I'd End My Days With You In A Hail Of Bullets...

…but the pain never came.
“What the fuck were you thinking?!” I heard yelling; I opened my eyes and thought I was in heaven. “You don’t give up Kira! You of all people never fucking give up!” Gerard pulled me hard into his chest, he held me close. “Don’t you ever fucking do that again, I can’t love on you if you’re not alive dimwit.” He smirked at me and I realized that he read my letter.
“y… you mean it Gee?”
“Of course, I love you too Kira.” I couldn’t help my emotions but I started crying.
“Hey… no… don’t cry sugar.” He wiped away my tears with his thumb and kissed my cheeks.
“I’m sorry Gee; I just thought I would never see you again. I wanted to die because I thought you would never love me, and now I’m so happy you do.” He smiled and pushed away the bangs that had begun to cover my face.
“How I never noticed my love for you before I will never know but I love you so much sugar.” He pressed his lips gently onto mine and I loved the feeling of being lifted away from all the death and pain we were enduring even if it was for just that sweet moment.
“Ya’ know I think it’s great that you guys finally admitted your love for each other and all but we have to figure out where we’re going and we need to stop and get gas for these machines.” Ray yelled at us from the driver’s seat.
*radio/walkie talkie*
“Is she okay?!” I could hear Frank yell from the radio transmission. Ray picked up the radio, “yeah Frankie, she’s fine. Gerard got her before she could get hurt.”
“Thank God, can she hear me?”
“Yeah she can, you’re on radio.” Ray answered.
“Jezzus Fucking Christ Kira you gave me a heart attack! Don’t you ever fucking do that again!” Ray handed me the radio,
“I won’t Frank.”
“Good, cuz if you do I’ll fucking kill you myself.” I laughed and remembered the kids and mom in the car with him.
“Frankie stop cussing, there are kids with you!” I couldn’t help but laugh, and then I remembered that their father was just killed; they must still be in shock.
“Oh, oops.”
“Okay, so we can either try to find a gas station and the army base or find a gas station and a place to stay for the night because sunset is creeping on us pretty fast.” I looked outside as I said this into the radio and saw that the sun was just starting to go down. Being outside with zombies is much more dangerous at night.
*end of radio conversation*
We found a gas station and got gas, food, water, and other supplies pretty quickly now there was just the task of finding a place to stay for the night that would keep us fairly safe from any infected. We settled on a brick gated, brick house that was two stories high with a balcony on the second floor that looked out over the front of the house. We got in quickly and searched the place for any living to ask permission from or any infected to move out of the way. Its sounds cruel but we need to do it in order to survive another night.
“See anything guys?” I shouted while searching the house, Frank had my back. At that moment I felt like a member of swat with my team, charging through a house to seize the criminal.
“No.” Mikey shouted from his group that was looking through the rooms upstairs.
“Are any living here?! (Me: in other words, is anyone alive here? :P ) I called out into the doorway of the basement. I was kind of afraid of what I would find down there, I was just plain afraid to go down there. I listened closely and when nothing or rather no one answered, I slowly started going down the stairs. I had my 9mm in my right hand and in my left hand I held a flashlight on top of my gun like I had seen countless times in movies and cop shows. It was dark as hell down here and it smelled like hell too.
“Smells like shit.” Ray said walking down the stairs.
“Hey I found a light switch.” I flipped it on and turned to face Frankie and the guys that were coming down the stairs. They all had on a face of horror, I turned to see what they were looking at behind me and screamed; Gerard ran to hold me and pull me away from the hanging bodies as I couldn’t help but be weak at the knees and sob. A Family of four had committed suicide by hanging themselves in the basement of their home. The mom and dad hung side by side, a teenage boy around our age hung next to his mom and a small boy hung next to his father. I clung onto Gerard as hard as I could and Gee held on to me tighter and rubbed my back, trying to calm me down. I felt ridiculous sobbing this uncontrollably at this scene even when I’ve seen and killed worse; but just the view of this family together even in death and suicide, hit me hard.
“I’m sorry, I’m stupid, I’ve seen worse and I’m crying like a fucking baby at this.” I apologized to Gerard.
“No sugar, you’re not stupid and don’t be sorry. This is all fucking hard to take for all of us. I let go of him and tried to compose myself. The guys still stood looking at the bodies that hung.
“Let’s cut them down guys, Frankie can I see your switch blade?” I proceeded to cut them down one by one as the guys caught them and wrapped them up in blankets that we found. We kept away the family that survived as we buried them in their backyard and marked their graves.
The family that we saved was still in shock because of the death of the father. They filed inside the house silently, the children slept but the mother kept awake. I could see a dead look in the eyes of the mother, and I sympathize; I couldn’t imagine watching Gerard or any of the boys dying in front of me. I didn’t bother her; she had a lot on her mind.