"I miss hearing them cheer us on..." Frank sighed, "I miss running out onto the stage and hearing their screams of excitement." "Well...we still hear their screams, just not the kind you're missing." Gerard muttered before poking at the fire. Frank shook his head, "That's sick. " His green eyes looked over at the fence and a pang of sadness echoed through his body. Everyone they ever loved was dead. But to make things worse, their loved ones rose from the grave. Their eyes were lifeless and they weren't human anymore. They were monsters that took the form of their family and friends. They were zombies.