One-Shot-Ish-Thing-Involving-Zombies. Huzzah.
And Frerard. Just- more Frerard.
Close your eyes and imagine this;
Frank jumped in front of Gerard, grabbing a pocket knife from his back pocket and slashed at the zombie trying to nibble his arm.
It had been Ray and Mikey's fault that they chose to split up- now there was a horde of zombies heading after them.
Gerard took his pistol, which usually was only for emergencies, and took every bullet for granted. Frank, who was now digging through Gerard's backpack for more ammo, swung the pocket knife around, getting zombie blood all over their clothes.
"Frank, we're gonna have to run and hide! There's too many of them, I don't think we'll be able to kill all of them!" Gerard yelled over gunshots and groans of zombies.
Frank hesitated and looked over the hill, finally seeing a house's chimney just where it ended. "This way, run, run, run!"
Gerard and Frank locked hands, running through the horde of zombies as they killed them off.
Before Frank knew it, Gerard was ripped away from his grasp. A zombie had tackled them both, but Gerard ran out of bullets and Frank was the only one able to get free.
"GERARD!" Frank screamed, stabbing heads and gutting throats from zombies, finally reaching Gerard's squirming body.
A bite mark was quite noticeable on his left shoulder blade, blood gushing from the wound like there was no tomorrow.
Gerard's eyelids were half-closed as he was getting a bit tired from the blood loss. "They're gonna get you.. Don't die. Leave me here."
"Fuck no, I'm not gonna do that shit." He picked up Gerard, bridal style, and ran for the house that wasn't even a mile away.
He ran inside the house, closing the door behind them and saw a bloodstained couch to put Gerard down on.
Frank scrambled through their backpack, looking for gauzes or anything to stop the bleeding. "Hold on, Gerard, don't go yet, please. Wait, come on, just wait, I know where the band aids are just hold up.."
When Frank found the gauzes and finally applied them to Gerard's bite wound, he was already pale and his eyes were beginning to darken; a sign of the change.
Frank had held Gerard's hand for as long as he knew, up until he stopped breathing and the front door to the house banged open, Mikey standing at the doorway. His glasses, partially cracked, sat at the edge of his nose.
Mikey started to make his way towards Frank, a body attached to his wrist, dragging behind him. Ray.
He didn't really care being mutilated down to the point where you could see his intestines from his stomach, but rather embraced the feeling of pain up until he died.
Frank didn't make a noise, but stay silent throughout the entire time.
A few hours later, a hazel-eyed zombie was seen dragging two bodies of dead survivors along the plains.
