Days Gone By

The horde closed in on them, gnashing their bloodied jaws at the group. The men glanced around; clutching their weapons as they desperately looked for a way out. “What do we do?” Phil cried his eyes wide with fear as he stared into the sunken eyes of a young, female walker; the flesh ripped clean from her jaw to reveal a row of yellowed teeth that were stained with blood.

Billie said nothing, raising his gun and shot the walkers in the head as the moved. Frank nodded at Gerard, aiming his gun at an oncoming walker and shooting it in the eye as Gerard grabbed the knife from his pocket, stepping forward and stabbing them in the head. Phil stood frozen to the spot, his hands shaking as he held the baseball bat out before him; too afraid to move. Memories of the day he and Dan escaped London flashed before his eyes- the narrow escape he Dan and their friends Chris and PJ had just trying to leave the flat... when PJ was accidently gunned down by a frightened soldier... the moment when Chris tried to save him but was bitten by a walker. He remembered the screams, the blood, the mere seconds it took for him to become one of them.... the look in his friend’s eyes as he attacked a young woman and her child.

“Phil snap out of it!” Billie shouted, quickly turning to shoot a walker that was reaching out for him. Phil shook his head, a loud ringing in his ears as he dazedly attacked the walkers; bludgeoning them with the bat as the rest of the group shot down the walkers. Blood stained the street as, one by one; the group took killed them all; their moans growing quiet as soon the men found themselves to be surrounded by corpses. Gerard covered his face with his arm, the horrific stench made him feel sick.

The group lowered their weapons, Billie stepped away from the corpses; spitting on them as he kept his eyes fixed on them; he wasn’t taking any chances. Frank glanced around the group, the look of dread plastered across each of their faces as they stared silently at the dead. “Everyone alright?” Frank asked, catching Gerard’s eye. Gerard nodded, sniffing as he wiped his blade clean. Billie grunted, slowly wandering around the circle of walkers as he began to nudge them with his foot. Frank’s eyes fell onto Phil who stood quietly behind him. “Phil?” He asked, his eyes narrowing as Phil shifted uncomfortably; edging his body away from them.

Their eyes quickly fell on Phil, staring at him cautiously as he turned away from them. “What are you hiding?” Frank said his voice low and dangerous as he began to raise his gun. Phil sighed, closing his eyes as he slowly turned back to face the group to reveal a large red blood stain filling his yellow hoody. Billie swiftly raised his gun, aiming it straight for Phil’s head. “He’s bit” He murmured, his eyes locked onto to Phil who raised his hands, slowly walking towards him.

“There’s no need Bill, I’ve got this” He replied softly, his pale blue eyes looking back at him with a sweet expression. Billie sighed, letting the gun slip out of his hand as Phil gently took it in his hand. He liked Phil. He always thought he was a really nice guy... shame the good ones go first he thought dully. “You sure you want to do this?” Gerard asked, his voiced filled with hurt as he looked helplessly at Phil. Phil walked back to his spot, laughing softly and smiling at Gerard as he held the gun to his head.

“I’ve been dead for a while now” He said, pulling the trigger.

His body collapsed to the floor, blood gushing from the wound in his head as he laid face down in the dirt. Gerard covered his mouth in shock as a tear trickled down his cheek. The three men stood there for a moment, stunned into silence before Billie slung the gun over his shoulder and began to walk down the path. “Let’s go” He said quietly. Gerard broke from the group, running ahead of the group as tears poured from his eyes. He couldn’t take this anymore. He couldn’t stand there and watch people do this to themselves he just couldn’t.

Frank began to run after him but Billie grabbed his arm, pulling him back. He stared into Frank’s eye, a concerned expression filling his face. “Leave him” He ordered his voice cold and emotionless. Frank glanced back up the road, watching Gerard leave as he quickly pulled away from him. “I can’t do that Billie” he replied reluctantly before running after him.

Gerard raced up the road, struggling to cope with what he just saw. His heart aching in his chest as he began to realise the situation he was in. He was a dead man walking. Sooner or later and the people he loved would die too and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Gee, Gerard wait”

A familiar voice cut through his thoughts, he kept running, not daring to look back before a hand pulled on his arm. Frank forced him to turn around, unable to hide the shock on his face as he looked into Gerard’s tear stained eyes. “Are you crazy? You could have gotten yourself killed” He cried agitatedly. Gerard lip trembled, his arms falling to his sides as a tear trailed down his cheek. He tore his eyes away from him; he couldn’t bear to look at him. What if he lost him too one day? He wouldn’t be able to handle it. We’re all going to die aren’t we? There isn’t going to be some place at the end is there because.... because” He broke down, covering his face with his hands as he sobbed.

Frank placed his hands on his arms, shaking him slightly. “Look at me Gee... just look at me” He said, watching him as he raised his head, looking him straight in the eye. ““I swear I will NEVER let anything happen to you” He soothed, his voice somewhat serious. Gerard collapsed in his arms, crying into his chest as he hugged him tightly. With him, in his arms, he felt safe. His heart fluttered as he looked back up into Frank’s eyes, cupping his face with his hand. He leaned in kissing him tenderly on the lips. Frank’s heart skipped a beat, holding him close, sliding his tongue past Gerard’s lips as he as he passionately kissed him back.

Suddenly he pushed him away, the feeling of guilt washing over him. “Gerard please... I.... I can’t...” He stammered quietly, his words breaking his heart as he watch Gerard’s face crumple.

“Excuse me?” A voice called out, startling the two men. They whipped their head round to find Billie leaning on a car, balancing a cigarette between his lips as a lopsided grin began to form on his face.

“Hope I’m not interrupting”

Notes

Sorry this is a shitty chapter
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