Come nightfall, Frank, Mikey and Gerard were all settled into the largest tent that Mikey managed to run off with on their heist trip to Walmart. Thankfully the tent was big enough for all of them to fit in nicely without feeling squished. After the three got all comfortable in the sleeping bags, Gerard looked up at Frank and Mikey and said sarcastically, "Well that was quite a wonderful first day here at the camp."
Frank gave a small half hearted laugh and nodded, "So what kind of exciting adventures do you think will await us tomorrow?"
Gerard shrugged and started began closing his eyes. Frank leaned up a little to see if Mikey was awake, because honestly, he just wanted to talk a little. But Mikey was laying down facing opposite of everyone, face towards the wall. Frank sighed to himself and laid back down, falling asleep soon after.
Once again, Mikey was the first to wake up. However by the looks of the light filtering in through the tent walls, it didn't pay to fall asleep again. The shadows of the tree branches and leaves seemed to be dancing back and forth on the tent wall and falling back onto the three in the tent. Carefully Mikey squirmed out of his sleeping bag and unzipped the tent, stepping outside. For the start of a zombie apocalypse, it was quite a beautiful morning. There were birds in the trees chirping their musical tone and a soft breeze that that felt like a gentle touch to the skin.
Behind him in the tent, Mikey could hear slight rustling noises but died down a moment later. Someone in the tent, whether it's Gerard or Frank, was making some kind of noise that was too quite to be a snore but yet too loud to be just breathing. Mikey shook his head and began taking a short walk though some parts of the camp. Of coarse, there were a few others up and about at the moment. Hopefully they'll be nothing to worry about, after all, he is one of the new guys.
After about a minute or so of walking, Mikey got bored and decided to slip into the surrounding woods. Granted they were told not to enter due to possible zombies roaming around, it didn't really faze him. Walking around in the woods tends to unlock that box in your mind where you end up getting real deep in thought of many things. One of the subjects that he pulled out of that box was the phenomenon of life and death. Two parallel dimensions intertwining with reality. What's life without death, and what's death without life. Truth be told, everything has to come to an end at some point, no matter how long you try to make it last. They always say to 'life life to the fullest' but how much of a difference can just one person make? Take a look in the history books and you can find so many different examples, whether it's good or bad, big or small. Everyone has a reason to be here, if the paradox of whatever goes on around the universe didn't mean for you to be there, then you probably wouldn't' have ever been born. Some people give up on this, but suffering can be the first step to healing. You need to experience the pain to fully understand how to change the world.
Lost deep in the thought of rummaging through that mind box, Mikey almost tripped over a large rock, falling into a pond. Now fully focused on his surroundings, he takes a better look at the pond around him. Tall grass surrounded the pool of water and intertwined with the rocks placed around. The trees that patched the outside of the small watered area seemed to flow in the breeze so peaceful. The sensation the small area brought cause Mikey to smile the tiniest bit, this was the first time he smiled since the incident with Ray. "I just hope that this spot right here stays this perfect for generations on to see," Mikey whispered to himself looking down at the rippling water.
Then a different thought entered his mind, 'How long will I be around to enjoy this place though?'
Mikey pushed away that thought and sat on the soft grass and leaned up against a large tree. "Maybe today might be a good day after all," he muttered to himself and closed his eyes embracing the feeling and sound that was echoing around him.
After who knows how longs, Mikey woke up to someone franticly shaking his shoulder, "Mikey!" someone was yelling, "What the fuck are you doing here? Didn't you hear the people say not to stray from the camp? You're lucky that I found you and not some flesh eating zombie!"
Mikey opened his eyes and saw a very pissed off, yet worried Gerard looking down at him. "Oh, I…um…" Mikey stuttered and stood up, "I just wanted to be alone for while?"
Gerard closed his eyes and took a breath before starting up again, "Look, I don't want to loose you just because you wandered off. I'm still your big brother so I'm still going to have that instinct to watch over you and make sure that you don't get yourself killed. So next time, please, let me know that you're going to wander off somewhere so I'm not thinking of the worst case scenario of what could be happing to you."
Mikey looked down at the ground, for a moment he thought that they were still little kids and Gerard was scolding him for getting trouble at school or something. "It's ok," Gerard eventually said. "I'll take a bit to adjust to this new way of life. But just, try not to go and wander where ever you want alone anymore, alright?"
Mikey nodded, "Alright."
"Good," Gerard said, "Now let's get back to camp. Frank stayed there, just incase you returned."
When the two brothers entered the camp, the searched for Frank who was standing by the tent. "Mikey!" Frank almost yelled loud enough for China to hear, "There you are, I though you were Mikeynapped!"
Mikey half smiled at Frank's choice of words, "It's ok Frank, I'm ok. Besides who would…Mikeynap me?"
Frank rolled his head around as in stating the obvious, "Well, zombies, people, I mean you are in a band and you never know who could be looming around in the shadows."
"As you can see right now, I'm fine," Mikey said pointing his hands at himself.
Frank just simply nodded. "So what now?" Gerard asked breaking the short silence.
The three of them stood there thinking of what the plan was. If nothing ever happened they probably be traveling to their next show. But, we all know that might not happen for a while. But of coarse if this was a dream, then it would but who knows how this will all turn out. "Maybe we could go around the camp and see if anyone need's any help, or familiarize ourselves with everyone so we don't end up being the neighborhood dicks."
Gerard nods, "That wouldn't be good now would it. So I guess that'll work."
"Hopefully no one will push us away because of how we look like what happened yesterday," Frank said a little worried.
"Yeah, but they'll have to suck it up on how the standers were, because now with the zombies, it's a whole new world and…" Gerard started.
"Wait," Mikey interrupted. "Did you just quote from The Little Mermaid?"
Gerard paused for a moment before answering, "N…no."
Frank gave an amused grin and shook his head a bit, "Leave it to Gerard to quote from a princess movie to explain the apocalypse."
"Shut up," Gerard mumbled crossing his arms.
Frank gave a small laugh, "Anyways, we should start going around before we get yelled at for doing nothing."
Gerard uncrossed his arms and nodded. "Alright, lettuce leaf to go find something to do."
"Wha…" Mikey started but decided to just stop.
As the three started to circle around the camp they noticed a lot of different people looking at them, some of the faces seemed to be 'disgusted that they could make themselves look like that' and others were 'psyched that a band they knew of here and still alive'.
"Maybe we should just go back to the tent and hide forever, I'm afraid that someone here might go psycho on us and tie us up to a tree," Frank whispered to Mikey and Gerard.
Gerald half smiled, "We'll have to come out to get food sometime, Frankie."
"Hey look, it's those three girls from yesterday," Frank said motioning towards the three teenage girls they met up with yesterday.
"Oh yeah, maybe we should ask them if they know what we should be doing instead of wandering around like a trio of idiots," Gerard said.
They approached the trio of girls who were sitting in a circle, or rather a triangle talking about who knows what. "Hey," Frank asked when the three guys approached the girls, "Do you know what we're suppose to do or are they going to just announce something for everyone to do?"
"You know, like helping someone or with something or you know," Gerard scratched the back of his head unsure where he is going with that sentence.
One of the girls had a devious smile on her face, "Oh, I bet I know a few thing you could 'help me' with."
The one with the long blue and blond hair gasped, "Abby! I can't believe you would say that to them! Now they're going to get freaked out by us and never talk to us ever again."
Abby laughed, "Geeze Mel, relax, I was just kidding. You guys know that right."
"Y…yeah," Gerard stuttered, Mel was right, he kind of was getting a little freaked out by all this.
"Well, honestly, you and her aren't, but maybe a little on Abby," Frank said quietly.
"Don't want to hid anything do you Mikey?" Gerard laughed a little bit.
"S…sorry," Abby said a bit embarrassed, turning away.
"Hey! You three guys over there," someone yelled behind them, "You ever handle guns before?"
Gerard, Mikey and Frank all turned around and saw the small group of guys with a gun slung around their back. "Kind of," Gerard shrugs.
"Well you're gonna have to learn a little bit more then 'kinda' if you're gonna survive out here," he said.
"I brought a few guns with us before we came here," Mikey said motioning towards their van.
"That'll have to do for now," the other man nodded, "Maybe we'll find some weapons somewhere while patrolling the area."
Frank and Gerard and followed Mikey to where he stashed the guns in the van. "I suppose that's the best quality you could get at, after all Walmart doesn't really have the best quality in gun supply," Frank mumbled looking at the small pile of guns wrapped up in the back of the van.
"Well, like that guy back there said, they'll have to do for now," Gerard said grabbing a random one off the pile. "I don't suppose you took any bullets?"
"Yeah, over there," Mikey nodded pointing to a small stack of boxes.
Gerard started loading the weapon and Frank and Gerard grabbed their own guns and started putting bullets into them.
"Ready?" the guy who asked them to come with asked when the three closed the Van's back door.
"Ready," Gerard nodded.
"Good," he said. Then a little more louder he pointed at the woods and continued, "Alright, let's go."
Mikey, Gerard and Frank all stayed behind the other three, they knew where they were going, not the three band members. "Dave, what are we going to do when we meet up with one of these dumb ass zombies?" the guy who wasn't the leader or Dave asked.
"We're going to blow their brains out that's what we're going to do," Dave yelled happily pumping his fist triumphantly up into the air.
The three guys ahead busted out into laughter and continued to talk about the various ways to kill any zombie that they may run into. Some of their wonderful ideas were to throw grenades at them and watch them splatter all over the trees. Another way was to cut their heads off with the various knives that they have stashed around the camp. Then they started to joke about keeping some captive and torture them to talk about their leader and what they want with us. "This isn't an alien invasion it's a fucking virus," Gerard whispered to himself quiet enough that barely even himself could hear what he said.
Eventually the group of six came to a dead stop, "Shh," the guy in the front whispered, "You hear that?"
"Yeah, that's the sound of your mom screaming as I…" Dave started.
"Dude, don't. Just don't," the guy in the front frowned. "It sounds like something is eating someone."
"Oh yeah Tyler, that's what I was doing to your mom," Dave flashed Tyler a devious smile at getting to continue his 'words of torture'.
"Dave, shut the fuck up! Listen," Tyler snapped, but still held onto his hushed tone.
All six of them stood in silence, listening to the faint noise of chewing carried through the area. Whoever that is, they sure have bad table manners. I'm sure it's mother would have been quite pissed off at the noise they're making while enjoying their meal. After a while the noise stopped and was replaced by the new sound of bushes crunching. "Weapons ready," Tyler ordered, still in his whispered tone, pointing his gun at the rustling.
The other five raised their guns and pointed at the heap of trunkless trees that was littered around the area. Not even a moment later a zombie rushed out of the mass of bushes and charged at them. Someone really should teach it how to stand up properly and to wipe it's mouth after meals because whom ever was being digested is smeared all over his mouth. Dave was the first one to pull the trigger right after it charged out, causing it to almost flip backwards and land on the ground.
That single gunshot echoed throughout the forest and about ten or so more began charging at them. Jesus, someone really should teach these guys some manners, not that it matters because they're all being shot down at this thought is being possessed.
After the heard was all shot down all six looked around cautious for any more to flood through the bushes. "Why do you think there was so many?" the third guy who's name was still unknown asked.
Dave shrugged, and Mikey took a few steps towards where they were all emerging out of and turned back to the others, "I think this may be the reason why."
Everyone else's curiosity spiked up and went to go check out what the reason was. Several people were all spread out across a grassless area of land, half eaten of coarse. Another thing to add to the list of poor manors that the zombies have, didn't even finish a proper meal.
"Damn," Dave said turning to survey the half eaten corpses laying around. A few limbs were tossed around, the blood flowing from the bodies was spread around so much from the zombies trampling all over them turned the grass almost completely red. "Why do you think they were all here in this spot in the first place?"
"Who knows," Tyler said turning away, "Trying to get away maybe? But we should check the area around some more to make sure there isn't any more wandering around."
The rest of the group agreed and they continued their patrol of the forest in what seems like a five mile perimeter of the camp.
