And We’re All Dead Now

*Frank’s POV*

Once I have a reasonably habitable area cleared out in what once was my bedroom I headed out onto the road, trusting my instincts to guide me back after my little exploration. I headed north on the main road and then turned onto a backstreet that was once home to my favorite guitar and music shop. Even though it was still standing, it looked like shit. As I opened the glass door, covered in band stickers ranging from Paramore to Falling in Reverse, I heard the slightly muffled jingle of the remnants of bells that would always hang above the door, alerting Ray, the manager and one of my best friends, that I was here. My heart sank when Ray didn’t skip into the front room of the store with a smile plastered over his face like he always used to. Oh, how I wish that someone would just find me. That someone was here for me. Oh, how I wish I weren’t so alone now.

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