.Blood Infections.

.Hamburger Help Me.

(Frank's Pov)
My hot tears drip to the floor. Why was I so stupid. I didn't know that study would change me into this monster.
The drug i'm addicted to is all that matters to me anymore

The caps of my chromosomes would never shorten, so i'd never die a peaceful death.

The caps of chromosomes determine aging, and because I'm addicted to the chemical that stops the shortening of the telomere caps, I can never easily die of old age.

The addiction along with the genetic modification make the odds close to zero of me dying a natural death.

I've lived 307 years, and all my friends have died. I have no family left and I don't know what to do anymore.

I have to leave everybody I love once I notice them aging, because nobody can know about this curse. everyone i've told thought I was crazy, and I had to go anyways so I just don't tell them anymore.

I shook and a new wave of tears flooded out. Why did i make myself this way. I'm so fucking weak, and so pathetic because of myself.
It's a wish of so many people to live forever, And what they've said about it being horrendous was true.
After a few minutes I had stopped pathetically sobbing, and I decided it was best to go grab some food.

I got off of the floor in my bedroom, grabbed a tissue to blow my nose with, and snatched my car keys up, slipping my jean jacket on whilst doing so.

I walked out the glass paned door and onto the stone pathway, parallel to the pastel yellow house leading to the driveway. The driveway held my car, a crappy old silver Toyota. I got in, started it up, and headed off to the taco place near Walmart.

I had just left San Antonio, Texas. My new fake identity in hand I had gotten A house pretty easily. After all the years I had earned a nice sum of money, But I still needed a Job If I was going to pay for the drug I desperately needed.

(Gerard's Pov)

I walk into the stores isle, scanning the rows upon rows of boxes that seem endless, but they are not.
I know anything human could never be endless, they have their limits.

there it is exactly what I want, Hamburger Helper. Hamburger helper on its own is pretty crappy, but it goes perfectly with blood. 

I text Mikey asking if he wanted the Cheesy Potato Hamburger Helper as always. Even though I have gotten the same one for 17 years, I want to ask just in case.

I'd prefer to keep the anxiety down to a minimum if possible so i'll just make sure. As I wait for a reply from mikey, I decide to look for the box that contains my personal favorite, Beef Pasta.
Mikey finally replied with a simple and classic "yes" just as I hear a loud crack. The sound ends abruptly, so I pass it off as nothing. 

I continue down the aisle browsing the sections of boxes, divided by content and brand as the lights go out. 

The store becomes dramatically more quiet, but still not silent because of those ignorant children crying .I hear the sound of my breath against the humid air growing more erratic by the second. I may be almost completely immortal, but I still experience fear.

 

I wait
My hants start shaking

And wait
I feel like i'm going to throw up

And wait
I need to calm down, what's the worst that can happen it's just a power outage