Gary kicked upon the door, a plastic bag in one hand, his gun in the other. Pete trailed in behind him, holding a bloodied brown sack.

"How many rabbits?" Pete asked. The bag felt heavier than usual, way to heavy to be just a rabbit. The medium-sized bag was soaked through with blood, coating Pete's hand. It should have made him dizzy and sick to see the red, sticky liquid layered and crusted on his hands, but he's seen too much blood for it to bother him anymore.

"Not rabbit,but it's still dinner. Cook it, I got something else I need to grab so don't lock up until I get back." Gary walked out of the old abandoned house they were using as cover.
The windows were boarded up by Gary, and Pete had made a system where if any of the windows or doors were opened a trail of tin can's would rattle and make noise to alert the boys.
It was a great idea, but took to long to string up after every time they opened the door. Instead, when ever they left, they barricaded the front door with a car door they found in a wreckage not to far from the house. They only set up the lock system when they slept, or rather when Pete slept. Gary seemed to be always be awake. A result from the lack of his medication.

Pete sat the blood stained bag on the floor, hesitating before opening it.
Pete gagged, tears filling his eyes. He shook his head, fighting the urge to puke and looked back into the bag. Inside was a baby deer with its head smashed in. Brain and bone covered the poor things face and Pete could only assume what Gary had done to it. Blood was still trickling from the smashed mess brain and bones.

He couldn't let this get to him. Not after all they had been through. He prepared the deer just as Gary had taught him to do, the task taking most of his attention. Occasionally he'd glance out the window to check to see if Gary was coming or if something else was coming. He shuddered. He didn't want a repeat of the last time he didn't keep a constant check on the windows.

Lola. It was that moron greaser's girlfriend who had some how managed to sneak up on Pete and Gary in the house. It had only been a couple of weeks after the infection broke out and people were at each other throats. Literally. Bullworth quickly became every man for himself and only the smart stuck together and formed groups. Pete and Gary had stayed in the same abandoned house they were currently staying in. Gary was cooking dinner, a can of beans, while Pete was supposed to watch the window to make sure none of the infected got in.
Pete was pretty good at keeping watch, but his attention was fading. He hadn't had a proper night's sleep since the infection broke out. He was exhausted and found himself in and out of sleep.
It was nearing sun down, yet somehow Lola sneaked into the house despite there still being light outside.
She slowly opened the door, Gary didn't notice her and Pete had his back to her. She crept up next to wrapped her arm around his neck and held him at gun point. Her hair was a mess, three bite marks covered her left arm, and both boys instantly knew she was infected. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her clothes torn and tattered. Gary had his own gun pointed at her, his eyes narrowed at Pete. He was caught of guard by the unwanted visitor. He cursed himself for not noticing her sooner, but felt a silent anger bubbling inside him. Why hadn't Pete warned him about the broken greaser?
Pete gulped, if Lola didn't kill him and he survived, Gary would kill him instead.

"Go ahead!" She sobbed. "Pull the trigger and he dies. Why do you get to be happy and I don't? My Johnny's turned on me and here you are with your... Your boyfriend!" She sobbed, and gripped Pete tighter.

Gary lowered his gun and smirked.
"I won't even waste the bullet. Go ahead, shoot him, less mouths to feed." Gary sat back down near the fire place and stirred the pot of beans, no longer paying attention to the two behind him. Lola was taken back by the taller male's sudden lack of interest in the situation. She couldn't figure out why he just suddenly didn't care anymore. Nobody cared about her, whether she'd been loving them or trying to hurt them, She thought. But really, who really cared in this world anymore?

"Gary!" Pete hissed, it was getting harder to breathe. Pete felt something break inside, watching Gary just leave him like this. In the hands of this heart-broken greaser.

Lola let out a broken sob, which sounded like a wounded animal to Pete. She slowly lifted up the gun from Pete's head and placed it against the soft flesh of her temple.

"It just ain't worth it anymore." She whispered. The sound of the gun still haunts Pete till this day. The way it made his head pound and his ears go numb. Lola fell backwards, her head hitting the window sill behind them. Pete stood stock still, his breathing was the only thing that filled the air.

"How...How did you know she was going to shoot herself." Pete asked, his quiet to the point were he almost couldn't hear himself.
The tension in the air was so thick it could have been cut with a knife.
Gary turned to Pete, no expression clear on his face.

"I didn't."

Pete shook his head and focused on the deer he should have been cooking. No use in dwelling in the past. A few of the infected wandered outside on the street, with the slowly falling sun behind them. They only really became active in the night which made Pete become worried. Where was Gary at? He should have been here by now.

The sun was almost down by now and the deer was still cooking. Pete couldn't wait any longer, he loved his friend, but he needed to think about himself. Pete was convinced Gary wasn't coming. It had been hours since Gary had left Pete with the deer. Pete shut the windows, locking them, and securing their lock system. A pang of guilt struck after he secured the last window. How could he have given up on Gary so easily? He would wait a little longer. After staring out the window waiting for what felt like forever to Pete, he stretched and left to the small mattress pushed against a corner.
The two shared a bed, it gave them more room, and it made it provided warmth when the months turned cold. A few blankets and two pillows covered the dirty mattress, Pete would sleep against the wall and Gary would sit on the edge of the mattress, mumbling to himself.
Pete couldn't sleep. He still hadn't given up hope on Gary. Maybe he was stuck and was waiting for the smaller male to help him. Maybe he was bitten, infected, and wandering the streets just like the monsters outside. Pete felt his chest tighten at the thought of being alone. Tears stung his eyes when he though about not having Gary with him. Pushing aside his worries, Pete closed his eyes trying to go to sleep, but Gary kept coming back up in his head.

Pete decided that instead of worrying over Gary, he would think of something good about Gary.
He remembered the time Gary saved his life.

Hey! I don't know if I will continue this or not, but it was fun to write. I'll try to update Kowalski's Rainbow soon. Thanks for reading!