Days Gone By

“Hit him Phil!”

Gerard slowly turned his head towards the direction of the voice but was quickly met with the blunt end of a shovel; smacking him straight in the face and sending him to the ground. The two men stood over him, one fearfully clutching a shovel as they looked at him moan in pain on the floor. “You didn’t kill it” One of them cried, desperately snatching the shovel away from the other as he prepared to strike out again. “Please” Gerard croaked, the world spinning as another man quickly joined them. “What the fuck did you do? Does he look dead to you...” his voice quickly trailed off as the world began to fade away.

*****
Gerard woke in a dark room. Candles were scattered around the room, giving it a romantic glow as he hazily looked around. A throbbing pain pulsed through his head. He reached up, trying to see if it was ok but found he was tied to the bed. Gerard struggled in the straps, panicking as wild thoughts of kidnap began to enter his mind. What the fuck is going on he thought as he tugged harder at the rope around his wrists. “Don’t think about moving, you ain’t going nowhere till I get some answers” A voice growled from beside him. Gerard turned his head and saw a young man sitting in a chair next to the bed, watching him intently.

Gerard suppressed a sudden urge to smile; he hadn’t seen a man this attractive before. He wasn’t particularly tall man, standing no more than 5’5. His hair was surprisingly neat, brushed to the side with a long black fringe hanging down his beautifully pale face. But it was his eyes, those dark mysterious eyes that seemed to draw him in, wishing to know more about the man who sat before him.

The man leaned closer, pulling out a knife and pointed it at Gerard’s face. “How did you get that wound?” He asked, gesturing towards the bandage across his chest. He looked down, realising that was almost completely naked under the bedcovers except for a pair of boxer shorts. The man held the knife to his face, his face emotionless as he spoke coldly to him; making him feel uneasy. “How did you get that wound? I won’t ask you again.” He said, locking eyes with him. Gerard shifted uncomfortably, unable to break his gaze. “Gunshot” He replied certainly.

The man sighed, cutting the rope away from Gerard’s hands as he made his way towards the door. He stopped in the doorway, glancing over his shoulder. “You need some rest, there’s some spare clothes on the floor. Come down when you’re ready” He said softly, closing the door behind him. Gerard sighed with relief, his head falling against the pillow as he curled up in the warm sheets of the bed, drifting off to sleep.

*****
Darkness had finally fallen, the house was silent as Gerard cautiously made his way down the stairs; clutching his side as he walked. The smell of tomato soup filled the house with its sweet aroma. He followed it, trudging into the kitchen where he found the three men at round a table. “Help yourself” The man said, refusing to look up from his meal. He took the last of the soup, pushing his long, dark hair out of his face as he sat down at the table, fully aware of the other two men who had watched him since he had arrive downstairs. They were an odd pair, with matching haircuts and similar features, Gerard could almost mistaken them as siblings in passing. The pair both wore black skinny jeans, and dark tops except for the man with black hair who wearing an old adventure time hoody.

“I’m Gerard by the way” He said, breaking the awkward silence that hung in the air. The man in black hair cleared his throat, nervously linking his hands together. “I’m Phil, and this is Dan” He replied, glancing over to Dan as he spoke. Gerard smiled, nodding his head as he took another sip of soup, relishing its warm taste. “I’m Frank, so why don’t you tell us all how you came to be in this mess” The man said, pushing his bowl to the centre of the table as he turned to face him. He looked around, noticing all eyes were on him as he searched his brain for the right words. “I was walking home from work and I was shot at by these two blokes. I woke up today and found the world had gone to shit and my family missing” He explained, staring into his food as he spoke. “So you don’t know anything about what’s happened these last few weeks?” Frank asked in disbelief, staring at the strange man in black beside him. Gerard shook his head, his face sombre as he let out sigh. “I know you killed a guy in the street” He said, looking up and around the table.

“That wasn’t a man” Dan cried, sounding almost insulted by that remark. Frank glared at him, a stern look flashed across his face as he slowly turned back to Gerard. “That wasn’t a man and if I hadn’t of stepped in and killed it he would have ripped you to pieces” Frank said, his voice soft and almost soothing. Gerard couldn’t help but like this man. For whatever reason it was, he just couldn’t help but warm to his unattached yet somewhat caring nature. He was different from the other men; he just couldn’t seem to place how. “Well...what was he then?” He asked hesitantly. “A walker” Phil interrupted, cutting off Frank before he could speak. “There was a virus, spread like wildfire killing millions within two weeks. But the dead didn’t stay dead” Frank said, shaking his head sadly.

A car alarm suddenly went off outside, Gerard walked over to the window, his hand reaching out to pull back the curtain before he was pulled back by Frank; grabbing hold of his shoulders as he stared angrily into his face. “Don’t be so fucking stupid, one wrong move and they will come after us and I will not let them die because of you” He hissed, beckoning at Dan and Phil who were standing in the kitchen, unsure of what to say or do. Gerard quickly nodded and Frank let him go. The men quickly blew out the candles and dimmed the lanterns before Frank gently moved a plank of wood away from the bottom corner of the window.

They stared out into the darkness with eager eyes, watching as the living dead wandered aimlessly through the streets. The car alarm continued to ring out, the bright lights of the car flashing brightly, lighting up the street as the infernal noise echoed through the town. “One of them must of bumped against the car” Phil whispered. Frank sighed irritably, stroking his chin as he refused to take his eyes off the walkers. “I knew I shouldn’t have fired that gun.” He muttered. “Won’t this bring more of them?” Dan asked, glancing over at the three men. Frank shook his head, moving away from the window and placed the long plank of wood back over the window. “Not unless we stay quiet” He replied. He dragged his hands down his face, collapsing into a nearby sofa as he shut his eyes. Gerard smiled; he looked so sweet lying there like that.

The moans from outside began to get louder. Dan edged closer to Phil, his friend quickly placing an arm around his as they tried to ignore the monsters that lurked outside. A loud thud hit against the front door. Frank jumped up from the sofa, grabbing his gun from his waist as he slowly walked towards the front door. Gerard followed closely behind, arming himself with a nearby plank of wood. “Keep quiet” Frank whispered to the men as his eyes remained sharply focused upon the door. Another thud hit against the front door as the moans grew louder. Gerard’s heart pounded in his chest, his hands shaking as he saw the door handle turn.

Notes

Third Chapter- will any of them make it out alive? Find out soon x

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