Gerard, Frank and Mikey sat in their seats at the Walmart parking lot. How was this going to work? That was the question on everyone minds, but who would be the first to ask? "So," Frank broke eerie silence and asked the million dollar question, "We gonna buy it or are we gonna steal it?"

"Well," Gerard started turning to Frank, "It is the beginning of the apocalypse. I don't think it would be much damage to our records if we go in and steal what we need. However, if we do need to pay, money most likely won't be an issue to everyone later on. What side are you on Mikey?"

Mikey said nothing. He just sat there staring out the fogged up window. Frank gave Gerard a sympathetic look and said quite enough for Mikey not to hear, "Give him time to pick himself up. Zombie or not, killing one of your best friend like that can put a major emotional toll on your shoulders."

Gerard gave Frank a quick nod then began speaking normal, eyeing up the large building that consumed half the parking lot, "We'll just take what we need to survive for now. It's a super center so there should be loads of shit to get. Food and supplies, almost like hitting two birds with one stone."

"Alright, everyone ready?" Frank eagerly grabbed at the door latch.

"Ready," Gerard answered then said as nicely as he could muster, "Come on Mikey, we're gonna need your help with this one."

Still nothing. Gerard turned to Frank with a sad look. Frank slowly shook his head and got out of the van. Gerard followed Frank's lead and stepped over to Mikey's door. Slowly he opened it, Mikey's eyes facing down towards the ground. He lightly put his hand on his little brother's shoulder and crouched down to his line of vision. "Come on Mikey, I know you can do this. You've helped me through tough times and I'm going to try the best to get you through this.

Gerard sidestepped so Mikey could climb out. After a few moments of him slowly climbing out of the van, Gerard gave Mikey a small hug, "It'll be OK."

"Let's just get this over with," Mikey said no higher than a whisper.

The other two agreed and all marched into Walmart. Well, they didn't really march, but walk into Walmart. They were all taken aback by the condition inside the multi item store. Most of the store clerks were rushing around the franticly crowded store collecting people who have fallen to the ground, screaming, trembling, crying…

"Think they ate bad goldfish too?" Frank whispered closely looking around at all the people running about.

"That's not funny, Frank," Gerard harshly whispered. He turned away from the subject ignoring what Frank warned, "Guys, just rush through, and throw any food or supplies that you think we'll need and throw them into a shopping cart. Then just run to the van and throw it all in, forget about paying."

The other two guys nodded, each grabbed a shopping cart and set off towards different parts in the store. Mikey made his way to the camping and hunting sections that were right next to each other. He gathered a large tent, flashlights, some cook where that was hanging on the shelves, three sleeping bags, matches, a few different types of knives and the few kinds of guns that were on the shelves that didn't shoot out pellets or BB's.

Frank went over to the medical isles and pulled down anything that my come in handy. There were a few various pain killer bottles, bandages and some other things that he didn't bother looking at what they were. On his way to the spot where the three were gonna meet to leave he went past the kitchen isle an grabbed a couple of packages of plastic plates and utensils then carried on to the meeting point.

Gerard pushed his cart over to the food department and grabbed a bunch of cans filled with fruit, vegetables, beans and soup. There were a few things in boxes and bags that grabbed as well that wouldn't rot or spoil. On the way back, Gerard could barley pay attention to anything but getting out of there so he didn't even notice the cart that was quickly pulling out of the mail isle of the supermarket part. Gerard looked up that the person whose cart he crashed into and his eye's widened a little more in shock. "Gerard? What are you doing this far from home during a zombie apocalypse?" the former drummer of My Chemical Romance asked.

"I um, we were on tour, playing a bunch of previous songs and stuff," Gerard said to him.

Bob nodded then looked down at the contents in his cart, "Stocking up I'm guessing?"

"Yeah, I'm getting food and Frank and Mikey are getting any other shit we'll need," he looked down at the various foods in the cart as well.

"What about Ray?" Bob asked a bit confused.

"He…" Gerard started not sure how to exactly word it out. "He didn't make it," he eventually put out.

"Oh," Bob frowned, "I'm sorry to hear that. However, I suppose I should get going before the people in my group start wondering if I became a zombie's soufflé.

Gerard half smiled at that, "Yeah, I should go too. Good luck staying alive, Bob."

"You too," Bob trailed off pushing the cart away.

Gerard did the same thing but went in a different direction, the way he was originally going. When he got near the doorway he saw Frank and Mikey already standing there waiting for him. Mikey was standing close to the cart with his hands enclosed tightly together and was slightly hunched over the handlebars. Frank was standing next to him trying to make conversation but seemed a little upset that nothing was coming out of Mikey. "Leave him alone Frank," Gerard sighed when he got close enough to them.

"What took you so long?" Frank looked over side stepping away from Mikey.

"Sorry, I just ran into Bob, literally," he responded not stopping the cart. "Come on let's go."

"Wow, really?" Frank's eye's widened a little following along, "Surprising to see him here wasn't it?"

"Yeah, he reminded me of something I can't believe I forgot," Gerard looked behind him to make sure that no one was following them to put everything back and that Mikey was following behind. "We need to go back to New Jersey and get our families. Make sure they are still alive."

Frank nodded, remembering his wife and kids at home. "Think they're ok?" he asked.

"I sure hope so," was all Gerard could say.

An awkward silence loomed over the three as they got everything to the van and started packing everything up. "I'm honestly not surprised that it already broke out in Walmart," Frank said when they got everything all loaded up.

"The amount of people that usually go their daily, I'm not surprised either," Gerard agreed getting into the driver's seat.

"So how are we going to travel until we get to New Jersey?" Frank asked after he climbed in as well.

"Somewhere far away from people. We should travel the back roads too just as a precaution," Gerard said as he backed out of his parking spot and drove out of the parking lot. As Gerard drove further he noticed there were more and more zombies crawling around everywhere. He looked up at the mirror at Mikey who was just sitting there with his forehead resting on the glass. He looked back at the road and hoped that he'll pull through this one day and go back to his old self, or at least something close. Of course, with a whole zombie apocalypse, it can cause even the strongest person to break eventually.

Eventually he drove out of the uprising city and the little towns around and got began driving through an area surrounded densely in trees. After a while Gerard looked around at the other two in the van. Mikey's head was still resting on the window but this time he was asleep, and even snoring very softly. Frank had his head hung over and seemed to be asleep as well. The sun was down for maybe an hour or two now and it was pretty dark so he pulled to the side of the road to fall asleep himself. "Calling it a night?" Frank asked sleepily when Gerard turned the ignition off.

"Yeah," he said closing his eyes and leaning his head back, "I'm just hoping this is all a terrible dream."

"Me too, I'm sure we're not the only ones who think that," Frank yawned.

Gerard gave a small nod and eventually fell asleep in the van's silence.

A few hours later Mikey woke up. Frank and Gerard were both sleeping in the front and all the windows were fogged up due to the cold night outside. At the moment he didn't feel tired enough to fall back asleep so he began drawing little lines on the window. Later he drew a fist sized lopsided circle after he got bored of drawing lines and looked through it. What caught him by surprise was what looked like someone in the trees watching. Part of him kind of wanted to investigate, but another part was bring up memories of horror movies of where one person would go check some mysterious thing out in the distance out and never be seen alive again. So Mikey just resulted in staying in the van watching it, trying to see if it'll move.

After a little bit of staring he came to realize that it was just a tree with some plant wound up on or near it. This struck a little relief in him and soon after dozed off once again. Yet the thought of 'maybe it isn't a plant' still circled around in his head even after he fallen asleep.

All three of them woke up at the dame time due to a loud banging on Frank's door. They all looked out the window at a group of people who were pointing guns strait at them. "Are they gonna shoot us?" Frank whispered.

"I sure hope not," Gerard whispered back, "We should see what they want though."

"They're probably going to take all our shit," Mikey grumbled quietly.

One of the guys outside banged on the window. "Hey, you three shouldn't be out here," he yelled lowering his gun a little but still keeping it up for precautions. "You guys probably don't know what's lurking around here."

"We know exactly what's out there," Gerard yelled back, avoiding rolling down the windows or opening the door.

"So you know about the zombies?" a lady in the crowd asked.

"Yeah," Frank answered her but then spoke a bit sadder, "One of our friends dropped down while we were performing yesterday and was rushed to the hospital where he, uh, turned…"

"Is he dead?" the first guy asked.

"Yes!" Mikey yelled, furiously looking out at the group of people outside the van, "He's dead! Let's let the whole universe know! Can everyone stop bringing it up?"

There was a silence among everyone for a few moments. "Mikey, they didn't know," Gerard eventually whispered.

"Yeah, sorry I guess," the guy outside the van said carefully not to trigger him again even though he knew nothing. "Why don't you three come with us. We're starting up a camp and we could really use the extra people."

Frank shook his head, "Sorry, but we're heading back home to New Jersey to get our families."

Once again the group outside fell silent, but this time pained expressions were settled on their faces. "You haven't heard, have you?" one of the ladies asked.

"Heard…what?" Gerard asked fearful of hearing what no one want's to hear.

"New Jersey, as long as a few other states around that area are completely quarantined. That's where the first break outs happened. It was so bad that they had to nuke the whole area to try to stop in infection from spreading around as bad. They got as many people as they could out but the didn't last long. Apparently the air before the nuking was so bad that you could barley last ten minutes without starting to feel like your lungs are on fire," she answered what no one ever want's to know as sympathetic possible.

The three in the van feel to a dead silence. Their eyes were all big and a couple of tears even feel from Frank's eyes. "Why don't follow us for now," she said softly.

Gerard nodded and turned the key causing the van to roar to life. The group outside disported away from the van and hopped into or on the back of the truck. The truck roared to life soon afterwards and began moving with Gerard began following behind not caring if they were leading themselves into a total disaster.

After a short drive the two vehicles drove into a small clearing that was littered with people. "Good thing Mikey got tents or we'd have to make the van our home for now," Frank said looking at the rows of tents.

Gerard pulled the van over and parked it near where all the other vans trucks and cars were parked. After he turned it off the all climbed out. "Should we start unpacking?" Frank asked the other two nervously looking around seeing if anyone was coming over to order them to do whatever.

Gerard shrugged and then someone started pointed at them and began yelling in a sly tone, "Hey, who's that weirdo over their with the bright red hair? Were they all out of pink so you had to go a little brighter?"

Almost everyone in the camp turned and looked at who that guy was pointing at. Off towards the back of the camp there were a few excited squeals, wonder why? It's not like they're famous or anything, wait, they have their own Wikipedia page so they must be. "Well," Gerard stepped forward, a smirk spread across his face, "I dyed my face this way because I wanted to. But I'm not going to mention anything about how your face looks like a potato that was run over several hundred times by a manure truck."

The girls who squealed before started laughing and stepped over to him. One of the girls snapped her fingers at him and went, "Oh, looks like you just got burned by Gerard Way."

"Gerard?" potato man asked confused, turning to the girls, "You know that freak and his pathetic little posse?"

"Hey-" Frank started but was stopped by Gerard putting his hand out in front.

"Not right now, we must watch this history in the making, the epic battle of Potato Man and The Fan Girl Trio," Gerard whispered.

"They're not freaks or pathetic," she continued shaking her head a little, "They are one of the best bands ever, My Chemical Romance."

"Yeah," the second girl agreed, but looked over at the band and got a little confused, "Wait, where's Ray?"

"Uh," Frank said quickly, looking over at Gerard who was trying to calm Mikey down. "I'll be right back," he told Gerard who just nodded as Frank went over to the trio of girls.

When Frank got over to the three girls, he spoke quietly so no one but them could hear, "He didn't make it."

Their mouths fell open and one of them covered it up. "Mikey had to, you know, finish off the job you could say. He hasn't talked much since then and feels really really bad about it, so please, don't bring it up 'cause he get's upset," Frank continued.

The girl who covered her mouth started having tears falling out of her eyes. "Shh, it's gonna be alright, Katie, don't cry," one of the girls soothed and gave Katie a hug.

"I know Mel, It's just," Katie sniffled and wiped away a few more stray tears, "I get so upset about stuff so easily and this just set me, over the edge."

"But that's why we're hear, to make everything that's bad feel better in way ways we can," the third girl said with a small smile.

Frank smiled then started walking away from them back to Gerard and Mikey. He hoped they would stay together through all this. Hopefully he won't have to witness the death of any more of his friends…but honestly, how far can all of this go without it all turning into a complete disaster?