Frank can't remember the last time he spoke to anyone but himself. He's been holed up in this shitty boarding school since the first signs of the zombie outbreak and he's done well for a short, scared 19 year old. But Frank doesn't know how long he'll last like this on his own. And then a mysterious man dressed all in black turns up one night. His clothes are ripped and he's begun to lose hope in ever finding happiness again. Until he meets Frank. Suddenly, they both have something to fight for. But how long can it last? I DONUT OWN ANY OF THE PEOPLE IN THIS I ONLY OWN THE STORY LINE AND STUFF!! Possible trigger warning or mature content

Frank is just an ordinary person, with an ordinary job, when one day everything changes. A flaming metal object falls from the sky, crashes right in his backyard, and what was inside it would change his life forever. Chapters: 33/33. Complete. FAQ at the end covers all 3 installations of the fic. Prologue and Epilogue can be found on my page.

"Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside." "If I knew what one looked like, I might agree."

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

Frank Iero and Gerard Way have been in My Chemical Romance for twelve years, but when they break up, everything falls apart in front of them. Gerard's depression comes back and no one knows how to handle it. But when the two are united after the six months they haven't seen each other something happens... Something they though was in the past... But what happens When Bandit is stolen from him? What with they do to get her back? How far will Gerard go to be happy again?

It's 2018 and people think that the apocalypse has ended. Where cities, homes, businesses and humble towns once stood, now there lies only death, only destruction, only emptiness. Only the moans and the shuffles of the living dead. But in reality, it's only just begun. And for two lonely boys, once separated from each other by dead-town states and not even aware of each other's existence, it's far from being over. It's not about saving the world. It's about saving themselves. ----------------------------------

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)