He's Dead,And Also Looks That Way.

"Okay okay okay....so let me get this straight,some weird guys kidnapped you a week ago,along with two other guys,they tortured you trying to do necromancy shit and you are the only one who survived."
"Yeah."
"But they were not expecting you to become a ghost."
"Yeah."
"So you made your body run away,but you lost him."
He nodded.
"So you went looking for him,and he somehow ended here last night."
He nodded again.
"And now you are here."
"Yep."
"And you are not going to go."
"Nope."
"Because your body is here."
"You are smart,my friend."
"Shut up." I sighed.

After Gerard made his appearance and talked with Brendon -who basically told him most of my life- he made us sit down for a really long story. Basically,he got drugged at a bar by some really cute guy and took him some weird basement,he wasn't the first. Two other guys were there and it seemed like they have been there longer than a few days.
He told how horrible everything was there,the putrid smell of burning flesh,blood and god knows what else. Most of the things they did weren't physical,but were as painfully horrible as the physicals. Like the burns on his back and the piece of flesh ripped out of his face.

Which he actually have no idea how that piece of his precious face wasn't there,he said he had probably passed out when it happen. But he does remember the one on his back,that's what killed the others -among other things- but never came back like he did.
He remember how the drew every line one by one on his back with the burning metal,he felt how his vocal chords broke when he screamed and the taste of blood it drew in his mouth. He died a few hours after,but his body was still alive. He explained that his body still had a part of him,that's why he seemed so "alive",why his body still bleed,why his heart still beat,why he seems so conscious,and why he was healing. But he isn't alive. He died. He is the physical representation of "The Living Dead".

How he escaped is totally out of a horror movie. He made his body kill the psycho necromantic people,or at least a few of them,not like they were so many people,he said they were about ten,and killed like three. It was Halloween the night he escaped so they camouflaged quite well with the exterior,nobody freaked out.
While Gerard -the ghost one- went around to see where they were and maybe find someone he knew,Gee-the zombie one- wandered away and ended in my party. And that's about all if I tell it in a short version.

And that take us to now,us four sitting in a circle in my living room.

"Well,that was a wild trip." Brendon sighed out loudly coughing away his nauseas.
"Tell me about it." Gerard smirked as his body nodded.
"So basically,you" I pointed at him and his body."are gonna stay here now."
"Yep,you better get the basement done soon cause I'm tired,well my body is anyway."
"I..." I have no idea what I wanted to say right now,I just stared at him a second,then it hit me.

I'm gonna fucking live with a ghost and a zombie. Holy shit.

"Holy shit." I repeated out loud."I'm gonna live with you."
"Is he slow or something?" He said to Brendon,who just shrugged as confused as he was.
"I hear you."
"We know." Gerard sassed and sigh.
"It's just,at first I thought it would be cool and now...dude that's fucked up."
"And what are you trying to point here?" Gerard said raising his eyebrow,a hand on his hip.
"I...I have no idea aside from I'm gonna have to live with you two."
This time he raised both his eyebrows,in what is surprise."oh,so you are actually willing to live with dead people."
"Well...yeah?" I sounded hesitant,but I was sure of my decision.

I guess it's not gonna be as bad as it seems. I mean,a zombie and a ghost,that's every horror movie fan. Except,in my case,it's more than real.

"Yo I have a question" we all turned to look at him.
"Do I have to,like...move out of my room or something?"
"It's not like you live here." I answered.
"But am I not here?"
"True." I looked up at Gerard,then back at Brendon."I guess not,you almost live here,it's not like I can kick you out."
He sighed and smiled."Then they can stay."
"Brendon,you still don't live here,you don't-"
"Yeah,but I don't get kicked out of my room!i like the ghost guy anyway."
"Gerard." The white haired corrected.
"Gerard. I like Gerard,he's cool." And Gerard grinned at him.

Yep,I guess I'm fucked if those two actually get to be friends.

Notes

You guys can kill whenever,I deserve it.

I guess,I do deserve shit for this horrible chapter oh my god.
Can you guys kind off help me with this? Like,leave me ideas in the comments or something,maybe that way I'll be able to go back to writing,idk