I gape at the burning city laying in front of me. The heat from the fire warms my skin, ashes are picked up and carried by the wind. The bodies of zombies litter the ground, their flesh charred and burning. I gag, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, drowning out everything else.
"How the fuck did this happen?" Bob mutters.
"I don't know, but let's just get the fuck out of here, we have to go through here to get to the house." I said before taking a few steps into the city. The flames danced in buildings, rubble crumbled to the ground. "We have to run, okay?" I tell Bob.
There is a pause, a moment of doubt, then he nods. "Alright."
"One, two three." I count out loud before taking off with Bob following behind me. As I run I notice the bodies of the gang members are scattered on the ground. I shudder at the sight of the bodies. I keep running though. After a while I can see the exit. I breathe a sigh of relief then I hear a voice call out in a shaky yell.
"Help!" I freeze, my heart stops, I hold my breath, because I know whose voice that is. I can't control my body anymore. I turn around and run without thinking towards the voice. I then become aware of myself shouting someone's name.
"Gerard!"

I keep running towards the voice, smoke chokes me, but I dont care. Bob calls my name, but I don't care. I only care about Gerard.
"Frankie!" Gerard calls out.
"Gee!" I yell. I can hear his voice is near me. I run for only a little bit longer. Then I see him. His leg is caught under a piece of a wall. Mikey is passed out beside him. A black haired guy is holding a gun to Gerard s head. I hide behind a car and wait.
"Oh, calling your boyfriend huh?" The guy with black hair growls.
"Bert, please." Gerard whines.
"Shut up!" Bert kicks Gerard in the head, hard, I gasp a bit and shift my weight, knocking as piece of glass off the car. Damn it.
Bert lifts his head.
"Frankie.... I know you're there...." Bert calls in a mocking voice. I can't hide now, I slowly stand from my hiding place. My gun is out of bullets, and I know that so I can't do anything but wait.
"Oh Frankie, I thought you would never come, I was getting rather bored of waiting, Gerard is really no fun all alone. Once his stupid brother passed out he ghost absolutely boring. Now that you're here though the real fun can begin." Bert said hugging me from behind, lightly trailing the gun across my jaw.
"You really are pretty, maybe I won't kill you, I can just make you my little pet." Bert purred in my ear.
"Dont you fucking touch him!" Gerard growled with such anger, it scared me.
"Oh well why not, he did leave you, didn't he?" Bert asked with a mock sweetness in his voice.
Gerard looked away. "He loves me." he almost whispered.
"Alright, let's test that." Bert said "You have two choices, you can either A be my pet, and I will let Gee here go, or you could B leave right now, and I get Gerard all to myself." He raises an eye brow at me. I hate the fact he called Gerard Gee.
"Let Gerard go, I will be your... your pet." I almost choke on the word pet.
Surprise dances in Berts eyes.
"No!" Gerard yells. "Frankie don't!"
"Its okay Gee I promise, everything's okay!" I yell tears streaming down my face.
Bert leaves my side to lift the piece of wall from Gerards leg.
"No Frankie please!" Gee yells sobbing.
"Gee bear it's okay I love you, just get out of here, take care of Mikey!" I tell him crying.
"Damn it! Shut up!" Bert yells pointing the gun at my stomach. I can't feel anything, but I can hear the gun shot and the scream.

Notes

So here is a long chapter for you guys, and I know I made Bert an ass, well I didn't like Bert, I just didn't, I don't, it may be my frerard feels but I don't care.

Never change.

#WOLFY#