|A/N: In this story, The Girl doesn't exist, and the ages are different. Mikey is 18, Frank is 19, Gerard is 21 and Ray is 23. Also, I've never read the comics, so this story is solely based around the music videos|

1: Secret Stash

"Are you kidding me?"

Frank's voice rang out in the empty room, filled with anger and frustration. They hadn't eaten in two days because they had found no food, no matter how many places they stopped at. Even the crappy cans of sour dog food were better than nothing, but nothing is what they had.

Frank was stomping up and down every aisle of the abandoned convenience store. No food was in sight, and Frank's temper was rising. Ray could tell.

Ray was frustrated too. He was hungry, yeah, but Frank and Mikey were still growing and they were probably even hungrier. Gerard never ate much but Ray could tell he was feeling it too. His hands were shaky and he didn't seem to have much energy. Nobody did, really. Frank and Mikey had fallen asleep in the backseat of the Trans Am in the middle of the day, leaning against each other. It would have been very cute if Ray hadn't been worried. If this went on, and they got attacked by Dracs... no, he wouldn't think about that. Look for food.

When he turned a corner that led to what he assumed was the bathrooms, he noticed a third, unmarked door. When he tried to open it he found it was locked.

"I got this," Gee said, coming up behind Ray and kicking the door harshly. It would have been almost impressive if the door had actually moved.

The redhead cursed and kicked it a few more times before giving up. "Damn thing," he grumbled, walking away.

Ray was ready to give in too until he saw something. A shelf across the hall from the door, covered in dust, had a small silver key lying on top of it.

With a grin, Ray picked it up and brushed it off. The door opened with a little difficulty, but he was rewarded by his efforts. A pallet of Power Pup, wrapped in plastic but otherwise untouched.

Half an hour later and they were sitting around a smoldering fire outside of the store, eating a can each. Despite Ray begging them to eat slowly, Frank's food was already gone, and he was now lying on his back in the sand, limbs outstretched.

A smile crept its way onto Ray's face. This was a good day.