Would You Carry Me To The End?

Frank's POV

Human? HUMAN! "Shxt!" I run over to her and grab her hands from the edge of the cliff as a little bit of rock crumbles. She lets out a small yelp of pain and at first, I wonder what hurts, but then I feel the deep gashes in her hands from the rocks, and the blood from the other hand dripping out onto the stone.
But she ignores it, and takes my hands in hers, climbing desperately on to the ground. She backs away slowly, holding a metallic blue revolver towards me. "Don't. Move."
"Look, calm down." I say, holding my hands up in surrender. "It's just adrenaline. I thought you were one of them."
She raises an eyebrow. "A zombie?"
"Yeah. I mean, you can't blame me."
"Why not?"
The blood on her hands already added a red tinge to the end of the gun. "Because, well, you're the first human I've seen in over a year."
She looks down, dropping the gun to her side, but still keeping her hand on the trigger, ready to bring it forward and shoot if she needs to.
"Hold on." I say, knowing she doesn't trust me, still. I pull out my gun and open up the chamber, dropping out the bullets in to my hand and putting them in my pocket.
She relaxes at this. "Ok, fine. Maybe you're not such a douchebag." she looks at me, her glare softens under her fringe. "But, if you don't mind, I'm gonna be on my way." her voice is quieter. Common symptom of blood loss.
"Wait." I say.
"Yes?"
"You can't just leave."
She sighs, waiting for me to continue.
"Not with cuts like that." This seems to remind her about the pain, because her hands tense a bit. "Just come back to my house for a while. I'll clean those up. Besides, zombies will find you quicker if you're dripping blood. They can smell it. Plus I have tea."
"Well, if you have tea..."
I chuckle, and walk over to her, holding out a hand for her to take.
"Dude?" she says, but then I realize what I did and pull my hand back, not wanting to hurt her. And with that, we begin walking.

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Once we reach the house, I open the door and we walk in, she takes in the environment, observing everything surrounding her.
"So you found this place while it was abandoned? You're living with two other people. Used to be occupied by four, but one left. Taken by the zombies, unfortunately. You're not physically related to the two other residents, but the two who do live here are brothers, correct?"
What.
"How did you-"
"Know? Well because of the state of the house. Slightly cracked walls, the roof was beginning to crumble from the outside, showed it was abandoned. Two other people are here because if it was only one you wouldn't have this much furniture for one person. The furniture wasn't from the house because it's newer, easy to tell by the fact of how it looks. Fresh, but slightly dusty.
One pair of shoes near the door that's again, covered in dust, but not the same size as the others that are next to it. And as for how he was taken, how else does someone get taken in times like this?
On the mantle, there are several pictures of two people with a family. I'm guessing the younger ones are your friends, but there are also several pictures of you with your family, completely different from the other family next to it. Proving that you're not related to them."
My expression stays shocked. "What?" she says, noticing my facial expression.
"Incredible."
"Please, it's just a little bit of deductive reasoning."
"Is that something you're interested in?"
"Well considering the only thing I ever read in the last few years was Sherlock Holmes, yeah."
"Aha." I say. I should probably go get the first aid kit. "Come on." I say, gesturing for her to come over to the sink. She follows and I turn on the tap, washing away the blood that covers the cuts beneath it.
Then I pull out the first aid basket and take out an antiseptic, spraying it all over the wounds. She looks up, and I feel bad. I know how much that shxt stings. I then pull out a bandage roll and cover the cuts with it.
"Thanks." she says.
"No problem. Tea?" I say, walking over to the cabinets.
"You actually have tea?"
"We have..." I open the cupboard to see what we have. "blueberry, raspberry, sleepy time, ginseng, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, liver disaster, ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffle, blueberry chamomile, vanilla walnut, constant comment and...earl grey."
She has her eyes widened at me. Maybe I spoke too fast. Gee tells me I speak to fast all the time.
"Did you make some of those up?" she says. I chuckle.
"I think I'll have white truffle." I say, pulling out two mugs.
"Sounds good to me."
I smile and turn on the kettle. "So what's your name?" I ask.
"Maxine." she says simply.
"Frank." I say, picking out the two teabags. But then I hear it. A low growl coming from behind me.
"Shxt." she says. I turn around and see her looking outside the window, peeking her head out at the sight. I walk over to her and look outside the other window. Fxck.
"Zombies." she says, taking in the picture. "A pack. About 50-60."
How can there be so many? "Get in here!" I say, pulling her back and shutting the window.
"Fantastic!" she says, a wild grin on her face as she pulls out her revolver, opening the door and stepping out into the open.
"Wait!" I say, grabbing her wrist before she can go. "Are you crazy?!"
"Maybe." she says, loosely pulling free and continuing to walk over to them. What is she thinking? She must have a death wish...
But she starts shooting all the bodies with perfect aim, watching them fall to the ground. And with that she runs over to some, breaking necks when she runs out of amo, until all of them are lying on the ground, dead.
She spins her revolver around by the trigger and blows the end for effect.
"Boring." she says. "Usually there are at least 100."
I walk outside slowly, looking down at all the bodies surrounding us on the ground. "You must be used to it."
"Course. I live out in the open. Have to keep my guard up." I smile slightly and look up at her. She's taller than me by an inch or two. Pretty embarrassing for me. Shorter than a girl, but that's ok. I can like with it.
But then I hear a voice shout out from the trees surrounding us.
"Frank!" it shouts. It's Gerard. He walks out of the woods with Mikey beside him. "You said you'd be back in ten minutes! We've been looking everywhere for you!"

Notes

Sorry for the lack of cliff hangerness...
Did you guys like the Scott Pilgrim reference? I thought it was kind of ironic how that reference worked there when Max's AVI is of Ramona Flowers, the character from the movie. I'll probably use that character's picture for other fanfics to come, but I'll try to focus on this one for now.
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