Would You Carry Me To The End?

Frank's POV

"DONE!" sighs Max, dropping the last piece of broken glass into the garbage. We've been cleaning for the last hour. That human really did a lot of damage. But nothing permanent.
"Sorry she made such a mess." she gives me a sympathetic look as she says it.
"Why are you apologizing?" I ask, confused.
She looks at me with an odd expression. "...You're not mad?" she asks.
"Why would I be?"
"Because some human just trashed one of your rooms."
"That doesn't matter. Don't you see the point?"
She shakes her head, completely lost.
"It worked!" for a second, she lightens up, but as quickly as it came, she looks back down.
"Why aren't you happy?" I drop my eyebrows. Isn't this exactly what she was hoping for?
"I am." her tone is blunt and even, slightly monotone. What's wrong?
"You don't sound it."
"Well I am." she cracks a smile, reluctantly.
I can't find myself understanding what's wrong, so I walk over to her and place my hands on her shoulders.
"How about this? How about You, me, Mikey and Gerard can go and find some more Jack Daniels from the supermarket?"
Se smiles and tilts her head in the way she always does. "Sure."
"Come on." I take her by the hand and drag her downstairs. Hopefully this'll cheer her up from whatever's going on with her.

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The four of us are here, but it doesn't look like we'll be getting that much of the Jack Daniels we were hoping for...
They're back. The fxcking zombies are back. Great.
"What should we do now?" asks Gee.
"Let's sneak in." Max suggests. "There aren't that many." she pulls out her revolver and involuntarily begins walking towards the apocalyptic mess.
Mikey grabs her wrist and pulls her back, hastily. "That doesn't look like much of an option, Max..."
Several more of them twist around the corners. Hundreds. What's keeping them here?
She sighs. "I guess you're right..."
"Come on, let's go." he says. We turn away and begin heading back home without a second thought. But we're suddenly stopped when we hear an ear splitting scream coming from inside. Followed by a loud:
"SOMEONE FXCKING HELP!"
Max instantly turns around at this point, her eyes in a panic. "Shxt!"
This wasn't a tone of worry, this was pure fear. Pure anxiety.
"We have to go back in there." she says, practically hyperventilating.
"Why, who is it?" Gerard says.
"That's my sister, for fxcks sake!" she points into the gory, corpse ridden sight. I can't help but shiver at the thought.
"I thought you hated her for what she did?"
She seems to completely shove away any thoughts in a rush. "That's. My. Sister. My flesh and blood in that building. Even after what she did, I'm not gonna let her die."
"No, Max, we have to go back. Those things will murder us!"
"Go back, then. I'm going in. With or without you."
I hesitate.
"Are you seriously considering it?" Mikey whispers to me, harshly.
"You guys can leave, really. I'm staying."
I hope for christs sake she's not being sarcastic, but she gestures for us to leave. I guess it can't hurt-oh fxck it. The three of us follow her ahead. Before we know it, we're past the doors, ahead. The zombies don't seem to notice us. I wonder why...
"They're planning something." she says, not even glancing back at them.
I would ask, but I've known her long enough to not have to question her logic anymore.
"Shoe tracks." she says.
"What?" I ask, completely confused.
"There are tracks of mud in e shape of a shoe print, trailing forward. Several."
"What does that mean?"
She begins following them up a flight of stairs hidden behind a cracked open door, and so do we.
"There are more than one types of imprint, which means several of them were up here for some reason. There has to be something up here that they keep coming up here for some reason of what's the point? Zombies are practical, they wouldn't waste time walking up flights of stairs if there wasn't anything they're sourcing for."
If I knew what that meant, my eyes probably would've gotten wider. But I'm finding it hard to keep up with such complicated details to this point. But Gerard seems to understand perfectly.
"So you're saying they're keeping something up here?" he walks up next to her, examining the same details.
"Exactly."
By the time the two stop ahead, they're both standing straight in front of a steel door. Gerard jiggles the handle.
"Locked."
"Hold on." she says, taking out a paper clip from her pocket and unraveling it, picking the lock within a few seconds.
"Why do you have a paper clip in your pocket?" asks Mikey.
"There's always gonna be a locked door. Best to be prepared."
Gerard opens the now unlocked door, and we walk in. But the sight in front of me instantly knocks all the air our of my lungs without even having to touch me.
I see it, counting down to our demise.
4:58
4:57
4:56

It's.

A.

Bomb.

Notes

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!! Sorry it took so long to update. There were a few computer problems, and I've had a lot more going on with my life, so I haven't really found enough time to write. Anyways, I hope you enjoy what I have for you. :)
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Until we next time, my killjoys. And as always, Happy Reading ^_^