I am off sprinting towards the woods that lay outside of the town. The zombies all follow in a close pursuit. As I run branches scrape my face. My backpack keeps getting caught on tree branches slowing me down. The zombies are getting closer. I can feel their decayed hands swiping at my back, their fingers grazing my back. I pump my legs faster not dareing to turn around. I put about 5 feet of distance between me and the monsters and think to myself 'Maybe I have a chance.' But as soon as that small sense of hope comes through me I trip over a tree root. I feel the Collison of my face in the dirt, my ankle twists awkwardly. I roll over on to my back and I see them, glazed over emotionless eyes, skin a sickly grey color, flesh dirty and rotting. I close my eyes ready to accept the fact that I had lost. I gemstone grab my arm and drag me away. The. I realise that the hand feels warm and human. I open my hazel eyes and see a guy about my age carrying me quickly to a cellar beside a ranger station. The mystery guy throws me in before jumping in himself and latching the door shut. I lean back against the wall panting. I look around the small cellar taking in my surroundings. There are two cots against the far wall of the room, I notice the lights are on so must have a generator, a small table against the wall holds two baseball bats, a gun and food, a back pack sits on the chair beside me.
"Are you ok?" A choice interrupts my thoughts.
"Oh um yea, my ankles twisted but I'm fine." I say as I turn my attention towards him. He is hair is dyed a bright cherry red, his eyes are a pretty hazel, his pale skin seems to glow. He's wearing black skinny jeans and a red jacket. 'Hes really beautiful' I think to myself. I quickly dismiss the thought though, I mean I know I'm bi and all but I'm pretty sure this guy is straight, and besides I just met him.
"Im Gerard Way." He says.
"Frank Iero." I reply.
"So Frank, you didn't get bit did you?" Gerard asks.
"No!" I say shaking my head. Gerard just nods. After an awkward silence I nod towards the two cots."Whoelse lives here?" I ask.
"My brother Mikey used to, we got separated three days ago, now I'm on my way to the old house we used to live in in Jersey, we agreed to meet there if we ever got separated." A wave of sadness crashes over his eyes.
"Shit man, I'm sorry, I'll go now so you can find your little brother." I say standing up and walking to the door. I really want to stay, but I don't want to interfere his search for his brother.
"Wait!" Gerard says " You can stay here with me if you want, we can find Mikey together and..." he trails off.
I turns to face him, he looks so scared and alone that I can't leave him. "Ok I'll stay for a little while."

Notes

I know it's still short but I'm trying! I really hope you liked it!

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