Author's Note: Hi! So this is the sequel to my Faberry story "Everything Dies", if you haven't read it you can find it on my page or I'll put the link at the bottom of the page To everyone who did read ED and complained about how I ended it, I hope you'll understand my reasons in the later chapters of this fanfiction, although I don't think this one will be as long as Everything Dies, because I'm really busy at the moment and I don't want to leave you hanging for weeks before I get to write another chapter. Anyway I hope you enjoy.

QUINN

Making my way through the darkness,

It's been eight days. Eight horrible, excruciating and pointless days. There's no sign of any helicopter and the only contact we have with the outside world is the cracklings from far away police officers that come up on the radio every so often, never clear enough for us to understand.

It all seems pointless now anyway. Despite my intentions, I have withdrawn myself from everything and everyone, since we arrived here in this safe shelter. I haven't felt the need to protect or lead anybody anyway. I've got them here but I don't I can take them any further any time soon. It was only when we reached here that the grief and feeling of loss kicked in. Each day gets longer and more unbearable and I find it hoard to tolerate anybody at the moment. Emotions are high and the bonds between our group are weaker than ever. Everybody has been affected by Rachel's loss. What's hurting the most is knowing that I'm not keeping her promise, she wanted to keep fighting and to guide those, but I don't see the point anymore. I'm too bitter and wrapped up in grief to help anybody at the moment. Rachel is my reason for living but now that she's no longer by my side, it's hard to see a future. I pray everyday that this is all just a horrible, temporary nightmare and that somebody will wake me up and I will find Rachel, safe and sound by my side.

I've been hiding in my own claimed territory for the past few days, only emerging when I need food or something.I feel like I'm the only one that's really mourning for what happened to Rachel and the others are just afraid that it's them next, but deep down I know that's not true. Santana has become an absolute train wreck. She has suddenly regained all the fierceness and bitchiness that she was once known for, but this time it's different, it's cold, almost haunting. I am almost afraid to speak to Santana now, I think she's blaming me for this. On our way, she decapitated dozens of zombies in a fit of rage, zombies that weren't even trying to attack us and then spit on the ground beside their detached heads. I shudder even at the memory, I can't believe she has become like this in such a short period of time. I seem to be the only one who remembers that these zombies were once people like us, trying to survive? How do we know that there are no parts of their human soul remaining?

I know Santana was reluctant to leave Lima in the first place but I really never could have thought that Rachel would fall first. When Rachel appeared at McKinley I swore to myself that I would protect her, that I would never lose her. I promised I would help her overcome her fears and after effects of the attack she endured. But I've broken a lot of promises these days gone by.

Shelby has taken it pretty bad too, like me she's shut herself away, I hear her crying every so often, it's kind of an achievement that we got her this far, she completely broke down when I told them what happened.

It took me all my strength to drag myself back to where I had left Puck and Santana. I felt relieved, seeing the two SUVs still parked there on the road ahead of me, but also angry. There were fifteen us, how did it come down to Rachel having to fight a whole horde by herself. I should have been furious but I was too overcome with shock.

As I stumbled towards the Suv's, the doors of the vehicles swung open. I saw the occupants running from them and towards me.

"Quinn is back!" Santana called as more of them joined, running in from the right hand side of the road where they were sitting.

"Quinn!" They shouted, advancing hurriedly towards me.

"Where the hell were you?" Puck demanded. "You can't just run off!" He looked impatient and annoyed.

"Wait! Shelby shouted, her eyes widening as she looked around me, hugging Beth tighter to her chest. "Where's Rachel?"

I looked to the ground, unable to get the words out. "Quinn, where's Rachel?" Kurt repeated.

"She's-" It felt like my tongue was swelling and I began to stammer, causing me to force out the next word with my eyes to the ground, "Dead."

"WHAT?" Santana responded in a deafening screech. I moved my head up to face them, each one of them wore a bewildered expression.

"Dead?" Kurt echoed.

"No," Blaine shook his head adamantly. "She can't be. Not Rachel."

"She was bitten," I stammered. "She had to fight off all those zombies by herself, she distracted them by injuring herself, to save me."

Shelby began to tremble. "Quinn, please, please tell me you're lying."
I shook my head, wishing I could tell her otherwise and the tears came back to my eyes.

"No!" Shelby screamed. Puck quickly stepped in and took Beth from her arms before she dropped her. Shelby slowly fell to the ground."No! This isn't fair! We got to go back, we have to help her! Come on!"

"It's too late," I cried. "I found her too late."

Shelby turned hysterical which made me even more upset, "No! That's my daughter, my daughter is dead!" As I watched her sob I could feel my own heart breaking inside my chest.

It took us more than half an hour just to move her out of that spot, nobody, not even Beth could make her stop crying. Along he way, she'd break down at random intervals, crying for a long period, but nobody was able to console her.

Shelby sleeps not so far away from me here, I've been woken up nearly every night by cries that I assume to be Beth, when in fact they belong to her adoptive mother. It's becoming even more difficult to be around Shelby, and it's not really about Beth anymore, it's because I know I can't console her at the moment.

Knowing what I've done to my girlfriend, I don't feel like I should be around anybody at the moment.

"Hey," A voice calls, her head peering the makeshift shelter of large wooden boards that I've made as my sleeping place. It's Skylar, she and her brother Mitchell have been more welcoming than I expected, I can't believe how openly they were willing to accept strangers into their safe place. It gives me some faith in humanity. The other two people that were sheltering here, Jack and Amber who are a married couple in their thirties were a bit more cautious, as I would be, but since Mitchell and Skylar found this place, their decision outweighed the others.

Skylar is a mystery to me, with her pixie cut brown hair and innocent looking eyes I often wonder how she made it this far. She and her brother were made their way here with a group of survivors from the south of Michigan before they ran out of ammo. She tells us there are so many zombies in the towns closer to the border, that to try travel there is a death sentence. So she and her brother decided they would not go any further and instead found shelter in this hardware store which they've made secure with wooden posts and metal wires that surround the building.

"Hi," I mumble.

"Food is ready," she informs me. I sigh and ease myself off the ground.

"Thanks," I whisper.

"Maybe you could stay down and eat with us today?" She asks in a friendly, soft tone. "The others are worried about you, you know. Even for a few minutes?"

"I don't know," I reply. "I don't feel like it."

"Please?" She pouts. "I think Mitchell is worried that you don't like his cooking."

I bite my lip, I feel bad and decide to give in to her request. I suppose I should show some appreciation for all their hospitality. Skylar walks down the large flight of stairs leading to the ground floor, I follow slowly behind her as she leads me to the small cafeteria which must have been for the staff that worked here.

Inside the cramped and dull lit room, the rest of our group has gathered around the rectangular metal table in the middle of the room, each of them seated on a white plastic chair. The only people not here are Jack and Amber, but they usually eat by themselves anyway.

"Quinn," Mitchell greets with a cautious smile, aqs begins to place bowls of a concoction in front of each person at the table. He's just two years older than his sister, and has the same warm smile and friendly, open personality with shocking blond hair to go with it.

"Take a seat," Skylar invites me, pointing to a vacant seat beside Brittany. I clear my throat awkwardly as I sit down beside her and Mitchell places a bowl of a mixture of colours and textures before me. It's the same as always, a mixture of whatever food they have stored up but nobody cares about the appearance, at least it has flavour and it keeps us alive.

"Thank you," I murmur to Mitchell who smiles contently before taking a seat beside Skylar down the other end of the table. Everybody begins to eat but I can feel the occasional glance on me. I look up and observe those sitting around me, it's the first time I've been together with all of them since we got here. I take in their weary, tired faces, pale from lack of sunlight. Everyone is unusually silent and I can see that something has them all bothered. The atmosphere is cold and grim. Is this the effect that Rachel's loss has had? It's worse than I could have imagined, there is no signs of warmth or connection between this group, even Kurt ad Blaine don't speak, they just subtly hold hands under the table.

I look across the Shelby, she seems to have aged about five years in the past five days, her eyes are puffy from crying and she has lost weight too. Even Beth's attitude has changed, the small girl looks frightened and confused as she sits between Puck and Shelby, glancing up at her mother with a bewildered look every few minutes.

Even those who didn't know Rachel all that well; my dad, Kitty, Jake and Marley seem to be affected by everyone else's mood. They all seem just as grief stricken and hopeless as I do. The only other emotions I can see are the impatient, annoyed and fierce looks flaring in Santana's eyes who is glowering at me.

The members of the table leave the table individually and at different times, each going completely different ways, nobody saying a word. It's like everybody has become a stranger. After eating half of the contents in front of me, I can't swallow any more. There's this horrible feeling in my gut and I just want to get out of here I quickly thank Skylar and Mitchell before leaving and rushing back up stairs to my own space.

I sit down on the floor and place my head in my hands. Surely I should have realized that things were this bad between our group before now? I feel ashamed, I think Rachel would too.

As I lean back to rest my head on the wall, I feel something forgotten in my pocket. Slowly I reach my hand back and dig into my pocket, pulling out the small object. It's Rachel's knife. I had completely forgotten about it. I uncover it, revealing the sharp blade through which I can see my own, tired, red eyed reflection. Rachel gave me this before she fell into her sleep. It all comes back to me so vividly, the blood running down her arm, her weak face, our tears mixing and the last kiss I placed on her unconscious lips, when I swore to myself that I would make her I look at it, I remember why I'm here and what I was supposed to do.

I am supposed to keep everyone alive, but I can't do that if nobody even talks any more. There is no sign of help coming, and we can't keep waiting, we're going to have to move on if we don't receive help in the next few days. We need to go to Canada so we can live the rest of our lives and help those who are trying to find a cure. I sigh frustratedly, I can't help feel that this is my fault. Rachel didn't want any of us to turn out this way so I need to stay lyal to her wishes. I've let grief over come me and swallow me into a dark, confined space. I have to hold back all this grief and take control of myself and the others that came here with me. I have to stop shutting myself away and try to help everyone instead, even if they are grieving, I have to be the strong one here, the optimistic, confident one because I have a secret, I know something that they don't.

Okay I promise following chapters will be longer, thanks for reading. It's 1am when I'm writing this, so there's probably a lot of mistakes, I'll probably edit this in the next day or so, I'll let readers know if I do. Also, please expect intervals of a few days in between the publication of chapters as my life is crazy busy this month. Sorry!

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