"How long do you think we've been walking?" Mikey asked tiredly as the two brothers walked down the dark cave.

"I don't know," Gerard answered, the only source of light was streaming out of his flashlight, constantly searching for a way out.

"Think there's even a way out?" Mikey practically whined.

Gerard's eyes continued to follow the darting light of the flashlight, "Hopefully, if now we're going to have to find a weak spot in the walls to break out."

Mikey crossed his arms, "Of course, because we can obviously bust through solid rock with our bare hands and you puny flashlight."

Gerard quickly spun around and shined the light on Mikey's face, "There will be no sass from you."

"Why not?" he challenged.

"Because I," Gerard put his hand on his own shoulder and turned his head to the side, "am the sass master and you shall not sass the sass master without suffering the sassful consequences of sass."

Mikey rolled his eyes, "Whatever, let's just get out of here before we get stuck in some natural disaster."

"Don't you think we'd have some kind of warning if that were about to happen?"

"You mean like a ton of rocks crashing down on us? Maybe."

"What did I say about sassing me boy?" Gerard shined the light back on Mikey's face.

"Will you quit doing that?" Mikey said putting a hand over his eyes to shield the light away, "And what do you mean boy? I'm far to old to be still considered to be a 'boy'."

"Well, excuse me, grandpa, I didn't realize you had feelings about what you were labeled as," Gerard said defensively.

"Alright, that's just disturbing that I'd be your grandpa and brother."

"True," Gerard nodded.

After a few more minutes of minutes of walking Mikey stopped and started rubbing at his eye a little, "Ow, wait, hang on, I think some dirt got engraved into my contacts. I have to get these things out before they warp to my eyeballs."

"That would really suck," Gerard said stopping as well.

"Yeah, let's just hope I don't take my eye out in the process."

"Do you have any more back at the cabin?"

"No. I uh, kinda lost them all."

"Well that's helpful," Gerard rolled his eyes, "Tell me that you at least have a pair of glasses laying around so I don't have to guide you around like a seeing eye dog."

"Yeah, they're back at the cabin. And you do know that I can see, it's just all blurry," Mikey pointed out.

"Oh, well once again, my apologies for labeling it wrong," he turned around and started walking again but within seconds the flash light started flickering then went out.

"Shit," Gerard frowned, hitting the side of the light trying to make the light shine again.

"See, that's what you get for being the so called 'sass master'," Mikey said, "Now we have to walk in complete darkness."

"Shut up," Gerard said then threw the flashlight as far as he could in frustration.

"Um," Mikey started when they heard the flashlight stop rolling across the stone floor, "I think it's working again."

Gerard squinted ahead of him and made out a small spot of light, "Well, I didn't think I threw it that far but alright."

As they started walking towards the spot of light it seemed to be growing bigger and bigger, much larger than the flashlight's light should be. "Mikey, I don't think that's the flashlight," Gerard said as they kept getting closer.

"It's the end of the cave," Mikey said, relieved to finally be able to get out of there.

Gerard, whom was equally as relieved to get out, and Mikey both began running towards the growing orb of light. "One more problem," Mikey said in between breaths from running out, "How are we going to get back to the cabin?"

Gerard looked at Mikey, a few brown clumps of dirt and dust fell from his hair, leaving a whole bunch behind on his head. "Um, we could go back the way we came, on land of coarse. It was a strait path that we walked down, right?"

"I think so," Mikey tried to remember if the tunnel had any curves in it while they walked. After all, he wasn't going back they way the just came. Not past Frank, too may bad memories and terrible sights would happen if they did go that way.

"Let's take a shot at going that way, what's the worst that could happen?" Gerard turned around and started walking the opposite way, only on land this time.

After walking for about five minutes or so, it first dawned on them how dark it really was outside. "We should rest for tonight," Gerard said looking up at the bright spots sprinkled across the sky then back down at Mikey.

Mikey nodded then sat down by the nearest tree, Gerard doing the same. "Keep your gun close, you never know if you'll have to wake up and have to blow some zombie's head off," Gerard yawned.

Mikey sighed, he hoped that the zombies coming after them won't be a result in Gerard saying 'what's the worst that could happen' because terrible things ALWAYS happen when someone says that. But for now he just set that thought to the side and tried to get some sleep.

By the time Gerard woke up it was still dark. Judging by where the moon was in the sky it was still a few more hours to go until the sun rose, but to honest, he hand no fucking clue how to read the sky map right now. He looked at his little brother sleeping, head tilted back and fingers tightly wrapped around the rifle. Thank God his fingers weren't on the trigger. 'I'll let him sleep for a little bit,' Gerard thought as he picked himself up and got up from where he was sitting. He kinda had to pee anyways. No sence in waking Mikey up just to tell him that, right?

As Gerard was making his trip back he felt as if something was following him. "Hello?" he asked, spinning around to examine the trees around him.

No response.

He kept on moving, but still he felt as if something, or someone was following him. "Mikey if that's you I swear to God I will kick your ass."

Still nothing. "It's probably just your imagination," Gerard whispered to himself, "Nothing is there."

He kept walking on, repeating to himself that there was nothing following him but that was until he felt a pair of eyes looking at him. Gerard swung around to where the eyes were coming from and pointed his gun in that direction, "Alright, who ever you are, you better come out or else I'll blow your brains out."

No one exited the bushes and tangled up low hanging tree branches. Before he was about to pull the trigger a small crying sound echoed through the leafy wall. Gerard lowered the rifle and said in a softer tone, "Hello? I'm sorry if I scared you..."

"No you're not," a small voice wept.

"I am, I didn't know that you were in there, you could have been some kind of flesh eating monster and I wouldn't have even known. Can you please come out, I promise I won't hurt you," Gerard insisted, still using the gentlest voice he could manage.

"Only if you don 't hurt me," the small voice spoke again.

"I promise I won't hurt you. Here, I'm putting the weapon on the ground. See, not going to hurt you," Gerard slowly bent down and set his gun on the cold, slightly wet ground. "Now can you please come out?"

Out from the bushes, there was a young girl who seemed to be about six or seven years old. Her orange hair was all tangled and knotted up with some tiny branches and leaves intertwining with it. Her green eyes looked so terrified and tired. But the worst part was her arm. It had a big red indent carved into the side like someone scooped out part of it with a garden trowel. "What happened to your arm?" Gerard asked quietly.

"Nothing," she said quickly, covering it up with her hand, "I was just trying to get away from them."

"From who?" he asked.

"Mommy and Daddy, the came back from looking around and said they didn't feel too well. But when they woke up from their nap they were really mean and tried to eat me!" halfway through her explanation she started crying much harder then before and you could barley make out what she was saying.

"Shhh," Gerard soothed coming closer to her.

He kneeled down to get down to her level, "It's OK, where is your mom and dad now?"

"I...I don't know," she said wiping under her eyes, "I just ran away as fast as I could."

"Did they bite your arm?" he asked carefully holding her arm, not touching the areas where the blood and wound is.

She shook her head then started crying again, "No they ripped it off with their fingers. They n...never did that before! Why do they hate me? I di...did nothing wrong."

"They don't hate you," Gerard said looking right at her, "They're just very sick. Now let me take you with me to my little brother. We'll take care you for now. We'll keep you safe."

She nodded then looked around, "Where is your brother?"

"I was going back to him before so you can just follow me," Gerard stood up, picking up his rifle then started walking to where Mikey was, the little girl trailing after him like a little puppy who's ears were too big.

Mikey was leaned up against the tree he was sleeping at, waiting for Gerard to get back. "Hey Mikey," he looked up at the sound of his older brother's voice. "Look what I found."

"Who's that?" Mikey asked as soon as he saw the girl holding Gerard's hand.

"I found her hiding in the bushes," Gerard smiled letting go of her tiny hand.

"Oh hi there," Mikey crouched down by her, "What's you name?"

"I'm Taylor," she smiled. "Are you his little brother Mikey?'

"Yup," Mikey nodded.

"You didn't look little when you were by the tree before," Taylor said acting confused.

"Well, that's because I'm much older then you and I've grown. By little brother, he means that I'm the younger on of the two," Mikey explained.

"Oh, so Gerard is you older brother?" Taylor looked up at Gerard then back down at Mikey.

"That's right," Mikey nodded again.

"But his hair, it's the color of a tomato," Taylor giggled.

Both of them couldn't help but to smile. "Well that's Gerard for you," Mikey said, "He like to color his hair a whole bunch of different colors."

"Oh my goodness," Taylor gasped, "You mean he has rainbow hair?"

"Yup," Mikey chuckled standing up, "I bet it even glows in the dark sometimes."

Gerard rolled his eyes, "Alright, enough discussing the many colors of my hair let's just keep moving."

"Where are we going?" Taylor asked when they all started walking.

"To our little cabin," Mikey said to her.

"Is it a long walk?" Taylor asked. "Cause my little legs might cave in and I would fall over and not be able to get back up and you guys would have to carry me all around cause I would be paralyzed and never be able to walk again. Then the zombies would eat me up like a squishy pizza. I love pizza. Mom used to make pizza all the time before the zombies took over. She would buy it at the store though. There was so many different flavors. Sometimes she would get pepperoni or sausage or supreme, one time she even got bacon cheese burger. I didn't care what she got, I ate all the different kinds. But the only kind I didn't like was pineapple pizza, yuck. I don't like fruit on my pizza. Except for tomatoes. I like tomatoes on my pizza. And on tacos too. Sometimes I would put a lit of salsa on my tacos, but most of the time I would only put a little. Too much and it might set my mouth on fire and..."

"Taylor," Gerard said calmly, "Can you please stop talking. All the talking could bring the zombies over and we couldn't want that."

"Oh, sorry," Taylor whispered.

"Thank you," Mikey mouthed to Gerard.

For about twenty minutes they walked in complete silence. "Hey," Mikey stopped, "That big lump over there, isn't that where we went in the cave..."

Gerard looked where Mikey was pointing at and the memories of what happened began flooding back. "Let's keep moving," Gerard whispered, "The cabin can't be far now."

"I bet I could find it!" Taylor yelled happily, running away from Gerard and Mikey.

"No! Don't go there, it might not be safe!" Gerard yelled running after with Mikey not far behind.

Taylor stopped dead in her tracks and started screaming. Gerard stopped, pulling Taylor back behind him. "Mikey," Gerard said not turning away from what was ahead of him, "They're still here."

Mikey stopped next to Gerard and saw the group of zombies still camped out by the now busted in open door. "It's like they knew we'd be coming back," Mikey whispered.

"Daddy!" Taylor gasped and started running to the pack of zombies that were inching towards them.

Gerard tried grabbing her but was too far off to grab without being pulled into the undead crowd. Yet he tried again to get her but ended slipping on one of the rocks, hitting his head on another as he fell, going unconscious. Taylor screamed as she tried hugging her dad, only to be torn apart by the other's surrounding them.

"You idiot," Mikey grumbled trying to pull Gerard away from where he was laying. The zombies were to busy snacking on Taylor to pay any attention to Mikey and Gerard. After Mikey pulled him far enough away he set Gerard down and tried to wake him up. "Come on Gerard, wake up," Mikey said sitting down next to him, shaking Gerard's shoulder.

There was a soft moan from Gerard as he tried to fully gain consciousness. Mikey sighed and looked into the darkness creeping into the woods. The worst thing about being basically alone in the dark is it gives you plenty of time to just sit and think about every little thing that crosses his mind. Was this the bad thing that happened from Gerard's little 'what's the worst that could happen' sentence a while ago? He was snapped out of his thoughts by Gerard lightly slapping his leg, "Hey, Mikey," Gerard said in dull voice, "What happened with Taylor?"

"She's gone," Mikey whispered.

"Oh," Gerard whispered softer then Mikey.

Mikey looked over at Gerard who closed his eyes again and was leaning his head back against the tree. "How's your head?" Mikey asked trying to change the subject.

"It hurts," he said softly.

Mikey nodded, "Should we stay here or do you want to get back to the cabin?"

Gerard tried to stand up but ended up crawling off into the bushes. Mikey got up and dragged Gerard out. "Shhh," Gerard hissed looking around. "There's something here."

"I swear, half the time those zombies are the quietest thing ever," Mikey whispered.

"Shhh," Gerard repeated.

Out from the tree lines it came out. Though Gerard's vision was still a bit hazy from the fall, he could still make out the face of the zombie that was stumbling towards them. His eyes were faded into white blobs and his mouth was overflowing with the think, red liquid. He must have found a snack since the last time they met but past all that, he knew exactly who it was standing in front of them...