MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE ONESHOTS

radioactive

(trigger warning for violence/gore, death/mentions of death, zombies, chemicals, and implied suicide)

(usually i write these notes at the top before i write the actual oneshot but i'm almost through with writing this and i just realized how much the song "astro zombies" by the misfits fits this oneshot)

(also as a side note i feel like i've improved as an author since my first couple of oneshots. let me know if you have any constructive criticism for these newer ones)

(as a side side note, this oneshot is kind of like a string of events and everything happens really quickly. lots of skips through time so you can understand the basic concept of this story. i don't know if i like it or not but oh well)

(requested by I_is_madness)

Gerard has three really good friends: Matt, Ray, and Mikey, his brother. They all stick together, because they only have each other in this world of apocalypse and radioactive waste.

During a failed space mission almost a century ago, the crew left the radioactive weapons they were cultivating for the war on Mars. Scientists had recently found that Mars had an unknown-to-man substance on it that could be used to fuel incredibly powerful bombs. But the astronauts didn't have the correct equipment to harvest this substance, so about half of their crew died there.

Fifteen years ago, the weapons infused with some passing meteoroids, and when they came hurtling towards the earth, they nearly exploded all of Australia.

The meteorites cracked open like alien eggs, and green light glowed from the inside of the rocks. A hissing sound, like something burning, or melting, rose from the bubbles of the boiling radioactive material. Everyone even barely in close proximity to it was exposed to its lethal toxins, and they all collapsed.

The meteorites had landed further into the country, away from most people and big cities, but when the bodies had at last been discovered, they began to rise once more. The poor police thought it was a miracle, since they'd been without a pulse for a month, pronounced dead, but then the bodies began to stumble towards them, and they feasted upon the cops' flesh.

The officers, now infected with the plague of the undead, joined their army and paraded with them to the cities, spreading the disease further.

Their flesh looked to be melting off their bones, and was torn apart from their predecessors eating parts of them. Eventually, the plague spread all over the world, and the apocalypse began.

Gerard and his friends were only fourteen years old.

They had lost a dear friend to the plague, too. His name was Frank, and it had been a perfectly normal day — well, as normal as a day could be in the middle of an apocalypse. Gerard asked him to come over after school, and Frank said yes. And so Gerard waited. And waited. And waited. And he got worried, as any good friend should get. He said he'd come over, but it had been hours.

A week later, Frank was pronounced undead by the news, just another name in the list of the infected. It shattered Gerard's heart into a quintillion pieces, and he sobbed and wretched and screamed that he knew that it wasn't true. That he wasn't gone, that it was a mistake. That he had only passed out. That he was okay.

But no. He wasn't only just dead, but now he was taken away from Gerard by the flesh eating demons, just like his mother and father had been just a few weeks prior. He couldn't stand grieving like this.

Gerard had been hardened by this experience, just like Mikey and Ray and Matt. He was cold and emoted like a rock. He couldn't let grieving break him, even though under all of the tough layers he was just a soft, emotional kid who had grown up way too fast.