Ferard One Shots -incomplete

Zombie Boy

A/N: this is inspired by Stephanie Maybe's "Zombie Song". ^

They are in a Zombie apocalypse.

{Gerard's POV}

The group had split up to cover more ground. Mikey volunteered to find more ammo, Pete went to look for some food and water, Ashly decided to run into the nearest hospital and get medical supplies, and Kellen said he would find other survivors. I decided that the shelter wasn't safe anymore so I went to go find a new and better one.

As I was walking I kept a sharp eye out for anything near me. I was on my toes and I was not ready to die today. Then I heard a low deep grumble coming from behind me. I turned around to see a zombie with shoulder length black hair, that looked like it was from a broom, and peeling flaky skin. It smelled rotten and its left arm was missing.

The thing about zombies is that they don't look like cartoon zombies. Oh no, these zombies looked like normal humans, only most of the time they have peeling skin, rotting flesh, and a green tint to their extremely pale skin.

The zombie growled again and lunged at me. I used my shotgun like a base ball bat to hit its head away from me, making it fall to the ground. I heard it grunt and struggle to get up. I look a step back and got ready to swing again. The thing laughed and stood up straight and tall like nothing had happened.

I swung again but this time the zombie caught it, pulling it away from me and breaking it in half. "You didn't need it anyway, bullets cant kill zombies." he said chuckling. I didn't know what to do, I was stuck. I pulled a pocket knife out of my jacket pocket and flipped it open.

The zombie threw its head back and laughed, "You fool, a knife helps you in no way!"

I knew it wasn't bluffing, a small blade would do nothing to a zombie. Just as I lost hope I found a way out. I just needed it to look away. "Mikey, run!" I screamed.

Just as I had hoped the zombie turned to look at my "brother". I pushed it away from me and ran down the ally next to us. "You little shit!" The zombie said sharply, chasing after me.

Now if this was a normal story I would have run into a dead end in the ally, turns out this is a normal story. "Fuck!" I said under my breath. At the end of the ally was a dumpster and a bunch of trach that just so happened to be in front of a brick wall.

I turned around to see the thing standing right in front of me. I would be lying if I told you I wasn't scarred shitless. Behind me I thought I heard a noise coming from the dumpster, but when I looked back nothing was there.

"You know..." It stopped talking and looked at me, I soon realized it wanted my name. "Gerard." The zombie smiled and continued, "Gerard, it's not so bad being a zombie."

While it was talking, we had moved further into the ally and I was almost back to back with the dumpster. On my final step I tripped backwards over a brick and landed on my ass. At that exact moment the zombie lunged at me. I closed my eyes, ready to be eaten, when a loud bang come from behind me.

I squinted my eyes open only to be shocked by the sight of another zombie on the one that had previously been threatening me.

The two struggled for about 30 seconds before the one in the dumpster was on top, and brutally beating the other one. With I final blow the fight was over. At first I was relieved, until I remembered the other zombie.

It stood up and turned to me. The zombie walked up to me and I remembered my knife. It reached out for me and I stabbed it in the arm.

I expected it to yell out in pain, but it just threw its head back at made a gurgle sound. I let go of the knife and pushed myself up against the dumpster. When the zombie stopped its gurgle thing it looked down and saw the knife. It pulled the blade out of its arm and looked at me.

Well, I thought. I'm going to die.

But instead of stabbing me, I the zombie put the blade into one corner of its mouth and dragged it to the other. I hadn't noticed before but its mouth had been sown shut. Then I realized that the gurgle it had made earlier was probably it trying to scream. Oops.. "Woow!" it said. "Ah, it feels so good to open my mouth again." I looked at the zombie not knowing what to do.

The thing in front of me had a fauxhawk, one hazel eye, and an adorable button nose. Around its eye sockets was black and melted into a purple, the same was done to the other eye socket only there was no eye to be seen their, it was just a dark hole. It had a lip and nose ring, and I had to admit, this zombie had a firm build. It was also extremely handsome.

Wait what?! No. Pull it together Gerard, its a zombie. All it wants to do is eat you.

"You okay?" It asked me. "Y-yeah." I replied. The thing scoffed, "You aren't afraid of me," It leaned in whispering into my ear, "are you?"

I swallowed hard, "N-no." I cursed myself for stuttering. The zombie scoffed, "Good. I wont hurt you." I looked at it suspiciously. "I promise." it said raising its arms in defense.

"Whats your name?" I asked.

It smiled, "Frank."

I nodded, "Who tried to attack me?"

Frank scoffed once more, "That was Bert."

"One last question: Why did you save me?" Frank seemed to blush. "I'm gonna be honest, I only saved you because I knew it was Bert, then I planed to make you my next meal," it chuckled and rubbed the back of its neck, and met my eyes, "but I saw how cute you where and I decided against it." he said smiling.

I blushed. Why was this zombie so cute?! I knew I should kill it, but I just seemed to trust this thing.

Frank leaned back from my ear and smiled at me, then suddenly his eyes fell on my ankle. He grabbed it gently, but I still winced. "S-sorry." I grimaced as he turned my ankle a little to the left, "Ahg! Its- its fine." Frank gave me an apologetic look. "I think you rolled it." I frowned. "Yeah?" "Yeah, you might want to-"

"Gerard!" I heard a distant voice yell my name. Both me and Frank looked back to see my brother running towards us. "Get away from my brother you rat!" Mikey screamed swinging and ax at Frank, missing him by a hair.

"Ahg!" Frank screamed. Frank dropped my ankle (at which I gasped at), ducking and rolling away from my rabid brother. "Mikey wait!" I screamed at him jumping to my feet and grabbing his arms. "Franks good." I told him. Mikey looked stunned. his eyes darted from me to frank to me again. "You named it!?" "Hey!" Frank got up and looked at Mikey. "I am not an it! I use He/Him pronouns thank you very much!" Frank now stood with his arms crossed. "No Mikey, I did not name him." "Besides," I said letting go of Mikey, and walking over to Frank, "He saved me."

Mikey squinted his eye at us, "Why?" Frank cleared his throat, "An old 'friend' of mine happened to fancy your brother."

Mikey didn't looked convinced, "What does that have to do with it," he spat the word like it was poison, "being a zombie?" Frank looked like he was going to pop, "Look asswipe, if I had wanted your friend-" "Brother" mikey corrected him. "Your brother dead would, I have stopped Bert from attacking him? I would have killed him after he killed Gerard! If I wanted him dead I would have taken that knife," he pointed to the blade lying on the ground next to me, "And stabbed him, after he rudely stabbed me! If I wanted him dead, I wouldn't have checked over his ankle! If I wanted your brother dead, he'd be dead!"

Mikey sighed, "Fine, I wont kill the Frank thing, but don't get attached to it. "I'm not an it!" Frank growled.

Mikey just rolled his eyes. "Look we don't have time for this, Pete made a whole mob of them mad, and now they're chasing us."

I looked over at frank, "Wanna tag along?"

He shrugged, "I aint got anything better to do."

I smiled. Maybe Frank wouldn't be so bad.

I might do a pt 2 to this. idk when it will be up tho. I hope you liked this, I tried to make It good, pretty sure its shit tho :'))

-Stin