He looked up to see yet another cloudless day, the sun burning bright in the sky blindingly as usual.

He grimaced as he realized he was covered in sweat. He grabbed his shirt from the dashboard and wiped most of it off. He threw it back and glanced over at Cooper, whose face was squished against the window and loud snores emitted from him every other second.

Blaine shook his head and turned to look at Quinn. She was curled up in her seat. Her face was in her knees, hidden from sight. Her blonde hair was greasy and unkempt, falling over her face messily. She was far too skinny and her clothes were far too big. She looked ruined.

Blaine sighed and checked his hand gun was in its place in his belt before unlocking the truck door and getting out. He caught his foot as he stepped out, tripping, and unceremoniously tumbling to the ground. He hit the hard soil with a huff and bumped his head. He groaned and started to pick himself up. Then, just out of the corner of his eye, he saw something move.

He turned his head to fully look beneath the truck and his eyes widened in fear. He remained deadly silent, and slowly reached for his M9, taking it off safety and aiming it steadily.

One shot.

Two.

Three.

Blaine breathed out, relaxing, as the other two woke in shock from the noise.

"BLAINE!?" Cooper yelled when he noticed the truck door was open and his brother wasn't in his seat. Blaine didn't reply because he already heard Cooper scrambling out of the truck and round the vehicle. The older man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Blaine was with them, but he was still worried about why he was on the floor and why his gun was in his hand.

"What happened?" He asked as Quinn opened her door too, to see what was going on, a worried expression on her face. She was also trying to hide a yawn, but Blaine knew she must've been tired.

Blaine simply pointed beneath the truck, laughing silently when Cooper nearly fell over in his rush to see. He frowned when he saw the dead bodies of the three zombies that had been hiding from the sun by crawling under their truck.

"Ew." He said, pushing himself back up and grabbing Blaine's hand and pulling him to his feet.

"We need to leave now if we plan on getting to Lima by tomorrow." Blaine said, brushing himself off.

"Lima? Why are you going to Lima?" Quinn asked, her eyebrows furrowing and frowning at them. Blaine sighed, realizing they'd never told her about this last night.

"Because of Kurt." Cooper replied bluntly.

"Really? Why?"

"Why do you think, Quinn?" Blaine asked, hurt leaking into his voice.

"…Blaine, you shouldn't bother. He's probably dead."

Blaine blinked back tears, remaining still and trying to ignore her and not to believe her. He couldn't allow himself do that. He just couldn't.

"Blaine… Why would you torture yourself like that? Either you're going to find his dead, mangled, rotting body and cry for years, or you'll see him as a fucking zombie, or you won't find him at all. Going to Lima is going to make you depressed and hopeless. And if you don't find him, you'll be searching forever. You're torturing yourself, Blaine… why?"

Blaine was silent for a long time, just looking down at his feet, a tear or two betraying him to fall down his cheek. When he finally spoke, his voice cracked and he looked up at Quinn.

"It's better than spending my life wondering whether or not he's alive."

~X~

"Where are we?" Quinn asked Cooper from the backseat, bored of listening to music in the awkward silence Blaine had created for them. None of them had muttered a word since that morning, and Blaine had been reduced crying silently for a while until his tears dried up.

"Nearly at Amarillo. Why?" He turns the music down, so he can hear her better.

"Because if you haven't noticed, my clothes are filthy, disgusting and too big for me. They're torn and covered in sweat. And so are yours and Blaine's. And these are the only clothes we have."

"Are you serious, Quinn?" Blaine said, turning around in his seat. "We're in the middle of the apocalypse and you're thinking about clothes!?"

"Blaine, calm down." Cooper took one hand off the wheel and clapped it on Blaine's arm comfortingly. "She has a point."

Blaine just looks at him. "Really? Where the hell are we going to find clothes without getting ourselves killed? And no we are not going to steal some off random dead people."

"Ew. That's vile, Blaine. Why would you even think that?" Cooper asked, trying not to laugh.

"We'll just find a cheap store." Quinn supplied.

"It'll be filled with zombies." Blaine shot back.

"We'll kill them."

"We don't have time."

"We're ahead of schedule." Cooper cut in, unhelpfully.

"Fine. But if we die, I'm going to kill you Quinn." Blaine muttered, scowling and turning back to the front.

~X~

"That should be the last of them." Cooper said, putting his AK-47 back in place. Quinn smiled, slipping the revolver they'd given her into her loose jeans, and glided past him to the girls section of the small shop. Blaine shook his head at her, putting his MP5 away, checked his M9 was still in place and then blindly grabbed for a bunch of clothes.

"You two can hurry up. I'll wait for five minutes before driving away. It doesn't matter what you wear, no one's going to see you." He then walked out and back to the truck, throwing the clothes he'd grabbed into the back after lifting up the cover.

He sighed and leaned against the side of the truck, looking over his M9, and waiting.

It was two minutes later he heard a scream. Like those fake ones from scary movies.

His eyes widened and he ran back to the little store where Cooper was shouting as well. He rushed inside to see Cooper aiming his Desert Eagle but not shooting. Mainly because Quinn was standing right in front of the zombie, in the guns line of sight.

Blaine steadied his own gun, taking in what had happened. He figured the creature had been hiding behind one of the clothing racks.

He slowly sidestepped, trying to get a decent view of the monster without Quinn being in the way. But his foot caught on one of the dead zombies and he tripped, falling into a clothing rack and caused the live zombie to jump.

Cooper tried to send a warning shot, sending the bullet went whizzing past its head, but the thing took no notice. Blaine scurried to standing position and shot blindly, ignoring the screams emitting from Quinn, and breathed out when he saw the thing fall to the floor.

Then Quinn slowly stepped back, stumbling and falling to the ground herself. Blaine and Cooper both rushed forwards to her, worried.

Blaine stopped just beside her, seeing the problem straight away, his gun slipping from his fingers as they went limp in shock. It clattered on the floor deafeningly. He then fell to his knees beside her.

"No…"

Quinn looked at him, fear still burning in her soft, brown eyes. They pleaded silently. They pleaded for something Blaine knew he couldn't do.

Blood slowly dripped down her neck, the bite bubbling with something unnatural. Inhuman. Her body convulsed slightly, and they all knew what was happened, and why wasn't speaking. Why she couldn't.

"Blaine… We can't let her become one of them… she wouldn't want it…"

There was a slight nod of her head as her body convulsed again, her mouth letting a strangled whimper.

"I c-can't, Coop." Blaine said, his eyes filling with tears as he looked down at her, his hands shaking.

Cooper knelt beside him, resting a hand on Quinn's arm as more strangled sounds emitted from her mouth. "I'll do it." Blaine nods in reply, still looking into Quinn's eyes.

He barely registered Cooper aiming his gun slowly. Blaine reached down and kissed her forehead slightly and moving away before looking back into her eyes.

He then heard the quiet click of the trigger being pulled and then the bang of the gun going and the horrible noise of it as it ripped through her flesh and through her brain, leaving a gaping hole in the middle of her forehead where Blaine had just kissed. He watched her eyes dull in colour as she faded away.

Blaine sobbed silently, closing his eyes, and holding Quinn's body close to him tightly.

Quinn was dead.