The Hunger Part XXX
Title:The Hunger
Author:Narya
Rating:NC 17
Character(s)/Pairing(s):Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman, Finn Hudson, Rachel Berry, Burt Hummel / Puckurt, some bits of Klaine.
Genre:AU, drama, suspence, romance, gore
Warning:Character Deaths, violence, explicit sex, gore, zombies, infidelity
Spoilers:Season 2
Disclaimer:I own nothing but my computer, not the glee, not the characters, not even the zombies.
Author Notes:This is a WIP, consisting of drable-like chapters, can be found on my Lj, AO3 and Tumblr. So I'll give links to each. Also, English is not my first language so there might be some mistakes.
Summary:After a snow storm Kurt discovers that things have changed in Lima, everyone seems to have disappeared and there are dead bodies everywhere. When things start to clear out he will realize that the need to survive changes everything.
Word Count: ~2300
( The Hunger at
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Previous Parts Masterlist
Part XXX
“Why are you just standing there, girl!” Lauren exclaimed before running towards Britt, who was each time closer to the woman on the floor.
Puck decided to run with her, while Kurt took a crying Santana in his arms.
“She just didn’t want to hear me, she said she hates me for shooting her mom, she said she hates me and I couldn’t help her… She’d only hate me more… and I froze. Kurt, I froze” the girl screamed and cried in his arms.
“It’s ok; Puck and Lauren will take care of this. It’s ok” he said, looking ahead to where the action was taking place.
***
Puck was running behind Lauren before he even realized how dangerous it was to do so, but all he knew was that his friends were in danger and he’d do whatever he could to protect them, no matter how stupid it was.
He knew that the woman on the ground was Brittany’s mom; he had seen her enough times to recognize her by then, but her expression was feral and the way she growled was a great indicator that the last thing you would want to do was try to get close to her, so he knew immediately that before anything happened he had to make sure that Britt didn’t got in the woman’s reach.
All those times running on the field were finally useful when he managed to grab her by the waist and get her out of the way before the zombie grabbed her, as she obviously was about to do. They tumbled to the ground a few feet away from where the woman was.
“Puck, it’s my mom! She is hurt!” the girl said, squirming in his arms to get to her mother just as the woman began crawling in their direction.
Lauren was there, running, but obviously tired. She saw the situation and how close the zombie was to them, how impossible it was for Puck to move when he couldn’t even get up because of the way Britt fought to get free, and without even stopping to think about what she was doing she shot the woman in the head, three times, enough to kill whatever possibility of her going back up.
Britt screamed.
She cried in his arms, shouting and kicking and trying as hard as she could to get free… And Puck couldn’t do anything but hold her tight as the girl broke down in his arms, crying for a mother that must have been dead for a good while already.
Broken and damaged, but alive.
Hating him, but intact.
He got a couple of kicks in the shins, and some well-placed elbows, but he didn’t let her go. Instead, he grabbed her tight and stood up with her while Lauren put the body near some bushes where it wouldn’t bother them if they got out of there in a car. Together, the three of them, they made the way to the house.
It didn’t really matter how much the girl hated him as long as she was alive and well.
If she was, they hadn’t really checked if she was one of the possible zombies like Lauren. They’d have to do it as soon as they could, because if the distress in which the girl was ended in her being dangerous to the people on the house, he didn’t know what they’d have to do… but they’d have to take care of the matter.
When they came close to Santana and Kurt, the girl in his arms finally started to calm down, begging him to let her down and running towards her girlfriend as soon as her feet touched the ground. If he expected a hug, some comforting words, and maybe a kiss, he got everything wrong.
The girl got close to Santana and looked at her with such a strong disgust in her eyes that it was more intense than if she had slapped her so hard that the sound echoed on the silent street.
“It was your entire fault. She couldn’t run away because of you” the blonde said in such a cold voice that Puck was taken back.
“She was a monster, Britt, you have to understand” Santana cried, holding her cheek in her hand.
“She was my mom, she might have known where my family was, where Lord Tubbington was. And now she is gone!” the girl said, crying and rubbing her eyes while everyone looked the scene without knowing what to do.
“Britt, she was going to kill you” Lauren said, putting her hand on the girl’s shoulder. Almost immediately it was slapped as Britt turned to look at her.
“And you killed her! You shouldn’t even be here. You are one of them, aren’t you? You are a monster just like them. I heard Rachel’s gay dads talking about it, you are a monster too”
“Britt, calm down. You have to understand…” Puck begged, standing next to Kurt and grabbing his hand.
“All of you… all of you killed my mom. What is there to understand?” she cried.
“She wasn’t your mom anymore, Britt” Santana tried again, biting her lips and looking absolutely devastated. “She probably didn’t even knew who you were”
“I don’t care. I hate you, all of you” she said, before going inside the house, slamming the door behind her.
“It’s ok, Santana. She’ll have to get over it at some point” Puck tried to say.
“She is never going to stop hating me”
Before they could even try to comprehend how they could help, Britt was back on the road with a plastic bag full of junk food. She looked at them for a couple of minutes before start walking down the street. Sam and Rachel were out of the house close behind her, begging her to stop.
“Britt, where are you going?” Kurt asked, walking towards her, the rest of the group close on their feet.
“I’m going to my grandma’s. She must know what to do now, she always does” the girl said, shrugging. Her voice was tight with tears, and her shoulders were slumped.
“Britt, your grandma lives in Toledo. You can’t walk there, not this late in the night, and certainly not alone” cried Santana, trying to reach one of her hands. The blonde just moved her hand out of the way and kept walking.
Kurt was in front of her in a minute, his hands on her shoulders and looking directly to her eyes. The fear and hurt in them has him reeling, but it was too clear in her eyes that the decision she had took wasn’t going to change, no matter how much they begged her.
“There isn’t any other way?” he asked, hugging her. Surprisingly, she let him.
“I can’t stay here knowing what happened. I won’t. It hurts to look at them, it hurts too much” Britt whispered against his shoulder.
“Ok, its ok, Britt. I understand. But you can’t go to Toledo like that. You won’t get that far just walking, much less walking alone. You’ll get tired before getting out of Lima and they’ll kill you before you cross the river” he said, brushing her hair with his fingers.
“I can’t stay here, Kurt, I can’t. I don’t want to see them ever again”
“I can go with her” said a voice, closer to them than Kurt had realized. He hadn’t even noticed when someone got there. He looked up and saw Sam, his eyes red and puffy, his hands trembling, looking back at him with such despair that Kurt couldn’t even imagine how it was that he was up on his feet again “I don’t have anything to tie me here anymore and everywhere I look something reminds me of Stevie and Stacy” he added with a broken voice.
“Are you sure, dude? We can look after each other better if we are all together” Puck said, letting his hand fall on Sam’s shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m sure. She won’t leave with Santana, and nobody really wants to leave besides me. And I was already thinking about leaving, so yeah” he said, shrugging.
The gesture was probably meant to give them some sort of security about what was going on, but there was nothing in his posture that said he was alright. Sam seemed to sag into himself after he did it, like all the weight of the world was over his shoulders. Puck gathered him into his arms, patting his back awkwardly; it seemed to help him a bit, kept him without hitting the ground, and that was enough for now.
“Will you go with Sam?” Kurt asked the girl in his arms. She nodded. “Then take your guns with you, and take care of each other, please” he asked, looking at Sam too.
“Don’t worry about us, Kurtie” she said, with a very small smile. “We’ll see each other again when all this thing ends, right?”
“Of course we will” he answered, with a huge lump in his throat that was threatening to turn into tears in any moment.
“Then don’t worry about us” Sam said, walking up to them and taking the girl from his arms. Puck was quickly at his side, grasping his hand to keep him safe from his emotions that were, almost successfully, trying to overwhelm him. “Unless you see our dead bodies, always think that we are alive and we’ll meet again. That somehow we’ll find each other after” the blond added with a tight voice looking at everyone.
“They get out at night, they hide from the sun and bright lights blind them. And they seem to avoid the river, I don’t know why” Kurt said, rubbing away a tear that was currently making its way down his cheek. “Please take care, survive this”
“You guys too” Sam said, before enveloping them in a tight hug. “Thank you for everything, see you later, ok?”
“See you later, Sam” they whispered to each of his shoulders.
Soon Britt was hugging them tightly too, crying until their jackets were wet with her tears, but with no words spoken besides ‘I’ll miss you’ and ‘find Lord Tubbington, please’.
Rachel was crying openly. Finn was looking small, like a child, and so scared that it hurt Kurt’s heart to be so far from them and unable to see him smile. Hiram and Leroy were sad, and worried, giving them a couple bags with some clothes and batteries, flashlights and ammo; like some sort of twisted care package. Tina was crying on the floor, holding onto Britt for dear life while Mike did the same with Sam, who was crying harder than ever now in his arms.
Lauren was sitting by the side walk, looking empty, like she was falling into despair.
And Santana… Santana looked crushed. Her tears had never stopped falling down her cheeks, and she looked even paler under the moonlight. She kept looking at Britt, like she was half expecting everything to be a really bad nightmare, like she was going to wake up at some point and everything was going to be fine, like she wasn’t about to be separated from her girlfriend without knowing if they’d ever see each other again.
The broken whisper of Britt’s name when the blonde decided that they were done with their goodbyes, without actually saying goodbye to Santana, was something that Kurt was sure that he wasn’t going to forget.
“Britt, please. You can’t do this to me. Don’t leave me like this” the girl cried, her arms tight around herself.
“Sanny… you know I love you” Britt said, without turning to look at her.
“Don’t say that if you are going to leave me alone because I tried to protect you” Santana said, curling over herself.
“I just can’t look at you right now without remembering, Sanny. I can’t” Britt said, crying.
Soon Sam was hugging her, saying something softly into her ear, and then the blond was right in front of Santana, holding her tightly and whispering things that no one really got to hear, not even in the awful silence that surrounded them.
“Teach me how to hot wire a car, Kurt, please?” Sam asked, looking tired.
Kurt nodded, and while the girls talked and kissed on the ground, they selected a strong looking car and they got to ignite it.
“What did you tell her?” Kurt asked in a whisper while he showed him how to unlock the steering wheel and the wires that he would be using.
“The truth, that this might be the last time she saw Santana alive, and she shouldn’t miss it because she was angry and hurt” he said, looking even more tired than before.
The motor started without problem, and Kurt smiled when Sam did it again.
“Take care, Sam. Please survive this” he asked, knowing that it was something no one could promise, but needing to hear it anyway.
“We will, and so will you guys. Besides, I owe you a duet and I always honor my words” Sam said with a smile so small that Kurt wasn’t sure he hadn’t imagined.
And then Britt and Sam were getting in the car, driving to who knows were, leaving them heartbroken in their rearview mirror.
Author:Narya
Rating:NC 17
Character(s)/Pairing(s):Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman, Finn Hudson, Rachel Berry, Burt Hummel / Puckurt, some bits of Klaine.
Genre:AU, drama, suspence, romance, gore
Warning:Character Deaths, violence, explicit sex, gore, zombies, infidelity
Spoilers:Season 2
Disclaimer:I own nothing but my computer, not the glee, not the characters, not even the zombies.
Author Notes:This is a WIP, consisting of drable-like chapters, can be found on my Lj, AO3 and Tumblr. So I'll give links to each. Also, English is not my first language so there might be some mistakes.
Summary:After a snow storm Kurt discovers that things have changed in Lima, everyone seems to have disappeared and there are dead bodies everywhere. When things start to clear out he will realize that the need to survive changes everything.
Word Count: ~2300
( The Hunger at
Narya) / Follow The Hunger Fic on Tumblr
Previous Parts Masterlist
Part XXX
“Why are you just standing there, girl!” Lauren exclaimed before running towards Britt, who was each time closer to the woman on the floor.
Puck decided to run with her, while Kurt took a crying Santana in his arms.
“She just didn’t want to hear me, she said she hates me for shooting her mom, she said she hates me and I couldn’t help her… She’d only hate me more… and I froze. Kurt, I froze” the girl screamed and cried in his arms.
“It’s ok; Puck and Lauren will take care of this. It’s ok” he said, looking ahead to where the action was taking place.
***
Puck was running behind Lauren before he even realized how dangerous it was to do so, but all he knew was that his friends were in danger and he’d do whatever he could to protect them, no matter how stupid it was.
He knew that the woman on the ground was Brittany’s mom; he had seen her enough times to recognize her by then, but her expression was feral and the way she growled was a great indicator that the last thing you would want to do was try to get close to her, so he knew immediately that before anything happened he had to make sure that Britt didn’t got in the woman’s reach.
All those times running on the field were finally useful when he managed to grab her by the waist and get her out of the way before the zombie grabbed her, as she obviously was about to do. They tumbled to the ground a few feet away from where the woman was.
“Puck, it’s my mom! She is hurt!” the girl said, squirming in his arms to get to her mother just as the woman began crawling in their direction.
Lauren was there, running, but obviously tired. She saw the situation and how close the zombie was to them, how impossible it was for Puck to move when he couldn’t even get up because of the way Britt fought to get free, and without even stopping to think about what she was doing she shot the woman in the head, three times, enough to kill whatever possibility of her going back up.
Britt screamed.
She cried in his arms, shouting and kicking and trying as hard as she could to get free… And Puck couldn’t do anything but hold her tight as the girl broke down in his arms, crying for a mother that must have been dead for a good while already.
Broken and damaged, but alive.
Hating him, but intact.
He got a couple of kicks in the shins, and some well-placed elbows, but he didn’t let her go. Instead, he grabbed her tight and stood up with her while Lauren put the body near some bushes where it wouldn’t bother them if they got out of there in a car. Together, the three of them, they made the way to the house.
It didn’t really matter how much the girl hated him as long as she was alive and well.
If she was, they hadn’t really checked if she was one of the possible zombies like Lauren. They’d have to do it as soon as they could, because if the distress in which the girl was ended in her being dangerous to the people on the house, he didn’t know what they’d have to do… but they’d have to take care of the matter.
When they came close to Santana and Kurt, the girl in his arms finally started to calm down, begging him to let her down and running towards her girlfriend as soon as her feet touched the ground. If he expected a hug, some comforting words, and maybe a kiss, he got everything wrong.
The girl got close to Santana and looked at her with such a strong disgust in her eyes that it was more intense than if she had slapped her so hard that the sound echoed on the silent street.
“It was your entire fault. She couldn’t run away because of you” the blonde said in such a cold voice that Puck was taken back.
“She was a monster, Britt, you have to understand” Santana cried, holding her cheek in her hand.
“She was my mom, she might have known where my family was, where Lord Tubbington was. And now she is gone!” the girl said, crying and rubbing her eyes while everyone looked the scene without knowing what to do.
“Britt, she was going to kill you” Lauren said, putting her hand on the girl’s shoulder. Almost immediately it was slapped as Britt turned to look at her.
“And you killed her! You shouldn’t even be here. You are one of them, aren’t you? You are a monster just like them. I heard Rachel’s gay dads talking about it, you are a monster too”
“Britt, calm down. You have to understand…” Puck begged, standing next to Kurt and grabbing his hand.
“All of you… all of you killed my mom. What is there to understand?” she cried.
“She wasn’t your mom anymore, Britt” Santana tried again, biting her lips and looking absolutely devastated. “She probably didn’t even knew who you were”
“I don’t care. I hate you, all of you” she said, before going inside the house, slamming the door behind her.
“It’s ok, Santana. She’ll have to get over it at some point” Puck tried to say.
“She is never going to stop hating me”
Before they could even try to comprehend how they could help, Britt was back on the road with a plastic bag full of junk food. She looked at them for a couple of minutes before start walking down the street. Sam and Rachel were out of the house close behind her, begging her to stop.
“Britt, where are you going?” Kurt asked, walking towards her, the rest of the group close on their feet.
“I’m going to my grandma’s. She must know what to do now, she always does” the girl said, shrugging. Her voice was tight with tears, and her shoulders were slumped.
“Britt, your grandma lives in Toledo. You can’t walk there, not this late in the night, and certainly not alone” cried Santana, trying to reach one of her hands. The blonde just moved her hand out of the way and kept walking.
Kurt was in front of her in a minute, his hands on her shoulders and looking directly to her eyes. The fear and hurt in them has him reeling, but it was too clear in her eyes that the decision she had took wasn’t going to change, no matter how much they begged her.
“There isn’t any other way?” he asked, hugging her. Surprisingly, she let him.
“I can’t stay here knowing what happened. I won’t. It hurts to look at them, it hurts too much” Britt whispered against his shoulder.
“Ok, its ok, Britt. I understand. But you can’t go to Toledo like that. You won’t get that far just walking, much less walking alone. You’ll get tired before getting out of Lima and they’ll kill you before you cross the river” he said, brushing her hair with his fingers.
“I can’t stay here, Kurt, I can’t. I don’t want to see them ever again”
“I can go with her” said a voice, closer to them than Kurt had realized. He hadn’t even noticed when someone got there. He looked up and saw Sam, his eyes red and puffy, his hands trembling, looking back at him with such despair that Kurt couldn’t even imagine how it was that he was up on his feet again “I don’t have anything to tie me here anymore and everywhere I look something reminds me of Stevie and Stacy” he added with a broken voice.
“Are you sure, dude? We can look after each other better if we are all together” Puck said, letting his hand fall on Sam’s shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m sure. She won’t leave with Santana, and nobody really wants to leave besides me. And I was already thinking about leaving, so yeah” he said, shrugging.
The gesture was probably meant to give them some sort of security about what was going on, but there was nothing in his posture that said he was alright. Sam seemed to sag into himself after he did it, like all the weight of the world was over his shoulders. Puck gathered him into his arms, patting his back awkwardly; it seemed to help him a bit, kept him without hitting the ground, and that was enough for now.
“Will you go with Sam?” Kurt asked the girl in his arms. She nodded. “Then take your guns with you, and take care of each other, please” he asked, looking at Sam too.
“Don’t worry about us, Kurtie” she said, with a very small smile. “We’ll see each other again when all this thing ends, right?”
“Of course we will” he answered, with a huge lump in his throat that was threatening to turn into tears in any moment.
“Then don’t worry about us” Sam said, walking up to them and taking the girl from his arms. Puck was quickly at his side, grasping his hand to keep him safe from his emotions that were, almost successfully, trying to overwhelm him. “Unless you see our dead bodies, always think that we are alive and we’ll meet again. That somehow we’ll find each other after” the blond added with a tight voice looking at everyone.
“They get out at night, they hide from the sun and bright lights blind them. And they seem to avoid the river, I don’t know why” Kurt said, rubbing away a tear that was currently making its way down his cheek. “Please take care, survive this”
“You guys too” Sam said, before enveloping them in a tight hug. “Thank you for everything, see you later, ok?”
“See you later, Sam” they whispered to each of his shoulders.
Soon Britt was hugging them tightly too, crying until their jackets were wet with her tears, but with no words spoken besides ‘I’ll miss you’ and ‘find Lord Tubbington, please’.
Rachel was crying openly. Finn was looking small, like a child, and so scared that it hurt Kurt’s heart to be so far from them and unable to see him smile. Hiram and Leroy were sad, and worried, giving them a couple bags with some clothes and batteries, flashlights and ammo; like some sort of twisted care package. Tina was crying on the floor, holding onto Britt for dear life while Mike did the same with Sam, who was crying harder than ever now in his arms.
Lauren was sitting by the side walk, looking empty, like she was falling into despair.
And Santana… Santana looked crushed. Her tears had never stopped falling down her cheeks, and she looked even paler under the moonlight. She kept looking at Britt, like she was half expecting everything to be a really bad nightmare, like she was going to wake up at some point and everything was going to be fine, like she wasn’t about to be separated from her girlfriend without knowing if they’d ever see each other again.
The broken whisper of Britt’s name when the blonde decided that they were done with their goodbyes, without actually saying goodbye to Santana, was something that Kurt was sure that he wasn’t going to forget.
“Britt, please. You can’t do this to me. Don’t leave me like this” the girl cried, her arms tight around herself.
“Sanny… you know I love you” Britt said, without turning to look at her.
“Don’t say that if you are going to leave me alone because I tried to protect you” Santana said, curling over herself.
“I just can’t look at you right now without remembering, Sanny. I can’t” Britt said, crying.
Soon Sam was hugging her, saying something softly into her ear, and then the blond was right in front of Santana, holding her tightly and whispering things that no one really got to hear, not even in the awful silence that surrounded them.
“Teach me how to hot wire a car, Kurt, please?” Sam asked, looking tired.
Kurt nodded, and while the girls talked and kissed on the ground, they selected a strong looking car and they got to ignite it.
“What did you tell her?” Kurt asked in a whisper while he showed him how to unlock the steering wheel and the wires that he would be using.
“The truth, that this might be the last time she saw Santana alive, and she shouldn’t miss it because she was angry and hurt” he said, looking even more tired than before.
The motor started without problem, and Kurt smiled when Sam did it again.
“Take care, Sam. Please survive this” he asked, knowing that it was something no one could promise, but needing to hear it anyway.
“We will, and so will you guys. Besides, I owe you a duet and I always honor my words” Sam said with a smile so small that Kurt wasn’t sure he hadn’t imagined.
And then Britt and Sam were getting in the car, driving to who knows were, leaving them heartbroken in their rearview mirror.