Gerard, Mikey and Frank all stared in horror as the man rose to life, or rather became undead, and started turning the lady at the desk into his next meal. She screamed in horror with each flesh tearing bite. Despite the doctor's efforts to pull him off of her, it was clear that their mission was a total failure. "Come on," Frank whispers, fright lurking around the edges of his voice. "We should make sure that Ray isn't like this."

The other two just nodded. Hoping they wouldn't have to face the misery of their best friend as a flesh eating undead monster. Slowly the three of them got up and raced to the stairs, careful not to attract attention to themselves. They've learned from too many scary movies that going up an elevator in times like this is basically a suicide run. "Wait," Mikey stopped dead in his tracks about five steps up, "We don't even know what room he's in."

Gerard turned around and faced Frank and his brother, "They should have who's in the rooms somewhere up there."

Mikey nodded and they continued to climb up stair after stair until they got to the fifth floor. When Frank pushed open the metal door to get into the floor level they couldn't even take another step. The three of them just stared, mouths slightly dropping from the sight ahead of them. Blood stains and mangled bodies were lying everywhere. It seems like the people who were up here, are either dead, dying, gone or undead. Let's just hope that no one runs into any of the undead ones. "Careful where you step," Gerard stammered out, his voice shaking.

Carefully they mazed through the ripped apart corpses and the various liquids that drained out of them, so very careful not to step in anything. By the looks of everything around them, Frank knew that Ray couldn't have survived this, even though it was the most painful thing to admit to himself, it was true. He dared not to tell Gerard or Mikey, not sure if either of them are thinking the same thing. By the look on Mikey's face, he seemed to know, but there was still a sliver of hope left in Gerard that he seemed to know that they'll find Ray. What if he's right? What if Ray woke up before this whole epidemic broke out and hid in the closet!

They found their way to the main lobby where, what's left of the desk receptionist, laid plastered across the cushioned desk chair. All three of them quickly turned away from the gruesome sight. "They might have information written down where Ray is," Mikey pointed at the desk, not exactly looking right at it.

Gerard looked down. He didn't want to go over there and search through the desk with the shredded lady sitting centimeters away. It's different seeing this kind of stuff in movies versus real life. "I'll go find it," Frank piped up walking towards the desk.

Frank looked through the various papers and folders and documents all over the desk in search of what vital information that he was searching for. Gerard closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his stomach. All these dead bodies laying everywhere were starting to make him feel sick. Moments later he felt a hand on his shoulder and his little brother's voice as calm as he could manage, "It's gonna be OK, we'll get out of here soon, hopefully with Ray at our sides and we can battle this all together."

Again, Gerard slowly nodded at his brothers words, not speaking in fear that words wouldn't be the only thing falling from his mouth. Frank opened moved to the computer that, thankfully, still had power. He went to the list of patents and searched for 'Ray Toro'. "Jack pot," he whispered reading the screen.

Frank turned to Mikey and Gerard and continued, "He's in room 573."

"Come on, you can make it," Mikey said softly encouraging Gerard to follow.

Slowly Gerard started moving in the direction Frank was walking, "It'll be alright, Gee," Frank turned back facing the other two, "I'm not feeling the best right now either."

They eventually made it to Ray's room. The door was shut and it looked like things wanted to get it. Bloody hand prints streaked the gray surface. Avoiding the blood stains, Frank attempted to push the door open, "Something's blocking it, can you guys help me get it open?"

They both put their hands on the door and counted to three before shoving open the door. It didn't open much but the gap was barley enough room for them to squeeze through. Eventually the three of them squeezed through the small gap. The lights flickered in the shadowy room, "Hello?" Mikey whispered when the three were in.

There was a quite growl from other side of the room. "Ray?" Gerard managed to stagger out, "You in here?"

A hunched over figure limped out of the bathroom, his lips curled up in a vicious growl, crimson liquid dripping from his lips. His eyes were red and puffy and didn't seem to have any color in them at all. There was a large chunk of his left leg that seemed to be bitten off and the area around was soaked in blood. The arms and shoulders of the figure was scratched up with blood covering the whole surface. "Ray," Gerard whispered again.

Frank and Mikey exchanged worried glances. They knew what Gerard was going to do and prayed that he wouldn't do it. Ray was like a brother to him, well, so was Frank. "Gee," Frank whispered, "We should go, before he attacks."

Gerard didn't move, he just continued staring at the growling figure in front of him. "Gerard, come on," Frank's whisper grew a little louder and a little more edged with worry.

But still, Gerard didn't move. "Gerard! We have to get out of here!" Frank panicked yanking the door open wider.

This is what triggered Ray to charge at Gerard like a bullet shooting out of a gun. Despite the charging figure he stood still, still with fright. Ray tackled Gerard down to the ground trying to get a bite out of his skin. Gerard did his best to push Ray away from him. Mikey grabbed a lamp hit it against Ray's head, shattering into an infinate amount of pieces, knocking the snapping figure off his brother. Ray started to get up and Frank pulled off a table leg hit him in the side of the neck, causing Ray's neck to twist at an odd angle. Gerard staggered up, not taking his eyes off Ray. "Is he, you know, dead?" he managed to ask.

Sadness flickered in Mikey's eyes, "There's only one way to be sure."

"What's that?" Gerard asked.

"Cut the head off, destroy it," Frank added softly.

The room feel into a dead silence. The only sound that drifted through the room was the frightened breathing and the flickering of the light overhead. "I'll do it," Mikey managed to choke out. "After all I did beat him with a lamp."

Everything was telling him not to do it, and honestly, he wanted to listen to that. But there's a chance that Ray will awake up and kill everyone else in the room. Frank, Gerard and him still had a chance at survival. Lost in his thoughts, Mikey managed to make out Frank's voice, "He's waking up, Mikey, it's now or never."

Mikey took a deep breath and marched into the bathroom and smashed the mirror causing the reflective surface to fall all over the sink and tiled floor. He picked up the biggest piece he could find and walked over to Ray's twitching body. Mikey tightly gripped the glass, tiny red rivers flowing around it. The closer he got to the twitching body, the more rugged his breathing got, a tear rolled down his cheek as he brought the edge up over Ray's neck and whispered, "I'm sorry Ray," before forcing the glass down severing his friends head.

Gerard turned away, a tear slid from his eye as well. He knew his brother, the look on his face proved that this was the hardest and worst thing he's ever had to do. He silently wished that this didn't have to be the way the world ended. He wished that it could have ended up like in the Killjoy stories where they weren't My Chemical Romance any more but the fearless Killjoy rebels fighting for freedom from the Better Living Industries.

Mikey stood up, he felt as if his legs were made of jelly. He looked down at the blood soaked glass in his hand and threw it at the wall. It came to his mind again and again on what he just did. Almost like a movie of the glass striking down on Ray's throat replayed over and over in his mind. He wanted to kill himself, just to make the images stop. But somewhere in his mind, a thought erupted. Gerard and Frank would need him there. He needed them too. "It'll be alright Mikey," Frank managed to whisper, "It was for the best."

"No it wasn't!" Mikey snapped and turned around, facing Frank. His eyes seemed flicker with so many angry and depressed feelings. "This never would have happened if you would have never brought those fucking fish things in. You don't go around picking up random shit that was lying on the street!"

Frank looked down at his feet and closed his eyes, "I'm sorry."

"Mikey," Gerard said in quietly, "Don't be mad. We all could have picked them up if we saw them just laying there. We can't change the past. Frank didn't know that it had some zombie virus in it."

Mikey balled up his fists and gritted his teeth. "Are you fucking serious? Would you really pick up a bag of disgusting old goldfish crackers off the side of the street? Would you really now Gerard? Because I know I sure as hell wouldn't."

Frank let out an apologetic whimper and Gerard shook his head, "It doesn't matter anymore, we should get out here though."

"Where?" Mikey asked, rage still sparking in his voice.

" I don't know," Gerard answered looking down at Ray then up at Frank who was still looking down, "Somewhere away from here."

"OK," Frank stuttered looking up a little, "Let's go."

The three of them all left room 573 as quickly as possible, hoping to leave this whole mess behind them. "Stop," Mikey spoke, his voice no longer had the anger in it. "Frank I'm sorry I yelled at you, you too Gerard."

Frank and Gerard turned and listened to Mikey. Frank attempted to give Mikey a smile, "It's OK, I'm sure any of use would have snapped if we were in your situation."

Gerard nodded, "I'm sure that I would have."

Nothing was said for a while after that. They all went back down the stairs until they got down the first floor where the doctors, desk receptionist and the man who staggered in asking for help, were all laying across the floor terribly ripped apart. All three ignored the mess of people that were sprayed across the floor and exited the building. Everything outside seemed semi normal than when they first arrived. There was still people, now a little more frantically, driving on the road. Some seemed to have know idea for what they would soon have to witness. The three knew that soon everywhere they go may end up like the inside of the hospital. "We should go get some shit for when the breakout becomes much bigger than what we just saw. Then get somewhere safe, far away from everyone," Gerard told them, hopping into the van.

Frank nodded, "Good idea. Should we get food or supplies first?"

"Why don't we just head to Walmart and get both," Gerard suggested.

"Alright, Walmart it is," Gerard turned the key, causing the van to roar to life.