Would You Carry Me To The End?

Franks POV

The hysteria kicks in instantly.
Our breathing pace quickens, as it seems there's no more air we're using it so quickly.
"What now?!" Mikey shouts in a panic. "It's a fxcking bomb! How the fxck did fxcking zombies make a FXCKING BOMB?!"
"Umm...." Max seems stumped herself. But Gerard decides to take charge.
"Mikey and Frank, you two go and look for Renee. Set your watches on an alarm so that it matches the exact time of detonation. Max and I will stay here and try to stop it from detonating." We nod. "Max, give us your gun. We're gonna need it."
Without hesitation she tosses us the revolver and we head off. Lock. And. Load...

Gerard's POV

"Which wire do you cut? The red wire or the blue wire or the yellow wire?"
"Are you crazy?! Never cut the red wire! In the movies they always cut the red wire and the whole building goes KA-FXCKING-BOOM."
"Ha, yes! Because movie logic is the best way to go in a LIFE THREATENING SITUATION!"
"I'm sorry I don't have your Fresh Prince of Bel Air Street smarts, okay?!"
"THIS. IS. A. BOMB."
"I KNOW!!"
"THEN ACT LIKE IT!!"
The conversation goes back and forth and back and forth. We're so confused. I don't think either of us have ever had to disarm a bomb before.
"So what's our best bet?" I ask.
She shuts her eyes, placing her head in her hands."I have no idea..."
"That's not good enough here, Max!"
"I know!" Her hands are shaking, as are mine, completely stressed out of line. But suddenly, Mikey and Frank burst through the door, heaving.
"We couldn't find her. We...we think she escaped."
"But-"
"Max, there's no time. We gotta go." I check the timer

0:59
Less than a fxcking minute... We don't even have to think. The four of us run out and down the stairs as fast as our legs can move. And luckily enough, we manage to make it out the door and far from it.
"MAX!" but the scream comes again. "HELP, ANYBODY!"
Max runs back towards the doors. "Shxt!" I quickly run forward and drag her back by her waist. She can't go back, or within ten seconds she's gonna be nothing but flame.
"Let GO!" She pulls and shoves and struggles, but nothing gets her free, even as she lashes her nails behind her, trying to scratch away or something...
I hear Frank counting down "5
4
3
2
1-" And just as predicted, we're completely blown back, deafened by the bang.
Ka-
Fxcking-
Boom...

Notes

So I hope you guys like it :) Sprry, I didn't update for a while. Busy busy busy....
anyways comment down below what you think'll happen next, I'm curious to see what you think.
Happy Reading ^_^