Finn felt sad for Rogue when she said she found anyone she knew here in Everett. It had been a stroke of good luck that a few of his good friends had happened to be in Everett when he and Rachel came looking, but he knew not everyone had that kind of luck. It was sad that it had come to this. That people lost family and good friends and even enemies. He and Santana hadn't really ever gotten along too well, but he had been happy to see even she had made it. Not that he really had any doubt. Santana was super capable and always had been. He'd probably have been more surprised to find out she'd been bitten by a zombie.
When Rogue suggested they hit some rocks with a leftover bat, Finn lit up and nodded, eagerly taking the bat from her hands. He had played t-ball as a kid, on a pee wee league with Puck and Mike Chang, and he had loved it. They'd played a pick-up game here and there too as they got older, but football and basketball had been his chosen sports when he'd gotten to high school. It would be really cool to try playing again.
"You a good pitcher?" he asked with a teasing smile as he took in her handfuls of rocks. "Not gonna break my nose, are you?"