"So what's the report for today?" A blond lady asked walking up to the six guys who entered the camp. "We all heard the shots and figured that you saw something."

"Yeah," Tyler nodded. "But incase you're wondering, no one got hurt."

"Except for those motherfuckin' zombies," Dave cheered.

"Hell yeah, we splattered them all over the land," the third guy added in.

She nodded and walked off with Tyler discussing something no one could really make out. Dave turned to Frank, Mikey and Gerard and said, "You three better do something than just standing there like the misfit at the dance."

"Well, it's not like you're doing anything right now," Mikey mocked.

Dave stepped forward about to protest but the other guy stepped in between them both, "Hey guys, there's no need to start a fight now."

"Like you know anything about stopping fights, Sam," Dave narrowed his eyes then walked off.

"Sorry 'bout him," Sam said when Dave was far enough away, "He can have a bit of a temper issue at times."

"It's alright," Gerard nodded, "We'll just try to stay away from him, or not get on his bad side, right Mikey?"

"Right," Mikey grumbled crossing his arms.

Sam nodded and walked off. "We should put our weapons away for now," Frank said looking at the rifle he was holding.

The two brother nodded in agreement and the three of them went over to their van to put them back where they pulled them out from. "What do you think all those girls were even doing there?" Frank asked after Gerard closed the back doors to the van.

Gerard shrugged, "Maybe it was a camping sight for them, or they al tried to fight the zombies off but they got ganged up on them and the zombies at them all alive."

"Or the zombies dragged them there so they'd have dinner plate of food," Mikey said causally.

"Do you think they could have though? You think they're really that smart?" Frank asked a little worried.

"You never know," Mikey said, "They were all humans once."

""I suppose, and if their worst thoughts were to come out after they turned and become them, and that's why the zombies act the way they do, then…" Gerard trailed off.

"Then…" Frank continued Gerard's train to thought, "We better make sure we don't turn into zombies because we can be a little messed up with our thoughts at times."

The three laughed a little, more of a nervous laugh than a real laugh. After the bit of awkward laughter they continued to stand there, in between the tent and van, silence stood with them. After a while the sound of Frank's stomach growling broke the silence away. "Uh…" Frank said a little embarrassed. "Sorry."

"Don't worry dude," Gerard smirked and directed the other two inside the tent. "I gotcha covered."

Once inside the tent, Gerard rolled over to one of the far corners that was stacked high in blankets. As he started digging into the pile, carefully pushing away some blankets, one of the spare sleeping bags fell from the fabric mountain and rolled over to the other side of the tent where Mikey and Frank sit in wait. Finally Gerard pulled out a bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos and tossed them over to Frank. "Don't you eat them all now Frankie, save them for the rest of us."

"Please, I'm not that much of a pig," Frank rolled his eyes then pulled apart the top of the bag.

Mikey outstretched his hand out in front of Frank waiting for him to put some chips into his hand. "Get some yourself, I'm not your mom," Frank pushed Mikey's hand away while munching on a few chips.

"Fine," Mikey sighed and dug his hand into the bag trying to grab a hole of as many as he could.

Before Mikey could pull his hand out, Gerard plunged his hand into the bag causing his brother to drop all the chips in his hand. "Hey," Mikey whined, "Why'd you do that? All I wanted to do was get some chips!"

"You can have some," Gerard said then put a chip into his mouth, "But I get some first."

"Oh yeah, and why is that?" Mikey raised and eyebrow.

"Because," Gerard gave a triumphant grin, "I'm the older brother."

Mikey narrowed his eyes for a moment then reopened them, giving his brother an evil little grin. He snagged the bag of chips out of Frank's hand which resulted in a little whine coming from Frank. Mikey held the bag close to him and said, "Well then I'm the spoiled little brother who get's to keep the whole bag of chips to himself."

Gerard shrugged, "Whatever, I got a whole pile of chips and other stuff that I can 'keep to myself' as well."

Frank glanced over to the mound of food that Gerard pulled the bag out of chips from. He went over to take a peek inside and saw it was filled with cans of fruit and vegetables, bottles of water, a few different kinds of soda, a whole array of chip flavors, cookies and some other various packages of food. "Holy shit, Gee, how did you fit all this stuff in here?"

"Organization my good friend," Gerard said then covered back up the stash with the blankets Frank lifted up.

"So Mikey…about your bag of chips," Gerard started.

"Yeah, yeah," Mikey stubbornly said and threw the bag in the middle of the tent.

"Good boy," Gerard smiled and pulled a few triangle chips out of the bag.

"I'm not a dog," Mikey frowned.

"Well, remember that one time, Mikey, when you bit me like a dog," Frank winked at Mikey then started laughing.

"What?" Gerard gasped in shock.

Frank began laughing a little harder, "Just kidding! Me and Mikey never did anything remotely close to that. Don't get your socks in a bunch."

"Well, no offence to you Frank, but I don't swing that way," Mikey sighed a little covering his eyes.

"Don't worry, Mikey, I completely understand. But your big brother however…" Frank said, unnecessarily slurring his words towards the end glancing over at Gerard.

"No no no no, come on Frank, let's not start on that," Gerard shook his hands back and forth a little, freaking out a little.

Now Frank was laying on his side laughing, "Of course, Gee," he managed to say, "I just wanted to see the expression that you'd end up making."

Mikey lightly patted his brother's back, "It's alright, I know you guys don't do that, anymore."

Gerard pushed Mikey away and started to panic a little bit more, "No! We never did anything of what you're probably thinking of! I mean sure, a few kisses on the stage but nothing else!"

"Calm down, we're just messing with you," Frank said trying to act as serious as possible.

"Sure, messing with me, more like trying to make me move out of here and move to Cuba," Gerard said sarcastically, calming down a little.

Frank pushed the bag of Doritos closer to Gerard with his foot, "Here, why don't you eat some more chips. By the power invested in me, these chips will make you feel all so much better."

Gerard gave a small laugh and pulled a handful of the orange triangle chips out of the bag. "We better make sure that when we get outside that all the chip remaining are off our fingers so no one comes after us."

"You mean like Dave," Frank raised an eyebrow, "He'd probably make us give up our whole stash and keep it to himself.

"And that's most likely what he'd end up doing," Mikey agreed. "If he wants them so bad, then why doesn't that asshole go and get some himself."

"Something tells me that you don't really like him," Gerard said after he finished munching in on another chip.

"I have my reasons why," Mikey said glumly.

"Alright, so, are we really going to stay with all these people or are we going to go off on our own?" Frank asked.

"Well, we can't go back to New Jersey, cause, you know," Gerard said sadly. "But what we do have is this group and hopefully this group will give us protection and maybe we can even save some people too."

"But," Mikey started and rose a finger, "More people means the zombies have a bigger chance of finding out where we all are."

Gerard sighed, "Well, whatever happens, we're all sticking together, no matter what. If Ray was here, I'm sure he'd agree with that."

"But if one of us turns," Frank began quietly, "Are we going to end up with the same fate as him, being killed by one of your best friends?"

No one answered Frank's question. They all just sat there staring at the bag of chips in the middle of them, eating the chips as quietly as they could until they were all gone. "Anyways," Frank said, looking up and breaking the silence, "That was a lovely dinner for our first day."

"Oh yeah," Gerard smiled a little, "It's the type of wonderful that our parents would kill us if we were little and they caught us eating junk food for dinner. But now we're adults and we can eat whatever we want."

"Even if we wanted to eat a blade of grass for dinner, no one's stopping us because we're old enough to make our own decisions," Frank smiled.

"Yeah, cause grass would be your first choice for a meal," Gerard said a bit confused, then picked up the bag and tucked it neatly into the box.

"I wonder what everyone else is doing right now," Mikey asked out loud then went over to the tent and unzipped the tent's flap door.

"Whatever they're doing, they probably don't care if we're out there or not," Gerard said looking over at the little opening that Mikey already unzipped.

"Because…" Frank said making sure he got everyone's attention, "Because we're too cool for them."

Gerard nodded, "Yeah, because we're the coolest cat's in town."

"What?" Mikey said and almost burst out laughing, "Who even says that anymore? Where are you from, the 1950's?"

"I have no idea," Gerard shook his head a little, "I think I heard mom or grandpa or somebody say that to me when I was little."

"Oh yeah," Mikey stopped laughing and though for a moment, "I think I remember hearing someone say that too. Well, other than you of course."

"Yes, good, memories are flooding back in that little brain of yours," Gerard smirked.

Mikey was just about to say something when Frank interrupted, "What time is it?"

"Um, I think my cell phone is still alive," Gerard said rummaging through his pockets, "Got it, it's 3:42 PM. Or 15:42 if you go in military time."

"I see, so we have a while yet until the day ends, what should we do now?" Frank asked.

"Well, we could…" Gerard began but was cut off by the sound of screaming on the other side of camp.

Not even a second later, a sting of gunshots followed. The three of them in the tent peeked out of the zipper flap out at the sight. Zombies were everywhere attacking almost everyone. Gerard, Mikey and Frank seemed to be the only three at the side they were at. "Shit," Gerard whispered. "We gotta get out of here."

Mikey gave a small sarcastic laugh, "Hey, no kidding."