Mikey's P.O.V:
I almost got slashed in throat, spit on, tackled, scratched, tripped, and bit by a zombie. In simpler, words, I SUCKED at zombie hunting. Though, I was much better at technology. I set up a computer up in the van, where we could post videos about our zombie brigade. “Neeerd.” Frank teased as he puffed out the smoke from his malboro cigarette. “Frank, come on. Mikey could really help us here!” Ray supported. Frank sucked on the cigarette before answering. “What we need help on, is in the field. Not with some shitty website that no one is going to visit. And who has time to film while hunting zombies?!” Frank exhaled. “That's why I have these...” I slyly said. I pulled out three wrist bands. “What are these for?” Gerard asked. “Filming. You won't have to hold a camera.” I slowly, and gently put it over Gerard's hand. “Hm. Good idea Mikey.” He complemented. “Thanks.” I gladly took in the compliment. “So where are we heading to now?” Frank impatiently asked. He was already behind the steering wheel, ready to drive. “St. Mary...” Gerard suddenly said. All of our heads turned towards him. “What?” Frank hissed. “I want to go to St. Mary.” Gerard stubbornly said. Frank loudly sighed, and shook his head. He swore under his breath. “Gerard. I thought you were OVER Josie!” He whined. “I'm not going there just for Josie... there's a lot of dead people there too.” I could tell Gerard was lying. As a kid, whenever he would lie to mom, he would play with his thumbs, and bite his lower lip. “Fiiine.” Frank agreed. He forcefully shoved the keys into the ignition, and started the car. “To the hospital it is.” Frank puffed as he drove out of the dark, hellish woods.
Gerard's P.O.V:
I knew they all knew I was going just for Josie. I mean, I still had feelings for her. Who wouldn't? She was the love of my life. The mother of my “child.” The only reason I would get up in the morning, and look forward to the day. But all good things come to an end. And this “good thing” came crumbling to an end. I hardly could cope with the pain I had when Josie left me, and when I found out she... passed. Everyone asked me how I was “coping.” The only thing they thought I was doing was “coping.” I had to “cope” with the loss of my wife. I had to “cope” with all the physical and emotional pain I was suffering. I had to “cope” with that fact that Josie and her baby were no longer in my life. That they were never coming back, and I could do NOTHING about it. That's what bothered me the most. The fact that I couldn't fix anything.
