. He cannot cry for long, he had to hold on to his emotions for that one moment in time.     

                Blaine put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and turned around putting on a brave face. Jeff stares at Dave, silent as ever. He watched until the door was fully closed, not noticing the corpse twitch and red eyes open ravenously, hungry. He stood slowly staring at the door, he then saw a young Dalton boy step out of his room. Growling slowly he limped his way to the boy, getting him before he could scream.

                Blaine comforted Jeff, until they both heard a bloody scream. It was a scream of pain, soon turning bubbly sounding and choked as fresh blood filled the victims mouth and lungs. In a small bout of bravery Blaine stepped out and the world twisted around him. It was Kurt beautiful and graceful as ever. His hair immaculate, his skin pale, smooth as marble. Yet his usually blue eyes were a bloody, starved red. Veins and tendrils surrounded those usually pieceful eyes. No snarky remark would any long come from that mouth. His mouth cover in the blood of a freshman, his teeth red and covered in gore. The tomato red substance dripped from full lips, he stood up. He was just dead. He was fresh; rigor mortis had yet to set in. Dave was missing from his spot, Blaine gasped in shock. This couldn’t be happening, no Blaine couldn’t believe it.

Kurt looked up smelling fresh, alive meat.   He smiled, as if he were still intelligent,  still human. Yet what came out of his mouth wasn’t what Blaine expected. Not the melodious sound of his saprano and giggles. The smooth voice that often pierced through his very being was butchered but a curdling scream of hunger and instinctual desire. He ran to him and Blaine’s eyes widened in a fear he’d never felt before.Yet instead of adreneline making him faster and more efficient he froze staring at his love run to him.

                What fight did the short man have? Would he and Jeff stay here until death eased its way slowly through dehydration and starvation? Or would they let the zombies kill them and become one of their kin. It’s as if life went in slow motion, Jeff shouting behind Blaine frantically telling him to close the door, close to hysteria and sobbing. He does so leaving the boy in the room on his own. Jeff leans against the door eyes wide, red, and swollen with tears. He knows his time is coming soon. He falls down and hugs his knees, hearing the events outside.

                He stares at Kurt as he starts to stiffen and slow down. Tears slipped down his face ashamed that he never told Kurt. “I love you, Kurt.” He whispered, but the monster didn’t twitch. He knocked the warbler to floor and stared at him. Blaine hugged him, and screamed feeling the neck in his flesh being bit in unforgivingly. He cried watching as Kurt pulled and chewed. His vision blurred and those last few seconds were the best in his life. He was dying with the man he loved and will now spend the rest of his life with him like he always wanted to.


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