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Famous Living Dead (part 38)

Ray's P.O.V:
“Ray, just tell me, what's going on?” Gerard questioned as he scooted closer to me. “Uh.. um... well...” I promised myself I wouldn't tell anyone. I couldn't either, It'd just give me too much pain. I made a promise to myself that I would pretend she never existed anymore. Forgetting is the best way to make the pain go away... right?

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Famous Living Dead (part 37)

Ray's P.O.V:
After all the guys left, I sneaked into the van so I could have time to myself. To just be, alone. Simply that. But you never get what you want. When I thought that I could finally have some peace, Gerard crawled into the van, and sat down next to me. “Gerard.” I annoyingly sighed. “Can I be alone for just a little bit?” I begged. “That's why I came here. I don't want you to be alone.” He placed his only hand on my shoulder, from there on, things got awkwarder.

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Famous Living Dead (part 36)

Frank's P.O.V:
“Canned food again??” I groaned as Ray tossed me a can of corn for breakfast. “We're poor Frank, we can't afford anything else.” Ray mothered. “Neh neh we're poooor as fuck Frank, we can only afford to eat shiiiiiit. Neh neh neeehhh.” I mocked behind Ray's back. His head slowly turned over his shoulder. “What did you just say?” “Nothing.” I mumbled under my breath. “That's what I thought.” He said. I snatched the can opener from Gerard's hand, and opened up my can of corn. “Mmmm, can you smell the freshness?!” I sarcastically commented as I shoved my nose in the can. I limply held the spoon in my hand and stirred the watery corn. I repeatedly shoved the spoon up and down in the can, and watched the water splash out. “Heh, heh... OWW!!” I yelped as I felt a hand smack across my head. “Don't play with your food.” Zoe disciplined. I couldn't think of a witty comment to say, so I just kept my mouth shut and my eyes down low, as I sipped my can 'o corn.

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Famous Living Dead (part 35)

Frank's P.O.V:
Gerard lied on the moist grass with me. We were side to side, his chest glued to mine, and our faces turned towards each other. I counted each tiny breath he took.

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TOO MUCH F*CKING DRAMAAA!!!!!!!!

okay, i doubt anyone will bother to read this, but i have a slightest bit of faith that someone will, and maybe they'll be able to save me....

okay, so i have this really douchey, clingy (but kinda sweet?....) bf that i want to break up with right, right now, and all of my friends say i should. the only thing thats stopping me, is his life. his step dad beats him, his mom yells at him, hes gotten kicked out of the house twice, slept outside, gone through a bad divorce, money problems, hes very emotional, he cuts himself, and if i break up with him, im 99% sure he'll threaten to cut himself AGAIN. and i care about him and his problems because i FEEL. BAD. FOR. HIM. and no one gets it.... i just have a lot of empathy for people, and that gets in the way of my desicions... and i like my friend Adam who has a gf that he really likes.... meerrrppp.

OH MY KILLJOYS, WHAT SHOULD I DOOOO????

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Famous Living Dead (part 34)

Frank's P.O.V:
“Gerard, be realistic here.” I said as I placed my hand on his warm shoulder. “No!” He snarled as he shook my hand off. “I'm serious here.” He deeply sighed. “You really wanna... die together?” “Yes Frank! I have no purpose in life anymore! Zombie slaying isn't enough for me. Back when I had Josie, I used to think that I was going to have this huge responsibility when I became a father. I really wanted to have a family with Josie, and live my entire life with her... But then ALL that shit happened, and it really burned me out, ya know? That kind of stuff isn't... normal, it just doesn't happen to people. THAT-” He raised his arms, and looked at the sky. “THAT SHIT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!” Gerard screeched at the heavens. He breathlessly looked at me, as I stayed comment-less.

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Famous Living Dead (part 33)

Frank's P.O.V:
“Do you remember Gee?” I broke the silence. “Do you remember those days?” Gerard didn't look at me, but he nodded. His eyes were locked on the ground. Unblinking. His lips were slightly open, enough to exhale air with. “Frankie?” He spoke. “Yes?” “I want to go back.” He barely moved his lips. “I know Gee, I know.” I could see tears forming in his unmoving eyes, and soon, I felt tears come to mine. “GODAMMIT FRANK! I WANT TO FUCKING GO BACK!” Gerard unexceptionably screamed at the sky. His head snapped towards me, and he stared at me with those fierce and fiery eyes that I was both intimidated, and attracted to. He was breathing deeply, and his nostrils were flared. “We can escape together.” Gerard finally said.

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Famous Living Dead (part 32)

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Famous Living Dead (part 31)

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Famous Living Dead (part 30)

Ray's P.O.V:
I continued to slash through zombie throats with my knife, and watch them fall lifelessly onto the ground, twitching less and less every minute. I was in the zone, and nothing could stop me. I pulled out my .45, and began to shoot at the zombies that were chasing Mikey. Bang, screech, thump. Bang, screech, thump. I had found my rhythm.

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