A couple of zombies were wandering a little too close for Santana's taste and she pulled out the gun Kennedy had given her and took careful aim, picking them off with headshots. She wasn't perfect, but she'd learned how to make it fast and efficient in her time on the road. Santana Lopez was a long way from Lima, but she'd definitely learned a lot, even if she wasn't putting it to good use.
Finally, Quinn came into view and Santana had to smile at the sight. She never thought she'd see her old friend again. It was gonna be kinda nice, having Quinn here. Someone who would make fun of all the freaks together. Sure, she'd made friends with some of them, but not all and so that made them fair game. The prison wasn't going to know how to deal with the two hottest bitches in Lima being in one place together. They were totally gonna own that place.
"Jesus Fabray." Santana said as she neared her, tucking the gun into the waistband of her pants. "You look like shit. Here, put this on before you like, freeze to death or whatever." She shrugged, holding out the Cheerios jacket. Yeah, she'd held onto it, it meant a lot to her.