Gerard was the first to wake up. Him and his brother managed to find a deck cards laying in on of the cabinets so they played them until they got sick of the card games and fell asleep. Frank was laying on the small bed with the pillow clutched in his arms. He must not have found any bingo boards or else he would have woken up the other two for sure. Gerard then turned his attention to a small pile of boxes sitting next to the door. His curiosity spiked so he got up to see what is hidden inside the boxes. Slowly he got up, careful not to wake Mikey, and made his way over to the boxes. "Oh Frank," Gerard said to himself when he opened the first box, "These are suppose to stay in the van. There's no room for this all to fit in here."

Carefully he opened the door and picked up the boxes to bring them back out. "Hey!" he heard Frank leap out of his bed to come over to the boxes, "What are you doing?"

"Putting the boxes back in the van, we have no room for them in here. Even if we do find room, it'll be too cluttered," Gerard reminded.

"But the floor right there was the perfect place for them, no one was tripping over them or anything," Frank argued.

"That's because everyone was asleep when they were brought in," Gerard rolled his eyes.

"Please Gee," Frank begged trying to give him his best puppy dog eyes, "Leave them there for now, please?"

Gerard let out a long sigh and eventually caved in, setting the boxes back where they were before. "Fine, but why do you want a bunch of random crap that was stashed in the boxes here anyways?"

"So we have something to do!" Frank said in a cheery voice, "There's loads of stuff in there that we can all do!"

"Whatever," Gerard shook his head and turned back to Mikey, "We should wake him up and make sure there's no zombies circling around the cabin."

"That's a good idea," Frank nodded, "But you should wake him up."

"Why me?" Gerard asked turning back to Frank.

"Because he's your little brother and," Frank started then grabbed Gerard's collar and growled, "You guys made me open that box."

Gerard pulled away from Frank's grip and walked over to Mikey. He shook Mikey's shoulder and said, "Mikey, come on, get up."

The shaking caused him to half wake up because he swatted at Gerard to go away. "Mikey," Gerard shook his shoulder a little more stretching out the 'i'.

"Fuck off," Mikey grumbled.

"Language mister, I'm not going to have to tell on you for saying such bad words, am I?" Gerard said acting like his mother.

"I'll get off the couch and that's it," Mikey said falling sideways so he was face down on the arm rest.

Gerard backed up and nodded, "Alright, come on off."

And with that Mikey rolled off the couch onto the floor. "Damn it, Mikey," Gerard crossed his arms, "That's not what I ment."

"It's what I meant," he said from the floor.

"Fine," Gerard turned away, "Frank and me will just let you lay here with the door wide open for someone to wander in and eat you. Come on Frank."

Frank and Mikey both watched as Gerard walked out the front door. "Come on Frank," he repeated when he saw Frank wasn't behind him.

With one last look at Mikey, Frank hurried out the door to meet up with Gerard. "Hey, come on guys, don't leave me here!"

Mikey got up and rushed out the door to find the other two just leaning against the back doors of the van. "Funny," Mikey complained.

"Hey, it got you up, didn't it?" Gerard smirked.

"So, are we going to be walking or riding in the van?" Frank asked.

"Walking of course," Gerard turned to Frank, "The van makes way too much noise and it's really hard to maneuver through some areas of trees."

"I suppose," Frank looked down at his hands.

"Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of," Gerard said.

Frank looked and nodded then they all set off to patrol close around the cabin, careful not to stray to far in fear of not being able to get back. After about five minutes of walking Frank asked, "You guys think there's anything around here? I mean, we've been out here forever it seems and still haven't come across anything."

"Of course there's some around somewhere, it's not like they disappeared over night," Gerard shook his head looking farther into the trees, "And it hasn't been forever, probably five minutes."

"Oh," Frank said.

"But, let's just hope we don't run into any," Mikey added in.

"If we do," Gerard started, "It'll probably be a small group. I mean, if it was a big group we probably would have heard or seen some kind of trace of them by now, right?"

"Well, it only has been about five minutes," Frank reminded.

"Let's just try to not to be zombie chow, shall we?" Mikey said.

Gerard gave a small, tense laugh, "Yeah, that would be pretty bad."

After that the three of them walked in silence for a little further beyond that point. "Shh," Mikey stopped, "You hear that?"

The other two stopped and listened and hear what Mikey was hearing, somewhere around them something was moving around, making a low sound that sounded like a mixture of gargling and a growl. "What is that?" Frank whispered.

"Zombie maybe, but keep your weapons raised," Gerard responded quieter than Frank.

Mikey and Frank both followed Gerard's lead and slowly they peeked through the tree line until they broke through to a small clearing. The sight and smell was gruesome. Unknowingly they trio wound up in the sight they were previously camping in. It almost looked like they stepped into Hell, minus the fire of course. Dead body parts and blood mopped out from one end of the tree's to another. There was one hell of a battle that went down and their former camp mates must not have went down easy. Arms, legs, heads, things that are suppose to be kept inside your body were spread out like a buffet table and where's there's food, there's going to be hungry people, or in this case, zombies. They were everywhere, feasting like this was the last meal ever. "What should we do?" Frank whispered as quite as he could trying not to make his voice he heard among the undead walking about.

"Slowly and carefully back out, then when we're all the way out, we run," Gerard whispered equally as quiet back.

By the sound of his voice, he was terrified, of course, Frank's voice showed fear as well. Who wouldn't be afraid in a situation like this though? Step by careful step the three of them began walking backwards out of the edge of the clearing. But Frank, not being able to see what was behind him tripped on a raised tree root and fell onto the ground with a loud crash, causing some fallen sticks snap when he fell on them.

Gerard and Mikey both looked down at Frank, there eyes wide then turned to look at the group of zombies who abandoned their meal of dead meat and crept towards the fresh meat. "Run!" Gerard yelled pulling Frank along even though he was still half up from the ground. Mikey didn't have to be told by Gerard, he was already running off.

"Where do we go?" Frank asked, his breath short from all the running.

"Um..." Gerard hastily looked for somewhere to go while they were still running. "There!" he pointed at some door on a small mound of dirt and grass coming up from the ground.

The tree of them practically threw themselves, slamming the door behind them. "What was this place?" Frank asked looking down the long, curved tunnel ahead of them.

"I don't know," Gerard shrugged, "Maybe it was a mining shack."

"Or maybe one of those old underground railroads that the slaves would travel through to get to the north," Mikey suggested.

"Maybe, so sh..." Gerard said but got interrupted by the sound of what sounded like a hundred claws scratching at the surface of the door.

Frank bolted towards the door and held it shut, doing his best so the doors wouldn't come flying open. He tore his gaze from the door behind him to Gerard and Mikey who were stepping forward to try to help. "No," Frank said sternly, "Go, get out of here you two, run."

"What?" Gerard gasped, "No, not without you!"

"Face it, if all three of us go, this door will swing wide open and everything out there will get all three of us, save yourselves, I'll hold them back."

"Frank..." Mikey sympathized.

"Don't you do that Frankie, don't you use the name of our songs against us as your last words," Gerard begged. He could feel he was close to having tears falling from his eyes.

Frank smiled again, the same smile that he makes when he thinks of these ridiculous ideas of how to pass the time, "Alright then, I won't use the name of the song. But I'll use this, Party Poison..." Gerard's shoulders sank a little lower and his eyes grew sadder at the use of his killjoy name, "...you take Kobra Kid as far away from here as you can. I'll say here and fight off as many of them as I can."

"Frank..." Gerard whined.

"Frank?" he cocked his head to the side, "Who's Frank? That's not my name."

Gerard, no Party Poison, hesitated for a moment before he gave into what Frank wanted him to say, "Fun Ghoul, don't you do this to yourself. We can get out of here, the three of us. Don't make the number of our group drop again."

Fun Ghoul struggled to keep the wooden doors sealed shut, "D...don't worry about me. I'll catch up with you two."

"But what if you don't," Kobra Kid blurted out.

"Then," Fun Ghoul paused for a moment, "I'll say say hi to Jet Star for you guys, and I'll tell him how sorry you are, Kobra, for killing him off in the form he was in."

Kobra Kid said nothing, he just stared at Fun Ghoul with complete regret. Regret that he had to do that to Jet Star, and that he can't get Fun Ghoul to come with them. He knew Fun Ghoul wasn't going to budge, but there was always a chance.

"Come on, we can out run them, just...just come with us!" Party Poison practically yelled trying his hardest not to let any tears flow out.

Fun Ghoul shook his head, "No, besides, you two are brothers and you need to stick together. Now go!"

He was about to open his mouth to protest but was cut off by Fun Ghoul yelling, "Go! I can't hold them off any longer!"

"Fine," Kobra Kid managed to let out, "Bye Fun Ghoul."

Party Poison nodded, not being able to say anything. He turned his head and a small tear escaped and slid down his face before Fun Ghoul could see it and ran off to catch up with his brother.

The sound of the cave was momentarily echoed with the brother's footsteps as they ran away. Soon after the footstep sounds were eliminated by the sound of the doors being forced open and the undead flood pouring in. They hear his voice swimming through the walls as he yelled at few and tore at others. Then, one must have gotten a throat bite because the last noise they heard Frank make was a sharp gurgled yelp before he was silenced forever.

Still, the two brothers continued running away, just like he wanted, just like he ordered them to do. Sacrificing himself just so they could get away. They kept running until they couldn't run any more, then they walked until they couldn't move any farther. Gerard sunk to the ground and cupped his head in his hands and did something that he hasn't done for a while, he cried. He didn't care Mikey was there to see him, he wouldn't even care if a whole crowd was in front of him. "It's gonna be alright," Mikey soothed, his voice breaking a little then gave his big brother what seemed like a well needed hug. "I'm here for you."

"I...I know...It's just...first Ray...then all of our families...and now Frank. You...you're the only one I seem to have anymore, but, this life isn't really worth living anymore" Gerard stuttered to make out.

"You know," Mikey spoke softly, "Ray and Frank were my friends too. And besides, you weren't the one to have to kill Ray, zombie or not.

"I...I know," Gerard wiped a tear away, "I'm sorry I brought it up."

Mikey shook his head and got up, "But you don't know what it's like to have to kill one of your best friends. All those other zombies we've killed, they mean nothing. We probably don't even know any of them. But all that changes when you have to kill a zombie who you spent so much time with while he or she was alive. All four of us, we were basically brothers. Not band mates, brothers."

"I know, Mikey! I think of them as brothers too," Gerard looked up at him.

"I know you do, but you don't know what it's like to actually have to kill your brother or friend," Mikey paused for a moment, then said in a softer tone, "It's something that you have to live with all day. Just reimagining the moment over and over again."

"But you didn't really kill him," Gerard tried to help, "If you wouldn't have done anything he would have surly killed us all."

"I know," Mikey sighed, "But before II had to strike him with the glass, I could have sworn I saw a gimps of the real Ray in there begging me to do something, I don't know if it was to kill him or not but...I really don't know. It'll take me the rest of my life to really know what he was trying to tell me if he was trying to say anything at all."

Gerard just sat there not sure how to respond. Mikey never mentioned what happened in there, in fact, no one wanted to. If it came up it was quickly swept away. Eventually through all the silence Gerard managed to say "I'm sorry."

Mikey shook his head. "There's nothing to be sorry about."

"I just..." Gerard started unsure what he was really trying to say.

Mikey put his hand out in front of Gerard, "Stop."

Gerard nodded and looked down. Again there was a long eerie silence that cursed them. He wanted to get up and say that everything was going to be OK, that the two of them are going to make it through this stronger than ever. He wanted to find a way out of here and escape to freedom, but yet, nothing came out. He couldn't even get his mouth open.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Mikey eventually said.

It took all his will, but Gerard stood up. "I think we should keep moving the direction we were going, this place has to have an exit somewhere. What about when we get out?"

"Well," Mikey thought for a moment, "I suppose we could get back to the cabin and work it out from there."

Gerard nodded, "Alright, let's go, I guess."