Would You Carry Me To The End?

Franks POV

I'm pacing quickly across the room. Mikey and Gee have been gone for too long, way too long.
"They could've gotten taken. THEY COULD'VE GOTTEN KILLED, or worse...infected." I'm talking to myself, that's just how psycho I've been going in the last hour.
Pretty soon I'll be full on Norman Bates, talking as them and thinking that they're still here.
"MAX!" I shout, the suspense practically killing me.
She rushes downstairs at the panic in my voice, pulling off her brass goggles. "What? What is it?"
"Get your revolver and as many bullets as you can carry."

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Gerard's POV

I'm running. Running everywhere, everywhere I can, at least. Away from these monsters. My breathing is fast, and I'm practically ready to pass out.
But all this time, I've forgotten something, no, someone.
"MIKEY!" I screech out at the top of my lungs.
"GERARD!"
Oh thank, Christ. I take my last surge of energy and run towards the echo of his screams. All I see is zombies.
"GERARD!!!" he shouts even louder. Fxck. He's in the mix. I can hear the extreme panic spilling through his voice. I can't do it. No. I can. I have to. For my brother.
I summon up all of my courage and brace myself, before running through the crowd of the bodies. They roar lowly at the sudden disturbance and I ignore it. There he is, hyperventilating covering his face in the corner.
As I look ahead, I notice there's only a few feet separating us with...them. The living dead. As my heart rate quickens with fear, I shut my eyes, before feels the hands eventually clasp on our necks. I can't stop myself from the screams that I let out. They make my own eardrums practically shake.
But that's when it happens.
A loud BANG comes from outside the gruesome crowd, and my eyes shoot open. The hundreds of heads turn at once to look at the noise. And then more gunshots and more. Until there's a clear path split between the crowd.
It's Max and Frank, both holding smoking guns. They continue to shoot at random zombies until they're halfway down the path they made.
Max pulls a two full syringes from her bag. "Give them this." she says.
"What is it?" he asks.
"A simple antibiotic against infection."
"Infection? They didn't get bitten."
"You're right, but they have gashes. It doesn't matter if they weren't bitten, they're vulnerable. If those get infected, the bacteria will reach their nervous system in 2 minutes and they'll be goners. No zombies, just dead."
"But-"
She places a gloved hand on his shoulder. "Trust me."
He hesitates. But eventually runs over to us with the syringes.
"Frank, I don't feel good." says Mikey quietly, shoving his head into his hands. I don't, either. My head is pounding, and I'm completely light headed.
"Don't worry." he says, about to shove the syringe into his arm. Mikey weakly attempts to
push it away, but his efforts are futile, and the needle plunges into his arm.
I openly let him give me the injection. My chest is on fire and I shut my eyes in pain.
He drops the empty syringes and drags us back by our arms, before turning back to face Max.

Frank's POV

"Wait, I can't leave you here, there are too many for one person to handle, Max!" I shout back at her.
I doubt if she heard me over the several gunshots, but she does. "Don't worry, I can do this!" we have to shout at this point to be heard over all of the bullets racing and the loud, low growls.
"No you can't!"
"Yes I can!" she turns to face me. Her green eyes stare over at me, as the dangerous scene quickly intensifies. I make the rash decision and turn back to the two men lying at my feet.
They seem to be improving, as Mikey and Gerard are practically standing up.
"Some trap." I say sarcastically, looking at Mikey.
And there she goes, shooting and reloading and snapping as many necks as she can.
Even when a zombie manages to get a hand around her waist, she kicks it hard and snaps its neck in the blink of an eye, shooting it a few more times for effect.
But eventually the rest of the zombies seem to get the upper hand, and I can tell she's struggling to go against them.
"Stay here." I say to the two, turning back to face the horror in front of me.
Pulling out my gun, I load it, and storm back to the small crowd.
"Frank?" she asks, not even glancing my direction, too distracted.
"Don't ask, just trust me." I say, and begin to get as many bullets racing though hearts as I can...literally.
She hesitates to say something, but stops herself, and we continue shooting until all of them are lying in a bloody, gut covered heap.
But that's not the end of it. Gerard and Mikey have finally shot up, and are now rushing towards us.
"What is it?" I ask at the hurry they seem to be in.
"There are more of them...behind us and down the aisles." They seem out of breath, like they've been running again. Did they manage to notice them before we did? Wow, we were more caught up than I thought...
"Come on, Max." I say. It's time for me to lead. I smirk and she follows me down the aisles of the supermarket.
By the time we have half of the rest of them shot down on the ground, they begin to run away from us. Finally, they're scared of us.
And before we knew it, we're done. Practically everything in front of us is dead. The only problem is...what now?
"Max...what's gonna happen with all of these bodies? Do you know?"
She whirls her revolver around for a second before sliding it back into her belt holder, nodding. "Yeah, of course." and she begins explaining as we make our way back down the aisles. "The zombies will catch the scent and come back to bring the bodies away. They bury them, it's just like what ants do."
"...ants?"
"Well, they're not very complicated creatures, Frank."
"I know."
"Come on...Shxt, wait."
"What?"
"I managed to salvage these." she reaches halfway in between one of the shelves and pulls out two plastic bags, stocked full. "I think this is what they got before they were attacked."
"Thanks, I'll give it to Gerard and Mikey."
She nods and we head back to them.
"Are they all dead?" Gerard asks, taking the bags as we exit.
"Yeah, we can probably still come back here later." I reply. "Although it might've been useful for one of you to bring a GUN."
"Well I'm sorry, I didn't think that zombies would have a thing for canned chicken broth." says Mikey.
I roll my eyes jokingly as we continue back home. Half passed out and he still manages to keep his sarcasm to its usual standard.
But then we hear a voice come from behind us. "Maxine?" it says, sounding shocked.
We all turn around in unison. It's a girl, she looks like she's in her late 20s, with dark black hair and bright green eyes.
"Shxt...Renee?" says Max, looking equally shocked. I put a hand on her shoulder.
"Do you know her?" I ask.
"I'd recognize this person anywhere." she briskly walks up to her. "I thought I told you never to talk to me again, you motherfxcker."
"Look, I don't want any trouble..."
"I left you for a reason all those years ago. I would've stayed and rode this out with you, but I can't even stand you anymore. I can't even stand to look at your face without cringing anymore!"
I walk up to her, about to take her arm and lead her back, but she harshly shoves me away. I can practically feel the heat coming from her...
"Maxine, that...that was so long ago! I didn't think he would try to do that to you!"
What the Fxck are they talking about?
"Yeah, well he did. He's a creep, you're a bxtch, and you both deserve each other."
She turns back to face me, and begins to walk home. Without any words I follow behind her, slightly shocked.
"MAXINE!" the girl yells. She turns around to face her one last time, continuing to walk alongside us. "It's Max."
"Who was that?" I ask, as softly am I can, because, personally, I don't want an angry elbow to the ribs.
Her voice is low. Not scary, but dangerous. "That was my sister..."

Notes

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