The Famous Living Dead

Frank felt his stomach twist into an impossible knot at the sound of Dr. Death Defying's words. Stuck there forever? No, that wasn't going to happen. "There has to be another way out, please, you've got to understand, I'm getting married tomorrow, I can't have this happen!" Frank said. "You're getting married?" A small voice asked. Frank spun around to face Gerard and nodded. "Yes, but it's not like I want to! I don't like this girl!" He said. "Then why are you marrying her?" Gerard asked. Frank didn't know what to say, he really didn't know why he couldn't have just told his parents what he really wanted. "It's complicated, but please, we've got to get me back somehow, I don't want to spend my entire life down in a dirt pile!" Frank said desperately. He swallowed as soon as those words escaped his mouth. "This is our home, Frank, I'd appreciate it if you didn't disrespect it like that." Ray said, leaning against a dry oak tree.
Frank bit his lip and nodded. "I know, I'm sorry, but I'm just so damn confused right now. I don't know where I am, who you are, and what's going to happen to me." He said, his voice shaking. He turned to Dr. Death and felt tears fill his eyes again. "Is there a way to get back up? At all?" He asked. Dr. Death shook his head sadly. "No, there isn't. You can thank Gerard for bringing you down here." He said. Frank spun around, facing Gerard. Gerard looked back at him and shifted. He felt terrible, horrible, just completely guilty. "Frank... I'm so sorry..." He apologized quietly. Frank couldn't hold his tears back anymore, they came flooding out really fast. "I-it's fine... I just.... I want to go home." He said. Gerard wanted to hug Frank and to make him feel better, but he knew that it wasn't probably what Frank wanted. "I'm sorry, I don't know how many times I can say it." Gerard whispered.
Nobody knew what to do next, it had become incredibly awkward. "So um... until we figure out what to do... we should probably keep you somewhere. Not all of us are nice like this. Many of the others are angry because of their death and stuff like that." Bob said. Frank looked at the blonde and nodded. "Oh! You can hear some of our songs too!" Ray said, suddenly getting excited. The look on Ray, Gerard, and Bob's face lit up, Mikey's was still and dead like always. Frank looked at them and nodded a little. "Y-yeah... alright.." He whispered. Bob smiled wide and gripped Mikey's hand, who seemed a little bit happier. Ray walked up to Frank and ruffled his hair. "Don't worry, it'll be fun, I promise." He said. Frank nodded and watched as Dr. Death Defying rolled himself away. As Bob, Ray, and Mikey walked away, Frank stood still, watching as Gerard pushed some dirt with his foot and sighed. "Gerard..." Frank whispered. Gerard lifted his heavy head and bit his lip. "Yeah?" He asked. Frank considered saying something to cheer him up, but could only say, "You coming?"
Gerard continued to chew on his bottom lip as he nodded. Frank offered a smile and reached his hand out. "Come on then.." He said. Gerard very nervously gripped Frank's hand lightly. Frank held back a gasp, Gerard's hand was comforting somehow. Frank smiled again and the two started walking behind the group. "Frank, I still can't tell you how sorry I am for doing this to you. I really did think you were someone else." Gerard told him. Frank sighed and looked at their feet. "It's fine, really. It was an honest mistake. I'm sure things will be okay. To be honest.... I'm relieved that I'm probably not going to get back up by tomorrow." Frank admitted. Gerard looked at him with wide eyes. "Really? Why?" He asked. Frank hesitated on responding, but then said, "This girl that my parents set up for me to marry... I don't like her. I couldn't possibly love her." Frank explained. "Also... I only met her today and she's not my type."
Gerard watched, listening closely. Gosh, Frank was beautiful, just the way he carried himself, and how he was too nice to be mad at Gerard, even though he may have gotten him into the biggest mess he'd ever be in. At that last part, Gerard raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? What is your type then?" He pressed. Frank blushed and smiled a little. "I don't know... someone who's down to earth, and nice, and um... someone that's kind of... male..." He said, whispering that last part. Gerard smiled at that and squeezed Frank's hand. "Don't be ashamed of being gay dude, it's actually a pretty great thing. It proves that you're not afraid to be you, and trust me, being yourself is one of the best things you can do. Never take your own life for granted. It's going to end someday, and it could happen any day. It's better that you be yourself, shameless to the end." Gerard told him. Those words burned into Frank's mind, it gave him a sense of hope. He looked at Gerard and smiled. Who knows, maybe being kidnapped by a dead guy wouldn't be so bad.
Once they show up at a small building that sort of resembled a garage, Bob, Ray, and Mikey go to their instruments and Gerard's hand releases Frank. He smiles and winks at the shorter man before going to the microphone. Suddenly, Gerard shouts, "Yeah I drink juice when I'm killing, cause it's fucking delicious..." Frank scoffed and raised an eyebrow as the music started. "Hanging in the party down with Tommy Chong.... When up came the day when karate was young.... I got a medical emergency... a medical emergency..... we got a medical emergency... a medical emergency...." Frank watched in confusion. Gerard's words were so fast, he could hardly understand them. "Switching up my style, bring a friend out with... Better grab your soul from the fingers of death... I got a medical emergency, a medical emergency.... we got a medical emergency, a medical emergency.... whoaaaa..... whoaaaa..... whoaaaa..... whoaaaaa............. 1 2 3 4 bass!" Frank watched Mikey as he started in about a two second bass solo, it was interesting how well he played considering he had a gaping hole in the side of his head. Frank turned his attention back to Gerard as he sang, "1 2 3 4.... Haning in the party dwon with Tommy Chong.... Take you to a time when karate was young... I got a medical emergency, a medical emergency.... we got a medical emergency, a medical emergency.... whoaaaa..... whoaaaa..... whoaaaa..... whoaaaa..... we got a medical emergency, a medical emergency!"
The music came to a stop, and Frank couldn't help but applaud. That may have been the best music Frank had heard in a long time. Suddenly, a few other claps were heard, causing Frank to stop. He spun around, coming face to face with the three he saw earlier, the guy with the one icy blue eye was smiling just as widely, causing Frank to feel uncomfortable once again. "That was awesome guys! I haven't heard that song in such a long time!" One said. This one had dark hair sticking out everywhere on his head, he had dull green eyes and a killer smile. "Thank's Billie! Have you met our friend?" Gerard said. Billie looked at Frank and smiled again. "Yeah, I have, he ran right into Tre... and the one eyed creep had to weird him out." Billie said. Tre looked at Billie and smacked his shoulder. "I am not creepy! You be nice!" He said, smacking Billie on the shoulder. Frank found himself finding these names all too familiar. He knew he'd heard their names and faces from somewhere. After a while, he gasped, coming to his realization. "Green Day..." He whispered. Billie and Tre, who started hitting each other stopped and looked at him. "Yup, Mike's being antisocial though, he doesn't really talk now..." Billie explained.
Frank looked over at the dead bassist and smiled. 'There must be something about bassists and not saying anything.' Frank thought to himself, chuckling a little bit. He looked back at Gerard, who had come up behind him. "These guys are like... our best friends. They'll be around quite a bit, so get used to the creepy one eye thing..." Gerard said. Frank nodded and looked at Tre, who found it entertaining to turn his head from side to side, letting his eye roll back and forth. Frank winced and spun around as someone started playing a really cool guitar solo. He watched as Ray started jamming out to whatever song it was he was playing through his mind, his head jerking up and down. "Ray, be careful!" Gerard called out. As soon as he said this, Ray's head comes flying off, landing in front of Frank's feet. Frank jumped up, letting out a squeal. "Holy shit!" He hissed. Ray started laughing as his decapitated body started searching for it's missing head. "Don't worry, it happens all the time." Bob said. Frank watched in horror when Ray's body found the head and just stuck it back on. At that, Gerard, Ray, Bob, Billie, and Tre start laughing. Frank looked around as if he had seen a ghost... which in this case would be kind of redundant.
Gerard noticed this and instantly stopped laughing. He wrapped his arm around Frank's shoulders and smiled. "Don't worry, Frankie, Bob's right, it happens all the time, it doesn't hurt him. That's how he died. But how he found his head after the accident... that will always be a mystery." He said, finishing with a giggle. Frank laughed nervously and looked at Ray, who was adjusting his head a little bit. "It feels funny though, but it's not bad." Ray told him. Frank, being in so much shock (something he was getting pretty used to by now), found himself only being able to nod. The others soon stopped laughing and they continued to talk about things like how their day was, and how miraculous it was when Mike said something along the lines of, "Shut the fuck up Tre, you're so annoying." Apparently, that was one of the only thing he's said in months, so it was a big thing for them. Frank felt uncomfortable suddenly, he didn't know why. He was beginning to find these dead guys normal and common, so what was making him so uneasy? He looked over and found Mikey's eyes burning into his soul. He was glaring at him for some reasong. Slowly and unsure, Frank started walking toward the zombie like bassist.
"Is there something I can help you with, Mikey?" Frank asked. Mikey only stared at him, his glazed eyes seemed to burn into him even more. Frank shifted uncomfortably and tried to ignore it. He looked over and found himself staring at Gerard. Yeah, he was dead and stuff, but he really was attractive. His bright red hair was a little messy, coated in cobwebs, but still looked perfect. He had an incredibly small nose that Frank wasn't sure if it was small fromt he decay, or if it was naturally that way. His smile was bright and made him seem more alive than he actually was. For a dead guy, Gerard was cute, and wasn't that bad at singing either. Suddenly, a hand gripped Frank's shoulder, making him gasp. He turned to Mikey and found him glaring again. "What?" Frank said, trying to escape that grip. Mikey shook his head. "What, Mikey?" Frank said again. With that, Mikey pointed at Gerard, then at Frank, the shook his head. "You don't want me around him?" Frank asked. Mikey nodded, then walked away to Bob. Frank rubbed his shoulder and sighed. For a guy who's been decayed for so long, he had a strong grip. Why was it that Mikey was so protective of his older brother? That questiong, Frank couldn't answer. He sighed and walked over to the group when Gerard waved for him to. However long it takes until he got back to the surface was unknown, but Frank knew he was going to have a hell of a strange time.

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