Get Up and Kill (The 3rd in series)
Title: Get Up and Kill (The 3rd in series)
Summary:He looks up, his eyes widen immediately. You're breathing stutters as you hears another's behind you, the expression on your face must be complete terror.
Warnings: Slight Cussing, Slight gore..and Character Death (again? whut? ahahaha Zombies)
Disclaimer: I'm not famous or rich enough to claim any of this as my own.
The cracking sound was amplified in the silence. After the 3rd hit Mikey grunted to keep going, Gerard still couldn't look. Soon the there was no more whoosh or the mallet, just Mikey's hard breathing.
"Is he...?"
"Just...yeah, I think...don't...don't look." The mallet falls to the ground and Mikey leaves the room. When he comes back Gerard hears what sounds like a sheet being spread out, faintly hoping it's not one of his. "You can..uhm...I just..."
Gerard opens his eyes seeing a faintly Frankie-shaped lump under a plain black sheet, he cringes. "Mikey are you...alright?" The question is pretty lame.
"We need better weapons." He answers, and then leaves the room again. Glancing back at the sheet and the bloody croquet mallet, Gerard grabs the baseball bat from earlier and follows him. Mikey's digging through a box that's been sitting in his closet since the move. He pulls out a handgun. Looking over to Gerard, his expression says little to nothing as usual.
"Where'd you-"
"It was a present from Uncle Louis."
"We have an Uncle Louis..who gifts guns?" Mikey's loading the gun from a small box as his brother speaks, he glances up as Gerard swings the bat loosely back and forth.
"Apparently, you really gonna protest to the fact that we have one now? I mean, it's not like we've got an expendable amount of clips, but-"
"You know how to shoot it?" He stares up at Gerard, his left eyebrow raises in a 'if I don't I'm gonna learn' look. Gerard just shrugs to mean 'whatever'. Over the years the communicating without words thing has become relatively easier of course. From the living room a scream emanates.
"You really need to choose a different ring-tone." Mikey suggests nonchalantly cocking the gun back and aiming it at some unknown spot past Gerard's head.
"Yeah, make sure the safety's on that shit okay.." Another shrill scream sounds as Gerard inches slowly back into the living room. It smells like death, he walks the other way around the couch to avoid the black sheet and grabs the phone. It was still sitting where he left it, in the middle of the couch, before he went to bed. It's face reads '1 new text', and he flip sit open to reply.
The time reads in little digital characters '2:18' as he flicks through the menu. It's from 'Pete Wentz' and reads 'k so m wont answr plz say u hvnt been 8!!!'. Brow creasing Gerard starts typing, the phone scream/vibrates again making him jump, it's from Pete again. 'if ur alive meet ^ @ angelsnkings', Gerard really don't know what to text back, he's Mikey's friend anyway.
He leaves the room to put jeans on at least, feeling too itchy in his skin and too informal. Mikey is still completely dressed as he walks in and grabs the mallet as when he went to bed, he wearily sits on the couch. Gerard ends up picking up whichever pair of pants that were somewhat folded and sat in a chair, and slipping on his boots for good measure. He then quickly walked back into the living room. Mikey's still sitting on the couch, with his head in his hands, Gerard automatically glances to the sheet on the floor, where the Frankie lump should be, and it's not.
Gerard's heart is beating in his ears, and he's frozen to the spot. "Mi-Mikey" He manages a stutter. Gerard glances around, the baseball bat is sitting by the couch next to Mikey and his mallet. He looks up, his eyes widen immediately. Gerard's breathing stutters as he hears another's behind him, the expression on his face complete terror.
"Gerard!" Gerard snaps in time to sloppily catch the ( fucking heavy, fucking shit Mikey that could've hit ME in the head) bat. Gerard don't seem the hesitate but to close his eyes, turning swiftly and swinging as hard as he can. There's a growl and a thud.
Mikey jumps the couch and runs up next to his brother, who hears the swing of the mallet again as a hand wraps around Gerard's ankle. When the mallet hits there's a slight whimper, it makes Gerard's heart jerk again. it must show through to his face, because Mikey says while wrapping an arm around Gerard's shoulder that, "He's not human anymore, it's what he wanted."
Gerard shakes his head once, roughly, eyes still screwed shut. That's when the realization of knocking at the door had stopped, and that's never good. There's the sound of glass cracking and creaking coming from Gerard's bedroom. All the thoughts in the room equal up to, 'Ahh hell no, this shit ain't even funny anymore.' Okay, well..maybe that's a bit gangsta, but honestly this situation calls for it.
"We gotta get out of here, we're not safe." Gerard steps back, Mikey's arm falling away, his eyes remain shut.
"What, we're gonna be safe out there? HAVE YOU NOT PAID ATTENTION TO ANY OF THE MOVIES!?"
"Yeah, the ones that survive aren't usually the ones that stay behind and wait to be eaten."
"Where are we gonna go then, Ma's house?" The question stops short and as the thought of their parents dawn on them. There's another stretch of quiet before the glass shatters completely from the direction of Gerard's room.
"Angels and Kings." Gerard replies turning swiftly finally reopening his eyes, keys in one pocket, baseball bat in hand and reaches for the door. Mikey rushes after him, doesn't question immediately or argue. They never argue, life's too short for that.
The hallway is empty, and aside from the bloody stain at the foot of the door, you'd have no idea anything was wrong. Gerard starts taking stairs two at a time, Mikey staying as close as he can without being a threat if the need to run appears. There's no one in the lobby from what either of you can see, and in hindsight a flash light might have helped.
Mikey carefully opens the door to the car park, it's also rather empty. iI's also rather fucking dark and echoing, and Gerard would have been scared shitless if there wasn't a chance to be eaten alive. The brother's shuffling steps bounce off the concrete walls and cars and pillars. Gerard wonders what time it is now, and can't remember having his phone on him when he left, sure enough he don't.
"Mikey, I think I left my pho-"
"Got it." He says pulling something from his pocket, he flips it open and it shines too bright in the dark, '2:49'. Gerard nods, though Mikey probably can't see, and continues walking. Mikey thankfully knows the path well enough to get to Row 4, and find the correct parking spot. Approaching the end of row 4 and the car, the Way's also approach a person.
"Shitfuckgodammitmotherfuck." The slew of obscenities come out automatically it seems. The person groans. Gerard's peripheral vision sees movement, Mikey speaks, "Hold still, it would really suck to shoot you."
There's a click as the gun gets cocked back, ready to fire.
"Wait, don't shoot! I'm not...whatever the fuck I swear! I'm-" There's another figure who's suddenly behind the first and it's definitely not human in the way he lunges, the first person screaming out. Mikey pulls the trigger.
Part 4
Summary:He looks up, his eyes widen immediately. You're breathing stutters as you hears another's behind you, the expression on your face must be complete terror.
Warnings: Slight Cussing, Slight gore..and Character Death (again? whut? ahahaha Zombies)
Disclaimer: I'm not famous or rich enough to claim any of this as my own.
The cracking sound was amplified in the silence. After the 3rd hit Mikey grunted to keep going, Gerard still couldn't look. Soon the there was no more whoosh or the mallet, just Mikey's hard breathing.
"Is he...?"
"Just...yeah, I think...don't...don't look." The mallet falls to the ground and Mikey leaves the room. When he comes back Gerard hears what sounds like a sheet being spread out, faintly hoping it's not one of his. "You can..uhm...I just..."
Gerard opens his eyes seeing a faintly Frankie-shaped lump under a plain black sheet, he cringes. "Mikey are you...alright?" The question is pretty lame.
"We need better weapons." He answers, and then leaves the room again. Glancing back at the sheet and the bloody croquet mallet, Gerard grabs the baseball bat from earlier and follows him. Mikey's digging through a box that's been sitting in his closet since the move. He pulls out a handgun. Looking over to Gerard, his expression says little to nothing as usual.
"Where'd you-"
"It was a present from Uncle Louis."
"We have an Uncle Louis..who gifts guns?" Mikey's loading the gun from a small box as his brother speaks, he glances up as Gerard swings the bat loosely back and forth.
"Apparently, you really gonna protest to the fact that we have one now? I mean, it's not like we've got an expendable amount of clips, but-"
"You know how to shoot it?" He stares up at Gerard, his left eyebrow raises in a 'if I don't I'm gonna learn' look. Gerard just shrugs to mean 'whatever'. Over the years the communicating without words thing has become relatively easier of course. From the living room a scream emanates.
"You really need to choose a different ring-tone." Mikey suggests nonchalantly cocking the gun back and aiming it at some unknown spot past Gerard's head.
"Yeah, make sure the safety's on that shit okay.." Another shrill scream sounds as Gerard inches slowly back into the living room. It smells like death, he walks the other way around the couch to avoid the black sheet and grabs the phone. It was still sitting where he left it, in the middle of the couch, before he went to bed. It's face reads '1 new text', and he flip sit open to reply.
The time reads in little digital characters '2:18' as he flicks through the menu. It's from 'Pete Wentz' and reads 'k so m wont answr plz say u hvnt been 8!!!'. Brow creasing Gerard starts typing, the phone scream/vibrates again making him jump, it's from Pete again. 'if ur alive meet ^ @ angelsnkings', Gerard really don't know what to text back, he's Mikey's friend anyway.
He leaves the room to put jeans on at least, feeling too itchy in his skin and too informal. Mikey is still completely dressed as he walks in and grabs the mallet as when he went to bed, he wearily sits on the couch. Gerard ends up picking up whichever pair of pants that were somewhat folded and sat in a chair, and slipping on his boots for good measure. He then quickly walked back into the living room. Mikey's still sitting on the couch, with his head in his hands, Gerard automatically glances to the sheet on the floor, where the Frankie lump should be, and it's not.
Gerard's heart is beating in his ears, and he's frozen to the spot. "Mi-Mikey" He manages a stutter. Gerard glances around, the baseball bat is sitting by the couch next to Mikey and his mallet. He looks up, his eyes widen immediately. Gerard's breathing stutters as he hears another's behind him, the expression on his face complete terror.
"Gerard!" Gerard snaps in time to sloppily catch the ( fucking heavy, fucking shit Mikey that could've hit ME in the head) bat. Gerard don't seem the hesitate but to close his eyes, turning swiftly and swinging as hard as he can. There's a growl and a thud.
Mikey jumps the couch and runs up next to his brother, who hears the swing of the mallet again as a hand wraps around Gerard's ankle. When the mallet hits there's a slight whimper, it makes Gerard's heart jerk again. it must show through to his face, because Mikey says while wrapping an arm around Gerard's shoulder that, "He's not human anymore, it's what he wanted."
Gerard shakes his head once, roughly, eyes still screwed shut. That's when the realization of knocking at the door had stopped, and that's never good. There's the sound of glass cracking and creaking coming from Gerard's bedroom. All the thoughts in the room equal up to, 'Ahh hell no, this shit ain't even funny anymore.' Okay, well..maybe that's a bit gangsta, but honestly this situation calls for it.
"We gotta get out of here, we're not safe." Gerard steps back, Mikey's arm falling away, his eyes remain shut.
"What, we're gonna be safe out there? HAVE YOU NOT PAID ATTENTION TO ANY OF THE MOVIES!?"
"Yeah, the ones that survive aren't usually the ones that stay behind and wait to be eaten."
"Where are we gonna go then, Ma's house?" The question stops short and as the thought of their parents dawn on them. There's another stretch of quiet before the glass shatters completely from the direction of Gerard's room.
"Angels and Kings." Gerard replies turning swiftly finally reopening his eyes, keys in one pocket, baseball bat in hand and reaches for the door. Mikey rushes after him, doesn't question immediately or argue. They never argue, life's too short for that.
The hallway is empty, and aside from the bloody stain at the foot of the door, you'd have no idea anything was wrong. Gerard starts taking stairs two at a time, Mikey staying as close as he can without being a threat if the need to run appears. There's no one in the lobby from what either of you can see, and in hindsight a flash light might have helped.
Mikey carefully opens the door to the car park, it's also rather empty. iI's also rather fucking dark and echoing, and Gerard would have been scared shitless if there wasn't a chance to be eaten alive. The brother's shuffling steps bounce off the concrete walls and cars and pillars. Gerard wonders what time it is now, and can't remember having his phone on him when he left, sure enough he don't.
"Mikey, I think I left my pho-"
"Got it." He says pulling something from his pocket, he flips it open and it shines too bright in the dark, '2:49'. Gerard nods, though Mikey probably can't see, and continues walking. Mikey thankfully knows the path well enough to get to Row 4, and find the correct parking spot. Approaching the end of row 4 and the car, the Way's also approach a person.
"Shitfuckgodammitmotherfuck." The slew of obscenities come out automatically it seems. The person groans. Gerard's peripheral vision sees movement, Mikey speaks, "Hold still, it would really suck to shoot you."
There's a click as the gun gets cocked back, ready to fire.
"Wait, don't shoot! I'm not...whatever the fuck I swear! I'm-" There's another figure who's suddenly behind the first and it's definitely not human in the way he lunges, the first person screaming out. Mikey pulls the trigger.
Part 4