\Oddly enough, because the three of them were at the other end of camp the zombies stayed away from them at the moment. Maybe it was because of all the better meat over in the attack zone. But still, Frank, Mikey and Gerard acted quickly, throwing everything in the back of the van. The people over there fighting were either dying, being eaten or being turned and the three of them didn't want to risk being either. A few zombies ventured over towards the trio but Frank managed to cut their heads off with a machete that he found in the van. "Come on Frank!" Gerard yelled as he and Mikey were climbing into the van.
Frank ran over and threw oven the side door and quickly climbed in. Gerard already had the engine running by the time Frank pulled open the door and by the time it was closed they were already moving. Mikey peered out the window at the group of zombie that were chasing after the van. "Where to now?" Gerard asked while navigation through the clump of woods.
"Hopefully there's an abandoned cabin or shack or something like that around here," Frank said. A bit of panic was still intertwined with his voice.
Gerard nodded, "Alright, everyone keep your eyes peeled for something to stay in."
After a little while later the undead people were gone, probably went back to the feast of the previous campers. "There!" Mikey shouted, pointing out the window.
Gerard looked out Mikey's side and saw what his little brother was pointing at. It looked like a very small old style cabin, that needed a major fix up. Other than that it seemed fine, I mean, you'd take anything you got to hide in during a zombie apocalypse, right? "We should check it out before we move all our stuff in," Frank suggested picking up his machete, "You never know if there's someone, or something, lurking around in there."
Gerard half smiled and shook his head, "Geeze Frankie, don't get too excited with that thing."
"All you need is a hockey mask and we can start calling you Frason," Mikey joked.
The three of them began laughing. After the laughter calmed down Gerard turned behind him to Frank, "OK, let's go, Frank, hand me a gun."
Frank nodded and looked behind the seat at the weapon pile, then pulled out a small, green plastic water gun. He handed it to Gerard and as seriously as possible he said, "Here, this big enough?"
Gerard glared at Frank and asked, "Answer me this, how the hell am I suppose to kill a zombie with a squirt gun?"
Frank shrugged, "With acid?"
"No," Gerard said and Frank turned around, putting the gun back and pulled out a rifle.
"This better?" Frank asked offering the weapon to Gerard.
"Much," Gerard accepted it and unlocked the door.
He looked over at his brother who was oddly grinning and trying not to start laughing. Frank handed Mikey the other rifle in the back and the three of them then got out to investigate. Before Gerard turned the door knob, he looked back at the other two and said quietly, "Be ready for anything."
Slowly he turned the handle then flung open the door. The three of them aimed their weapons in different directions. Gerard and Mikey both started laughing as Frank began wildly swinging the machete around as a bird flew up over them. "Calm down," Gerard said when the bird was gone, "It was just a bird, not a flying zombie."
Frank turned to Gerard, his eyes narrowed, "Fuck off Gerard. You probably would have done the same thing if some bird was doing a kamikaze attack toward your head."
"Please, I'm not afraid of anything," Gerard gave a cheesy grin while he crossed his arms and closed his eyes.
"Oh really?" Mikey said quickly right up to Gerard's ear causing his older brother to nearly fall backwards, his finger slipping on the trigger blowing a hole in the wall.
Frank and Mikey looked at the bullet hole in the wall then back at Gerard then at each other then back at Gerard. "That doesn't prove anything," Gerard almost growled pointing at the wall. "What it does prove is that Mikey nearly ruptured my ear drum."
"Sure," Frank nodded and leaned against the wall, "But we do know that nothing is here or else Gerard's gun shot would have brought it over by now."
"I guess we should start moving in now?" Gerard suggested turning towards the door.
"I guess," Frank nodded again and the three of them went back outside. And of course, two zombies were creeping forward towards them.
"Come on!" Frank yelled, almost dropping his machete. "All I wanted to do was to get the shit from the van into this nice little cabin here, but no! You assholes had to come over and ruin my good mood!"
Frank dramatically stomped his way over to the two blood soaked men, at least they looked like men. What ever they were they must not have gotten enough to eat from the last victim they devoured. "You two are lucky that red goo dripping from your mouth isn't dripping onto this nice deck here or else I would find something to blow you bastards away."
As quickly as he could, Frank slid the blade through the necks of both of them turning the undead back to dead. After they were both disassembled, Frank then kicked the heads in the opposite direction of the van and watched them roll off.
Mikey and Gerard watched Frank and thought he may he gone a little man. "Um...Frank, you alright?" Gerard asked taking a step forward.
"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine," Frank turned around with a smiled across his face again.
"OK," Mikey nodded, "Then let's 'get the shit from the van into this nice little cabin here',"
They were much more careful of unloading all the stuff then loading it up over an hour and a half ago. After another hour passed of them moving everything into the cabin and it all being placed in it's right place, they finally finished. "Home sweet home, for now I guess," Gerard sighed dropping down onto the middle of the couch.
"You know what's weird about all this?" Frank asked sitting down next to him.
"You mean the fact that we're in a zombie apocalypse?" Mikey asked going over to a blank area of the wall and standing next to it.
"Not that, the fact that Gerard here has lasted this long without having a cup of coffee," Frank turned to look right at Gerard.
Gerard awkwardly laughed, "Yeah, I guess."
"So what now?" Mikey asked as he began picking at the peeling wallpaper that was layered across the walls.
Gerard looked at his little brother, starting to get annoyed, "Well, you can stop picking at the wall for starters. You might just end up picking a hole right through the wall."
Mikey stuck his lip out and pouted a bit before he walked over to the small bed pressed against the wall. "But really," Frank said picking back up the subject that Mikey asked, "What are we going to do from now on?"
Gerard sunk a little deeper into the couch, "I don't know, we'll just deal with it when the time comes."
Frank let out a very tiny giggle at Gerard's response. He rolled his eyes and lightly shoved Frank to the side, "Dude, you have a dirty mind. I didn't mean it like that."
"Only 69% of it is dirty, the other 31% is squeaky clean," Frank acted as if he was pointing out a fact.
Gerard covered his face with his hands and laughed, "Wow, Frankie you're a complete nutcase."
"I try," Frank grinned triumphantly.
"So..."Mikey started as he began picking at the foam stuffing sticking out of a hole in the small bed, "What about right now? Anything or we going to just sit here?"
"We could play bingo!" Frank said excitedly.
"Do we even have any bingo boards?" Gerard asked taking one of his hands off his head.
"Um..." Frank searched the contents of the tiny cabin, "I really don't know."
"Well, if you find some let me know," Gerard yawned, and covered his face back up.
Frank let out another giant smile and bounced up searching around the one room cabin. He searched around, looking in cabinets, boxes and then he came across a giant chest. Before he could do anything with it he heard Mikey's voice echo through the room, "Is there even a bathroom here?"
"Outhouse out back," Gerard mumbled.
"Beautiful," Mikey said without even looking at it.
Frank tried to open the chest but it seemed to be sealed shut, "Hey guys, can you help me get this open?"
"Sure," Gerard said getting up off the couch. "You coming to help too, Mikey?"
"I suppose," Mikey shrugged and got up to help Frank.
All three of them gripped the edge of the chest and yanked it open. As soon as it was open a fowl smell circled them in the air. They all jumped back at the dead smell radiating out of the chest, covering their noses in the process. "What the hell is in there?" Gerard spat turning away from the decaying smell.
"Smells like that one time when that cat died outside the house," Mikey coughed.
"Oh yeah, who wants to be the one to check it out?" Gerard asked, looking at the chest who's cover has now fallen back down after the intense smell almost blinded them and burned their noses off. The fact that it seemed like sun was sitting right outside the window didn't help.
"I'd say you Frank, you're the one who wanted it open so bad," Mikey said turning back to Frank.
"But..." Frank began to protest.
"I'm not gonna stay in here knowing there's probably a dead thing in here," Gerard said looking right at Frank.
Frank turned away and stumbled towards the trunk. Carefully he reopened the top. As soon as he opened it, the smell him like a bird crashing into the window. Mikey and Gerard didn't seem to be as affected at it at the moment as Frank was. After a few coughs and waving his hand around to try to separate the smell from the good air, Frank opened his eyes back up and looked down into the chest. The sight almost caused Frank to throw up, and the smell that was still around sure didn't help the sight. "It...it looks like someone beat up a mummy and stuff the remains in here."
"Nasty," Gerard wheezed at the smell stalking the brothers in back again. "close the cover and chuck the box outside."
"Um..." Frank said dropping the cover, "It's a chest, not a box."
Gerard gave Frank another annoyed look, "I don't care what it's called, lets just get it out of here."
Frank shrugged, "Whatever," then went over to one side and tried to pick it up.
Gerard went over to the other end of the chest and the two of them tried picking it up. "Fuck, this thing must weigh a ton," Gerard said releasing his grip on the handles.
He turned over to Mikey who was, once again, picking at the peeling wallpaper on the wall, "Mikey!" Gerard scolded, "Stop picking at the wall and help us with this!"
Mikey dropped his hand from the wall and turned to his brother. "Not with that attitude."
There was a slight silence between the three of them. Then the silence was broken when Gerard let out a frustrated sigh and spoke in a 'calm' voice, "Alright, please help us."
Mikey closed his eyes and flashed his older brother a smile then walked over to help the other two carry the chest outside. On the count of three they lifted it and slowly walked out of the of the cabin. Once they got off the porch they flung the chest out in the tangled trees out off to the side of small makeshift driveway out in the front. "Well," Frank said once it was thrown, brushing his hands together, "That was fun."
"Oh yeah," Gerard rolled his eyes once again, "Hours of enjoyment. Why don't you go look and see if we forgot any boxes in the van, maybe you'll find your lost bingo boards."
Frank's face lit up at the mention of the beloved bingo boards, "OK!"
After Frank practically dove into the van on his bingo board hunt, Gerard turned to Mikey and asked, "You wanna go back inside while Frank searches for the bingo boards that I'm pretty sure we don't have?"
"Sure, why not," Mikey shrugged and began heading in, "Have fun, Frank," he called over his shoulder before he went through the door.
Gerard looked back at Frank who was rummaging throughout the cardboard boxes with his tongue slightly sticking out, eyes fixed on the contents inside the brown and white boxes. Gerard shook his head at Frank's odd antics and went inside the temporary home that might not be so temporary.
