Famous Living Dead (part 28)

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Famous Living Dead (part 28)

Gerard's P.O.V:
My insecurity faded, and the feeling of love took over. I nuzzled my head deep into my brother's collarbone and hugged him tighter. “Thanks Mikey.” I faintly smiled as I let go of him. “You're my brother, I'll always have your back.” Mikey patted my shoulder, and I nodded. “Where's Frank?” I curiously asked. “Oh shit... Frank...”

Mikey's P.O.V:
I'm ashamed to say that I completely forgot about Frank, and how he stormed out in anger. “Uhh, hold on Gee.” I quickly said as I jumped out of the van. “Where is he?!” I heard Gerard yell from inside, but I didn't answer. Ray was fiddling with his guitar, when I ran up to him. “Ray!” His neck snapped up, and he raised a brow. “What?” “Have you heard anything from Frank?” I asked. “No, you told me to leave him alone.” He simply said. “Shiiiiit!” I yelled at the sky. “Ray what's going on?” Gerard asked, as he stepped out of the van with our gun holsters. “Why do you have those?” I asked. “If Frank's missing, then we have to go look for that bastard.” Gerard smirked.

Ray's P.O.V:
He smiled... Gerard actually... smiled. I know it seems weird to be excited over something like that, but if you were in my situation, you'd feel the same way. Frank, Mikey and I have been worrying that Gerard's depression would make him doing something stupid, and unforgettable. The fact that he smiled made me feel just a little bit better. “I agree with Gee, let's go find that son of a bitch.” Mikey grinned, as he walked towards Gerard, and pulled my holster out of his hand. “Catch.” Mikey warned as he chucked my holster at my face. “Watch it.” I mumbled as I caught the holster, and attached it around my waist. I nodded at Gerard, telling him I was ready. “Which way did Frank go?” Gerard asked, but before I could answer, the sound of screeching interrupted me. “I think we should follow the sound.” Mikey wittily said. We trotted towards the sound of zombies, with our guns loaded and aimed. Mixed in with the sound of zombie moans and shrieks, we heard Frank's cries for help. “MOTHERFUCKERS GET AWAY FROM HIM!” Gerard burst out in anger as he sprinted towards the massive crowd of zombies who were surrounding Frank. “GERARD NO!” I screamed. But he didn't stop. Instead he continued to slash threw the wave of zombies without any problems. You'd think that having only one arm would be a disadvantage for zombie slaying, but Gerard was doing pretty good by himself. Or maybe it was just the adrenaline and testosterone. Frank was trying to keep the zombies away from him by climbing up a tree, and shooting them in the forehead from there, but he was running out of amo, and I knew things would end badly if we didn't hurry up and save him.