Party Poison

Ghoul/Frank's P.O.V I watched Party as he frowned at the radio. "Bad news from the zones, tumbleweeds. It looks like Cherri Cola had a clap with a Exterminator that went Costa Rica, and uh got himself ghosted. Dusted out on Route Guano. So it's time to hit the red line and up thrust the volume out there. Keep your boots tight. Keep your gun close and die with your mask on if you've got to. Here is the traffic." Party closed his eyes and let his head drop. "Does that mean.....?" Kobra queried. Party looked at him. "Yeah. Cola"s dead." He said shakily. "A scarecrow got him. He fell in the same place as everyone seems to die. D's words are 'red line'. Meaning revenge. 'Up thrust' means we have to up our game. 'Keep your boots tight' means we have to stick together. The gun parts obvious. He said to keep our masks on. Which means we're not just facing dracs and b and w's. We're facing scarecrows too. We've got to up our game." I slipped my arm around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the top of my head. "I'm through fucking losing people." He gritted out. "We're gonna show those fuckers how it feels. We're gonna take down as many of them as we can. We leave in two hours. Be ready." He ordered, then led me by the hand to his room. He pushed my back against the closed door and kissed me. His tongue running across my lips, asking for access. I allowed him entry. My head was spinning. My legs were going weak. He lifted me up by my ass. So I wrapped my legs around his waist. He navigated us down the stairs, without breaking the kiss. How he managed to get us down in one piece, I'll never know. He laid me on the bed, finally breaking the kiss. I looked up at him. Then I noticed how sad he looked. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. I held my arms out to him. He didn't hesitate to snuggle into my side. I hugged back. "Another one, Frankie." He said, sadly. "Everyone I care about, or love, is dying and I can't stop it." He sighed. "I'm so fucking sick of it, Frankie. I'm scared I'm going to lose you too. I'd die before I'd let that happen." I lifted his head to look at me. "I'm not going anywhere, baby" I said as I stroked his cheek. "As for the others, we'll avenge them. We'll wipe out blind one day. That will be our tribute to the ghosted." I sound like D now. He smiled. "I love you, Frankie." He said, quietly. "I hope you know how much." I smiled as I leaned forward to kiss his soft pink lips. "I love you too, Gee. So fucking much." He rested his head on my shoulder and soon fell to sleep. I laid there, listening to him breathe. So much has happened to him. It's horrible. I know we've all had bad things happen to us. But Party had to shoot his own zombie mother. As if that wasn't bad enough, he had to shoot Star's zombie mum. This fucking war is killing him, bit by bit. Every time someone close to him dies, a little piece of him dies with them. He spent his whole life looking out for others. He deserves something good to happen. Something for him. I intend to find some way of making something good happen for him. I just don't know what, yet.

Notes

Poor Party. Another loss.
Love as always. xxx