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A Zombie Wonderland

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December 25, 2016 Dusk 6:59 P.M.

Dust skirted up in the wasteland, as a group of ten traveled past a few cars. The sun was dying away slowly, fading behind the distant horizon. Everyone in the group knew that once the sun was gone and the moon came out, they were all going to die. That's the sad truth of it.

An auburn haired male named Mikey continued to walk, his hand locked in his boyfriend's Frank as they walked. It was getting colder for a storm was brewing. His hands were slightly freezing in his pockets. He knew that they wouldn't get very far, but Gerard said that it was better to get in the middle of the ice storm rather than stay in the city.

Mikey stayed close to Frank and he squeezed his hand in response. The two walked with his brother and the others, Ray, Lindsey, Jimmy, Brendon, Ryan, Gabe, and Kitty. Along the dark road filled empty cars haphazardly strewn across the once bustling city streets. Mikey would remember the day that in Times Square, the Christmas tree would be lit up, and everyone would gather around to see it. The remembrance of the bright lights, the Christmas cheer, the faint smell of cocoa and pine tries, and the laughter and giggles of small children seemed so far away now. It seemed so distant.

"Gerard!" Lindsey said, snapping Mikey away from the distant tree and the lights that weren't pulled down from last year. "Look!" The black haired girl pointed in the direction of a mall, large in its size, but of course, only New York would have these type of malls. The Christmas lights were strewn around it, and Mikey's eyes looked lower, where the bodies were scattered against the floor. Jimmy sniffs.

"Oh hell, we gotta go through that?" He exclaimed grumbling, and Frank shook his head.

"No, no. Guys, just put a pickaxe in their head to make sure that they are down." This is why he loved his boyfriend so.

"Gee…" Ray started, his wary eyes looked over to Gerard, but Gerard pats his hands, pressing a kiss against it. "It doesn't seem right."

"Trust me, Ray. I won't let anything get you. Promise." A sweet kiss is deposited on his lips, and then Ray blushed then nodded. The scent of ash filled the air as the pieces descended from up above, like small snowflakes of death, black and dark, yet cold just like snow. Mikey looked up, the chills of the air getting to him. Frank must have noticed because his fingers tightened around his palms.

"We'll get through this." Frank gives him one of the smiles that Mikey has to believe in.

"Well, are we gonna stand around here or are we actually going to get inside," Kitty said, placing her shotgun on her shoulder.

This was it. The first year of Christmas with only  ten people in their group. Before, they were more, a lot more, but time went on. People got stupid, and Mikey had shot more bullets in his friends head than ever before.

Including his mom and dad.

He remembered Gerard quoting, "It's the beginning of the end." It was the beginning of the end, because right now, they were low on ammo. And that's the only thing that needed to live in this apocalyptic world.

"Well," Gerard brought his pickaxe up to rest on his shoulders. "Let's get to it." Mikey stared at the sunset, his breath becoming cold, visibly forming in the night air. "Come on guys, we got an hour, so let's make it count!" Gerard said, and Jimmy, Ray, and the others hauled the bags of guns and supplies into the mall.

"Mikey…" Frank said, whispering into his ear, his hot breath momentarily painful against his cold skin. "Look." He pointed towards the sun, moving down slowly.  It brought a small smile to his face; a smile he knew would disappear when it went down. Truly, it was beautiful, but it was a time to let things go, disappear without a trace, and never return.  Mikey simply sighed and tugged Frank in the direction of the mall, stepping over the bodies and covering his mouth from the stench of deceased humans.


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December 25, 2016 Dusk 7:09 P.M.

"Come on, guys. Come on." Gerard said, eyes focusing on the bodies that were beginning to rise outside, dragging their feet, and the ominous sound of them moaning, groaning and grunting outside. They are creatures without a conscience, only made to kill and feast on the innocent. The lights were out, thankfully, but it was a tad bit weird, as to how they had just come to there without having to cut the power like they usually do. They were covering the windows with clothes from the nearby stores, and Kitty, Lindsey and Jimmy were gathering things to burn.

Everyone had their jobs.

Gerard, Ray, and Gabe had the window space, which was easy since the mall they went to was practically covered in Christmas wallpaper to begin with. They just had to reinforce it with something a little more thickly.

Frank and Mikey were tasked with food.

And Brendon and Ryan had to find more weapons and warmer clothes which were practically easy in this world. Anything that was blunt, sharp, or had enough force to knock someone out it was useful.

Frank and Mikey were walking down the dark food court, Mikey holding Frank's hand in a vice grip while he continued to walk. Frank had his hand around a flashlight.. He was sure his hand had lost all circulation considering that Mikey was gripping it so hard. If anyone, Mikey wasn't the killer. He was more or less the baby, but he was also the one that Frank sworn to protect.

"Mikey, baby," He said, motioning to Mikey and his hand. "I can't get my gun if you're-." Mikey looked down blushing, and Frank chuckled, bringing Mikey's head closer to him and kissing him on the forehead. "Just…hold the light straight."

With a click, Frank takes his Beretta out of his holster, and held it between his hands. If anything, Frank was more of the killer. Gerard was second to him. Mostly because he actually had training with his parents before, well…They were in the group of people that they had lost earlier in the year. To others it may have seemed like a number, but he knew every single name, mother, child, man, woman, boy, girl. He used their name tags to distract the monsters. They loved the shiniest things, and the loudest, and the brightest.

The light flickered as Mikey moved his hands back and forth, and Frank kicked the door open, a door to the restroom. The light lit up the food court slightly, and Frank raised an eyebrow. Why this light on, but the rest weren't? Frank didn't think about it, and he moved inside, checking the corners and every single stall?

"What are we doing Frank? We are supposed to be looking for food." Frank doesn't say anything. He grabbed Mikey in his hand, pressing him against the door. "Frank?" He said with a blush, breathing out at he looked down at him.

"Mikey, I just wanted to tell you something. Don't worry." Mikey swallows and he watches as Frank pulls something out of pocket. "Mikey, I love you, and I don't know how much time we have left, but…you told me that one year you wanted to be married before you died, so-." Frank kneels down on knee, in his hand holds a velvet box. "Merry Christmas, baby. Will you mar-."

Marriage? Oh yes. It's the best thing for both of them, considering that there were no politicians or homophobes around anymore to tell them that they couldn't. Anyone could get married in this wasteland, gay or not.

"Of course." Mikey's sniffling, and Frank takes the ring and places it on his finger. Just like that, they're married, because his brother doesn't care, and his parents aren't around to disapprove like they did when Frank was dating him. Mikey examined the diamond closer. It's bright in the dim light of the bathroom. It glistened, and Mikey knew that several cracks and the pureness of it that it's a diamond. He must have gotten it when they raided the jewelry store a while back. Inside was a bunch of shiny things, things that could distracted the zombies.

"Mikey," He said, and the two locked into a passionate kiss. Mikey's too shocked to respond. Frank's tongue tastes like dog food and other shit that they had digested in the past hour, but honestly Mikey doesn't care. Instead, he brings him closer, lifts his hips and allows them to rock against Frank's own. "Mm, your lips taste so delicious." A breathy moan escapes both of their lips, and Frank's kissing down his neck, about to take off his shirt, but Mikey pushed him away shaking his head.

"Frank. W-What? We can't. We can't stay. "

"Baby."

"Frank." He drops his legs, pressing his hands against his chest. "We can't."

A silent message goes through both of their eyes and Frank sighs and nods. "Right."

A loud bang echoes through the mall, and Mikey and Frank break up, exiting the bathroom.

A loud scream follows and then a loud wail. "Rybie!" It's Brendon. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Mikey, get your gun out. Get your gun out now." Frank said, and he starts jogging quickly, moving towards the sound, just like everyone else in the group was doing. It's coming from a Macy's, the crying. Gerard's cursing the whole way, moving quickly.

Everyone has a weapon. Everyone is on alert. The crying gets louder as they go to the women's section. The blood gets thicker on the floor, red pools able to be seen in the light of the flashlight.

Brendon's kneeling over his body, face wet with tears, falling onto the boy's body.
"Wake up, Ryan! Wake up. Rybie, he's dead. I killed him." Frank's flashlight moved towards the body of the zombie, brains spattered with a sharp piece of glass. "Rybie…Rybie baby, please. Open your eyes."

Lindsey was the first to speak up, "Brendon, Brendon. He's gone…" Gerard had a stone cold face, eying Ryan as Brendon stood up, Ryan's head dropping on the floor.

"No he's not! Don't you come near Rybie." He draws his weapons and all guns are trained on him. He won't fire, Frank notes the shaking hand, and the tear stricken face. "W-We can save-."

"Brendon. We have to." Gerard pulls his gun, and aimed it towards Ryan's head.
"Honor his memory dammit!" Brendon points the gun at Gerard, and Ray growled, pointing it at Brendon.

"I will pull the trigger before you can even blink." Ray said dangerously, and Frank's eyes flickered over towards Mikey's.

"Ray, lower your gun." Gerard said, eyes not moving off of Brendon for a second.

"But, Gee-." Ray begins.

"Lower it." Gerard said more sternly looking over towards Ray. Ray huffs, moving his gun down.

"Fucking lucky." He mumbles.

"Brendon-." Lindsey starts again.

"Please, let me just-." Brendon starts.

"No." And with that, a gun echoes through the mall a second time.

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December 25, 2016 Night 8:39 P.M.


"Another one…" Jimmy whispered before the starving fire, his pale face bright with color. He couldn't meet the eyes of his friends as he sat there. "How long…how long do we have before we're all gone?"

"There is no such thing as time anymore." Brendon whispered coldly, turning completely away from them. "There is no such thing." Brendon continued to stare outside the glass, and Mikey sighs, chewing on the stale food that they had in the food court.

"Brendon."

Frank kept his arm wrapped around Mikey, because it wasn't safe staying here at a time like this. There was no such thing as a safe place anymore. Not when most of the city's population had disappeared and turned into the living dead, eating and killing everything that moved. And the sad part there was once a hundred people, divide by half, and decreasing by the tens. People are dropping like flies.

"Gerard, how many…how many do we have left?" Ray said, looking towards the man who was holding his hand so firmly in his own.

"Nine."

"Fuck." Jimmy bowed his head, and let out a heavy breath before a cry slipped from Brendon. Nothing came from the boy since the true death of Ryan a few hours earlier.

Brendon shook, "Do you even hear yourself?" He said softly but just enough for everyone to hear. Ray sighed, but otherwise everyone was quiet. "We only have nine people. That means we have nine people to look after and who wants to eat stale food and salted water for the rest of their life?"

"Bren-."

"I'm so through with this," He drew out his pistol, shining in the dim light of the flickering fire, raised it to his head, and fired. Brain matter splatter all over the floor, and Lindsey and Kitty gave a scream. The boys cursed, but Mikey just stared, not able to find the words for the death of the liveliest person in the world. Just because of his boyfriend dying...

Gerard had cursed loudly, snapping him from his thoughts, as soon as the lights came on.

"Shit!" Everyone looked around panicking. The death of Brendon was slightly forgotten as everyone pulled out their guns, Semi-automatic machine rifles, shotguns, pistols. They reloaded their guns except Mikey. He's still staring at Brendon's body, now grown cold.
"It's just emergency lights." Gerard said, wiping his forehead and glancing towards the front door. "They haven't seen to recognize it yet, so we still have time. It may be hell out there, but at least the cold weather will slow them down."

Mikey continued to stare at Brendon's body blankly, his eyes finally lifting to hear Gerard suggesting that someone go to see if they could cut out the lights. "If the mall has power after this long, the emergency generators must be kicking in. Frank. You and I-."

"Oh hell no." Ray interrupted him and Mikey looked up. "If anything, you're coming with me." Mikey slightly flinched. He must have still been angry about the affair with Frank and Gerard a while back. Mikey still can remember walking past the tent and hearing the noises coming from both Gerard and Frank. . . Mikey's heart twisted a little bit, but he moved the memory from mind. That's not important right now. He noted.

"I'll go." Mikey spoke up, and mostly everyone in the group turned towards Mikey. All except Jimmy, who had his rifle pointed at the door.

"The hell you are Mikey." Gerard growled out, and Frank nodded.

"What he said."

"Guys, I'm going. Ray?" Ray shrugs simply, and Gerard's shaking his head, and Frank's grabbing his arm.

"Mikey, we just-."

"Trust me, Frankie…" He murmurs with a slight smile. "I just got engaged, so I'll be back." Mikey brushes Frank's black hair out of his face. "Promise."

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December 25, 2016 Night 10:52 P.M.


"Shit. Run Mikey!" Mikey had never been any more frightened in his life. The only reason that he came out with Ray was because he wanted to be of use to somebody. See, this is why he kept back, because strange things always happened whenever he was around. The door was closing, but it was in sight. Gerard had warned them about the door closing. He said, he doubted that it would open again, and while they are shuffling through black snow, the door is shutting more and more. It took at least three people to open it, so he doubts that just anyone could do it.

The moans are getting louder, and Mikey speeds up, but he falls, face first into the dark snow.

"Mikey!" Ray yells, standing between the doorway and Mikey. "Mikey, get up!"

"Just go!" Mikey says, getting up, and wincing. He looked at his foot and tried moving again only to cry out slightly. He can hear Ray slightly yelling for him to hurry, but he hears the door shut with a loud bang. Mikey chuckles bitterly and grabs his Desert Eagle, and the three clips that are discarded in the snow, maneuvering himself so that he was leaning against the door of entrance. Well, this wasn't how he expected to go out.

The snowflakes kissed his red cheeks from the increased blood flow to keep him warm. His hands, he could barely feel them, and he supposed that was because he was digging in the snow earlier. His eyelashes are coated with a mixture of black and white drops, masking the hazy look of his eyes.. Mikey has to stop himself from crying because he needs all the liquids that he could get.

"Mikey?" He hears the frantic voice from the other side. "Mikey, can you hear me?"

Mikey lifts his eyes from the snow and towards the snow. "Yeah, Frank. I can hear you."

"Baby, we're gonna get you out soon. Just hold on."

"Mm." He said, looking towards the sky. "Frankie…It's cold outside."

"Mikey, you can't die out there. The answer is no!" Mikey shook his head.

"I'll miss you." He breathes. "It's been so nice…Your arms are so warm…" The moaning of the zombies is getting louder, and Mikey points his gun. "This evening has been so very nice. Thank you…for making me happy one last time."

"You can't die out there." He sounds strained, and there's banging on the door. They are trying to get it open. "Think about Gerard! He'll worry, pace the floor; he might faint!" Mikey closes his eyes and shakes his head. They are moving slower, the wind is getting stronger, and he knows if he doesn't die by those zombies, he's gonna die by the cold.

"I really can't stay…" He murmurs.

"Your brother. He's here. He's right at the door. We're gonna get you home. But you need to work with us." When Mikey doesn't respond immediately, Frank's punching the door, he can hear it. "Dammit Mikey! You are not dying on me. We just got married! We were supposed to live together. I can't live without you!" He yells and Mikey's eyes lift slightly. "You are not going to die. You are going to get your ass up, and find a way! Because goddammit Mikey, you die, I'm going to go kill myself too."

Just like Brendon. Frank was going to go that far to kill himself,  "What would I do without you? I would have nothing to live for! So Mikey, don't fucking tell me that you can't do it, because I know that you can. Please Mikey..." He said, lower, "Get up..."

Mikey looks up, raising his gun about to shoot at the upcoming zombie, a faint shadow. It stalked towards him in his moment of terror and he froze, unable to peel his eyes away from his ghastly towering features. His face was sunken in, eyes unfocused. His mouth twitched and drooled as if craving for something, anything, him. The smell of his rotting face made my stomach churn and it was all he could do not to vomit then and there. His nails were dark and bloody, but he wasn't sure if it was his blood dripping from them. Finally, he saw his gross discolored skin close enough to see that it was falling apart. It was falling away from his muscle, his bones.

Something distracted him though. Gunfire in fact. Mikey masks it by shooting the one zombie and getting up high enough to lean against the door. "W-What-. What's happening?"
"Jimmy and Kitty are giving a distraction."

Frank said, "Mikey, you are gonna have to move fast. Are you hurt?"

"My ankle…" He said, and Frank cursed loudly, clearing his throat. "Okay. Okay. Can you meet us near the road, by the garage? It may take us a little-." His voice is quieted by the storm, but he's gotten the gist of it.

"Y-Yeah. I can try."

"And Mikey," He breathes, "Don't die."

Mikey nods. And he starts on the painful trek towards the garage. The gunfire is distracting the zombies, and despite him barely being able to walk, he's able to move by moving his hands against the wall. Suddenly, the gunfire stops, and Mikey's shocked eyes turned towards the front. No, not Jimmy and Kitty.

He's interrupted by the sound of a car and a truck. Sure enough, both vehicles swerved out from around the corner that he was standing at.

Gerard's in the red Mustang along with Lindsey and Ray. Frank was in the black SUV swerving just enough so that he was near the road by Mikey.

He jumped out of the car, "Cover fire!" He yelled, and the bullets are flying past him, as he leans down, taking Mikey up into his arms and running back to the SUV. Carefully, he places Mikey's in, and Mikey's shivering like crazy. Gabe pulls him close, and wraps his coat and a blanket around him.

"Go, go!" He yelled, honking at Gerard. Gerard floors it, and Frank does to, knocking down any zombie that stood in their way. They drive a bit out of town, past the city zombies and into the woods. Mikey's shivering, but Frank holds his hand the entire way. The heat in the coldness of his hand is pleasant.

The death of four people, two of which they had yet to put a bullet in their head. On the bright side, he had gotten engaged.

What a wonderful Christmas.
Zombies are possessed shells that stalk living human beings, only seeing them as an animal to tear apart to satisfy their need for flesh and blood. They are mindless abominations who lurk in the darkest shadows of your nightmares, waiting silently for their time to come.

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EDIT;; Edited the description, and minor spelling mistakes. I hope that's not bad DD:

Well, I have a twisted mind, and this is what occurred off of :iconmy-slashical-romance: whole idea of Baby it's cold outside. I didn't really think fluffy when it came to the turn of Baby it's cold outside. I wanted a little twist on things because everyone's going to do something fluffy and cute, and all cuddly. And I'm just not for being with the crowd, so I went in an entirely different direction.

Went for something cold, violent, yet had elements of small fluff in it. Originally, I was going to do something with Mikey being a manager and Frank as a cashier, but once I figured out how many people were going to do "fluff" because the contest said, "Hopefully we'll get lots of warm, fluffy stories." That doesn't mean that everything has to be fluff, guys! And besides, the point is to invoke different reactions with what you wrote.

And sure, while my story may induce tears, at least I invoke something other than what many people believe would make happy and joyful feelings.

It's called a thing called artistic creativity. Use it guys. Going with the crowd and seeing at all the entries with the same theme sort of angered me, so. . . [/end rant]

So I went in a different direction. It was overall fun experience. I put a little bit of everything in there.

Crossovers
Frerard
Rayrard
Frikey
Rydon
Angst
Fluff
Sexy
And Character Death!

I think I did pretty good! :3

Kitty, Jimmy (c) MSI
Brendon Urie, Ryan Robinson (c) P!ATD.
Frank Iero (c) Himself, Jamia Nestor
Mikey Way (c) Himself, Alicia Simmons
Gerard Way (c) Lindsey Way, Himself
Lindsey Way (c) Gerard Way, Herself
Ray Toro (c) Christa Toro, Himself
Zombies, Plot, Idea (c) L0ST-IN-DR3AMS
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This is awesome!!! I find it hilarious though that frank and mikey got married for some reason lol