Would You Carry Me To The End?

Max's POV

His mouth drops open a little bit. "What?" he says.
"I said, I might-"
"No, I heard you, I'm just shocked..."
Shocked? I'm pretty sure people have been looking into it for years...
"Oh." I say, rolling the syringes back into the alcohol soaked cloth
"So...what is it?"
"...You wanna know what it is?" Wow. No one's ever asked me about my theories. They think it's 'boring' or 'irrelevant'. Joke's on them. They ended up being taken over.
"Why wouldn't I?" he looks confused, like I should have realized he was gonna ask before I even told him.
"It's just...most people never listen."
"Where did they end up?" he counters, raising an eyebrow. I cross my arms and chuckle at his questioning. "You wanna know how I think it works?"
"Yes."
"Well, you know how the zombies could infect us with their 'venom'?"
He nods, "Yeah, of course."
"Well, with a bit of research and a few samples, I found out that all this 'venom' is just the decomposing blood samples traced into a thinner liquid."
"What does that have to do with an antidote?"
Personally, I think it's a little straight forward. "If that's the case, than as humans we have our own venom. Blood. And if we work on it by putting it into a mixture of some other living cells, we may just be able to bring back the humans..."
For a second I think he's bored, but then he jumps right back into the dialogue.
"How are you planning to test it out?"
I smile. Finally someone has interest in something that could save the world. Our own personal superhero in a beaker. "I'm gonna find a zombie and inject them with the substance. If it works, it works. If it doesn't, than back to the drawing board."
He just looks at me in shock. "How old are you, again?"
"22. Why?"
"Same. I was just curious...so...where do you get the blood?"
"It's my own. Although I wish I had enough."
"You don't have enough?"
"Nah. But I'm just waiting. Once I have enough I can test it out."
Frank slumps his shoulders in. Why?
"...I could let you take some from me."
I raise an eyebrow at him. Who would just offer up their blood like that? "You don't have to, dude."
"No, I want to."
"You don't have a needle phobia?"
"...no." he hesitates. Of course he does. He's practically shaking at the thought of it.
"You really don't have to."
"I want to."
I guess he really wants to help out. He looks up at me with big hazel eyes. I can't say no to him. I don't know what it is.
"...Alright."
I dig into my experimental kit and pull out a syringe, some rubbing alcohol and a cotton pad.
"Now?" he says, nervously.
"When else?"
"I guess you're right." And with that, I soak the cotton pad in rubbing alcohol, and wait for him to roll up his sleeve, before cleaning off his arm. And I can feel his biceps tense up with the anxiety.
"It's alright, Frank." I say, chuckling and cleaning off the needle on the end of the syringe. He lightens up slightly when I laugh, and I hold the needle close to the skin. "You ready?"
He nods, and I push the needle in, pulling up the syringe, before it's fully filled with the crimson liquid. Then I pull it out, putting a cotton ball on the small prick it made.
"All done." I say, emptying the blood into a blood bag, and sealing it off.
"You just have empty blood bags lying around?" he says, laughing.
I smile slightly. "Hey, in my defence....I dunno."

Frank's POV

She's so adorable. "Thanks, Max." Godammit, did I really just call her Max? She seems to like it, so I mentally sigh in relief. But then I see Mikey burst out the door. "I knew it! I knew she was trying to poison us!" he shouts.
"What are you talking about?!" says Max, looking offended. "I was just experimenting!"
"On what? Putting your infections into everyone else?!"
"You-you think I'm working with them?"
"Of course you are!"
Her eyebrows furrow. "Why would I? That would be the most idiotic thin a human left could do!"
Gerard walks through the open doorway, hearing the noise. "Mikey, what are you yelling about out here?" he says, looking tired.
"I'm trying to get rid of this trap!"
"I'm NOT a trap!" she shouts.
"Bite me."
"That can be arranged."
"I'd like to see you try."
No no no no no. But then, Mikey throws the first punch.

Notes

Sloppy, I know. Sorry it wasn't very interesting. But I hope the next chapter will be a little bit better.
I can honestly say that there is going to be a LOT of conflict between Mikey and Max. Maybe some romance between Max and Frank, and some other stuff too...
Anyway, thanks for clicking on this fanfic. Happy reading ^_^