I BROUGHT YOU MY BULLETS PT. 8

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I BROUGHT YOU MY BULLETS PT. 8

srry its been SOOO long since i wrote this. i've been abnormally lazy recently. so yeah, sorry, and enjoy!

Gerard and Helena had just left behind all their stolen supplies that they had fought over in a panic after witnessing the single most disturbing sight of their lives. After being on the road for more than 2 years, living a life of crime, they had seen some messed up shit; rape, cannabalism, etc. But they had just witnessed a terrorist attack killing thousands, they had seen the bodies fall, scorched and black. Gerard cursed the names of the terrorists. But then he thought, how was he different. He had killed hundreds over the years, literally hundreds. Sured this seemed worse given the publicity of it and the scale of the crime being all at once. But they were both murderers, yet, he cursed their names. Just as the families of his victims cursed his name. He was a hipocrit and he knew. And so was Helena, she was just the same as him. They had found Gerards' cousins' apartment in the city and after learning he was on vacation in Texas, broke in and stayed there. They had found a copy of Dawn of the Dead in the drawer next to his bed. And as the two wiped the tears the still cried days after the incident, they decided to pass the time with the movie. They watched the movie and made it up to the part when the pregant couple were haveing a dinner date, and found it sweet that in the middle of a zombie apocolypse, they still found time for eachother. They fell asleep in eachothers arms soon after that scene. They woke up the next day to an alarming sound... a doorknob turning. Gerards' cousin.