Author note: I'm very sorry if I offend any person out there with the rather adult themes in my story. But please keep reading, I promise that I don't have any malicious intent to any group of people. Thank you.
It had been three days since Brittany's second coming to earth. The government had put a lockdown into action – there was no single soul that could enter or leave Lima. Thankfully, people could still access the internet for what little information there was. The U.S. government tried to tell people that there was a poisonous gas leak in Lima. It hadn't been one hour when people began to point out the obvious lie, yet the government stayed with their story. After all, who would believe that there was a gay outbreak?
Kurt's group, the Enlighteners, had taken over the Breadstix restaurant as their base. The school was already filled with brain-washed victims whose daily routine consisted of having unprotected orgies every other hour. The stench, even half a mile from the school's perimeter, was unbearable.
Each day, the Enlighteners were able to save people who had not been brain-washed yet – the numbers of refugees in Breadstix amounted to more than 50. There were still more people boarded in their house, afraid of succumbing their freedom and heterosexual ways to Brittany's legion. The sudden homosexuality was dubbed The Rainbow Plague by the Enlighteners. Truly a frightening name.
Kurt Hummel had become the self-appointed leader of the Enlightener, although nobody seemed to mind. The Enlighteners themselves had only seized the Breadstix into their headquarter the previous day, but they realized that they need some sort of management if they wanted to keep surviving. Mercedes and Tina walked out of the door marked 'Staff Only'. They were accompanied by a tire-looking middle-aged Breadstix waitress. Tina went with the waitress to another part of the restaurant while Mercedes approached Kurt and Santana, who had been praying together to the Lord.
The dark-skinned diva took the seat across Kurt and Santana. She didn't look happy at all.
"There won't be no enough food for everyone here for one week. Even if we ration the food, we'll only last for three days top," Mercedes rolled her eyes, "and you know how I feel about fasting,"
"Well, we're lucky enough to have food as it is. The government might cut off our electricity any day now and we'll be in an even bigger problem than what Anita had back in Puerto Rico,"
Mercedes sighed, but she wasn't in mood for a debate.
"What I'm trying to say is, even with our praying, food won't appear out of no thin air, y'all. We gotta get some more food or everyone will be upset."
Kurt and Santana gasped out of shock.
"H-How dare you question the Lord!" Santana hissed angrily, "you ungrateful little—
"That's enough, love. There's no time for petty fights in this dark era. We have to stay together during the trial Jesus had given upon us." Kurt said, exasperated. He gave a stern look at Mercedes. "but it'd be lovely if you could watch what you're saying, Mercedes."
Mercedes shrugged and left to join the group consisted of Rachel, Mike, and Puck, who had been talking about doing a performance to cheer up the increasingly worried crowd. Some of the people taking shelter in Breadstix had lost their husband, son, or brother to the Rainbow Plague. Mr. Stevenson, a middle-aged man who used to attend the local grocery store had been looking tirelessly at the ceiling. He had found his wife doing an unspeakably filthy act with their own daughter when he had gone to look for them. Everyone tried to comfort him, but he didn't even seem to acknowledge anything other than the white ceiling.
Lack of food would only fuel everyone's frustration – and Kurt knew that Brittany and her lackeys could easily bait people with food as they had also taken control of more than half of the town beside their fortress at the school. Kurt stood up and looked for his brother Finn. The tall young man was sitting together with Carole and Burt, laughing quietly at a joke Burt had told. Yet the brunette woman sitting on the next table over looked disapprovingly at them while holding her toddler daughter.
"Bro, we gotta talk."
"Oh, sure. So have you heard the joke about the Lebanese woman and-"
"Yeah, I have. Countless time." Kurt sat down next to Finn. His dead serious tone erased the smile from Finn's, Burt's, and Carole's faces. They leaned in closer. After Kurt told them about the impending food crisis, Finn smiled weakly.
"Hey, that's not really a big problem, right?"
Carole said in a thoughtful voice, her hand held Burt's even more tightly. "No, Finn, Kurt's right. People can go days without, say, taking a shower or watching TV, but food is something you can't easily take away. We need to look for food."
The four of them turned silent. Everyone knew how dangerous it was to go outside. Brittany's followers and hypnotized victims were lurking around, patrolling or hiding around corners. Unsuspecting people would be jumped on and taken to Brittany's lair to be kissed. Once they were kissed, even the mightiest of men and most motherly of women would be reduced to nothing but an empty shell of who they had been once. Their brains would forget everything but the most basic of instincts. The worst thing, however, was how they would turn into mere beasts looking for carnal pleasure; nothing could satisfy them but the taste of flesh of their own kin.
The difference between the infected and people who followed Brittany out of their own choice was easily identifiable. Infected victims didn't pay any attention to their personal hygiene, walking around the town with tattered clothes or even bear naked. Their bodies also went through biological changes, making their muscles more pronounced, their movements more agile and feral. They, however, reacted to commands by other homosexuals under Brittany's command.
The info regarding Brittany's army had been collected from the collective stories of those seeking refuge at Breadstix. Each new piece of information managed to be less pleasant than the one before it. For example, late last night a blonde teenage girl no older than 15 came crying to the Breadstix. She and her boyfriend had been locking themselves in their car when the plague happened. But they ran out of gas and food quickly enough. They thought it had been safe to run towards Breadstix as they could see people gathering there. But halfway during their dash, a naked infected leaped from bushes and attacked her boyfriend. She had stopped so suddenly she scrapped her knee on the pavement and she turned to look. In the few seconds it had taken for her to stop, her boyfriend had been stripped from waist below and had been getting violated by the infected. His last words to her had been 'Run!'
The girl, who introduced herself as Clarissa, looked blankly at Kurt when he announced that he needed brave men and young men to help him gather food. She had been keeping to herself all day, so it surprised Kurt to see her raise her hand.
"Are you sure, Clarissa?" Kurt tried to sound neutral, but the concern in his voice was obvious.
She nodded weakly and added a forced smile when she realized she hadn't been looking too friendly. Kurt decided not to question her further and watched silently as she joined the exploration group, her back tiny and fragile. She was the lone girl in their group. Finn and Mr. Schue looked at her with surprise, while Puck right out checked the girl out.
"Hey kid, we're not going to Apple Store, got it?" Puck grinned.
"I know," Clarissa replied without any hint of joke in her shrill voice. Puck's grin subsided.
As nobody else raised their hand nor stood up, Kurt decided to begin their mission briefing. Their mission was to get to the nearest minimart, a 7-Eleven located about three blocks from them, and get as many food and drink they could get. They would also visit the Hummels' house and get blankets and clothes for everyone. Earlier, they decided against looting someone's house as it would be sinful. Needless to say, they would leave the money for the food and drink they'd get from the store. If there was any Brittany follower or infected, they should not attempt to fight them unless attacked first. Finally, they would always move in a group for safety.
"Is there any question?"
Kurt looked at his party. Rachel had just kissed Puck for good luck. Ms. Pillsbury did the same to Mr. Schue, her eyes widened in anxiety even more than usual. Carole hugged Finn tightly. Clarissa played with her hair awkwardly while looking at the floor. Burt moved from Finn's side and hugged Clarissa. Her eyes opened with shock and she didn't hug back, but she didn't struggle either.
"You better be careful out there. I would go in your place, but it's a shame my health hasn't been great lately."
"T-Thank you, sir," Clarissa said.
Kurt smiled. His father had always known how to encourage someone, even if the man himself would never admit it. After Rachel and Tina passed the bags to everyone, he spoke in his most dignified voice.
"Now, before we depart, let us pray to Him. May our journey be safe and fruitful."