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[[x] Denmark]

Smiling wide at the greeting, Denmark chuckled a bit, "Ha! That's probably the warmest greeting I've ever had for a nightmare," he told him, walking in, glad that he finally made it. Turning around, he asked in a bit more serious voice, "Did you hear anything from the other Nordics?" he asked.

Not hearing from the others made him worried. Especially for Norway, which he always kept close contact with. However, he tried to hide the worry in his voice, trying to keep a more happy tune since everything was bad enough as it was.

[England]

"None at all, I'm sorry." England shook his head and sighed as he closed the doors again, his heart tugging at the many negative responses he'd had to give today. He hated being so helpless. He just wanted to tell everyone that their friends and family were safe inside the warehouse, but he couldn't lie. He just wished he knew more. It was all his fault if people got lost or attacked or worse- infected.

"You can go settle down. Look around, say hello, or something. If you want, you could use one of the four ladders to access the bunk beds. You can bunk with Belarus. She should already have picked a bunk, so you can take the bottom one and unpack at will."

[America]

America watched the other two nations arrive from his spot near the bunks. How come England was on the greeting committee? If anyone should be on the greeting committee, America thought. It should be me! He supposed he had best get down there and start greeting the others then, shouldn't he? However, rather than use the ladders, which he considered to be slightly normal, he wanted to try out the firefighter-pole. After all, didn't England say he had to practice? What better time to practice than now?

"Yo, Denmark!" he first called out, grabbing the pole with two of his hands. Now what do I do with my feet? He glanced down at his legs then, knowing he'd probably regret it, quickly wrapped them around the pole, making sure he was holding on tightly. 'Kay...got that far... He could do this! He was America, for heaven's sakes! A little pole like this wasn't going to scare him! He finally moved one of his hands, which, in turn, instinctively caused him to move his lower body slightly down. Yes! I'm doing it! I...shit, I still have a long way to go. With a sigh, he tried going faster. His hands, though, were getting sweaty and he found himself sliding down faster than he anticipated, until his ass finally hit the floor below him, rather hard, too. "Damn," he muttered, rubbing his backside with one hand, the other still attached to the pole.

[England]

"Idiot." England massaged his forehead, trying not to crack a smirk at America's pitiful display. "Looks like you have quite a lot of practice to do before our first mobilization." he commented. "Besides, you were holding the pole wrong. You have to squeeze it between your knees and only use your hands to control your speed to a constant. If not, it'll take ages for you to get down if you use your hands to climb down, ages that we will not have during an invasion." he ranted on, glad he could take his tension off on something- or in this case, someone.

Really, he didn't know what he would do if he were still alone in the warehouse. He was so happy that other Nations had finally come fill the gap. The first week where he'd been sent alone to prepare the warehouse for the Nations' arrival had been hellish.

Even Flying Mint Bunny hadn't been good enough company to keep his mind off the horrors stumbling right outside the warehouse walls.

[[x] Denmark]

Denmark laughed a bit at the display, but made his way over to the American, holding out a gloved hand, "Better luck next time, kiddo!" he told him. At least the atmosphere around the place wasn't heavy and still filled with some humor. Even if he hadn't heard from his brothers in awhile, they were probably safe and on their way. No use in thinking negative thoughts! Especially when it came to his fellow Nordics.

[America]

When he noticed Denmark's hand, America gladly took it and stood. "Yeah, well, practice makes perfect!" he commented, still managing to grin. "Oh, thanks for the pointers, Iggy. Still seems rather difficult and I don't think I got half of what you said, but I'll try it again once this bruise on my ass goes away." He glanced back over at Denmark. "You didn't run into any zombies on the way over, did you?"

Not that he was worried about Denmark's safety or anything. He was just...actually, yes, he'd blame it on worry about Denmark. He wasn't even going to admit to himself that those zombies scared the hell out of him. They moaned and groaned and just lumbered on towards you. It was a terrifying sight and he really wasn't in the mood to continue living like this. Man, if I wasn't so connected to North America, and if I didn't want the best for my people I'd run to Europe and hide under a bed until this all went away.

[England]

England sighed and shook his head in amusement, no longer able to control the fond smile that broke out on his face. Even after all this time, America was still such a child.

"Well, if you need me, I will be making rounds to make sure everybody's settling in nicely. Don't open the door without my consent." he told America, just in case he decided to actually listen this time.

[[x] Denmark]

Nodding his head towards the Englishman, Denmark looked back towards America, "Nah, they were probably to scared of my axe," he told him, a cheeky grin on his face. Even though as he was running to the warehouse, it seemed that they were starting to poke out all over the place. The Dane probably made it just in time.

"But hey! As soon as my brothers get here, those zombies will be fleeing away in terror!" he replied, his chest puffed out a bit, imagining the scene in his head. "No one will beat the Nordics," he added, giving a final nod.

[England]

Smiling at the rise in mood, England quickly made his way around and climbed the rungs of the ladder up , weaving his way past the unpacking Nations there and going for his bed.

The mattress creaked under his weight as he laid down on it, not caring if he was dirty at all. He just wanted to close his eyes and rest peacefully for a while. He felt like he hadn't done that since forever. Not long ago, his lullaby had been the creaking wind and the moans of the undead. He relaxed more and more as Nations came in and the earplugs he had in his pocket at all times hadn't been pulled out in a while.

Still, he just wanted it all to end so they could go home already. He felt like such a demanding child, knowing that he had a heavy responsibility towards not only his nation and his people, but the entire world and the Nations under his protection as well. For all of them, he had to stay strong until the end. That's why he only hoped the end wasn't far. He knew not to count of Lady Luck, though.

[Lithuania]

Lithuania nodded and stretched up to shove his stuff on the top bunk.
"Hope you don't mind sharing with me" he smiled gently to Vietnam, he had never really spoken to her before...he didn't have much to do with any of the Asian nations.

He looked around, careful not to focus too much on the drop that would await anyone who wasn't cautious as there was the sound of footsteps and he saw England entering with Belarus. Lithuania smiled to himself, he liked Belarus...despite her attitude towards him. Hopefully she'd put that aside at this time of crisis.

Moments later he looked round again, distracted from checking his things, to see Denmark arriving. He called down to them quietly. "Hey." But his greeting was blocked out by America's, louder, more enthusiastic welcome.

Looking towards him he saw a rather amusing sight. Lithuania laughed lightly at America's foolish attempts to slide down the pole.

[America]

America, as always, grinned. "Well, even if the other Nordics didn't kick zombie ass, I think you and that ax would." He sort of felt a little bit silly now, for all he had was a pistol. Denmark had an ax, Belarus probably had a plethora of knives hidden somewhere under the folds of her dress (if there was one thing America learned from movies, it was that girls could hide ridiculous weapons in the folds of a skirt or a dress), and England would most likely preform his weird mumbo-jumbo magic. I highly doubt it even works, though, the large nation thought, holding back a smirk. Usually he just screws it all up. However, that was years ago. He knew he shouldn't doubt his fellow nations. Right. Gotta keep a positive attitude.

[Lithuania]

Lithuania glanced over at America, smiling slightly at his blase attitude. But he noticed that he looked rather forlorn, even with a slight smirk lifitng his features.
"What's up America?"

[[x] Denmark]

Glancing at the American, Denmark just shrugged, "He's probably just tired. Anyway, hopefully Belarus doesn't mind my snoring!" he said, making his way over to the bunk. As for unpacking, he didn't really bring much, except for a couple of knives that were stored in his jacket. Plus, a small bottle of alcohol.

The Dane missed being able to drink without having to worry about zombies. Even though he was rather good at holding his liquor, he didn't want his senses dulled in any case.

[Lithuania]

Lithuania looked at the Nordic nation.
"I think we all are...and good luck with that" he really wouldn't be suprised if Denmark's snores were muffled with pillows in the middle of the night...or if they were all woken up when Belarus started threatening the Dane to keep quiet.

[England]

England tried to doze off, but the commotion was keeping him awake. It wasn't a huge noise that the Nations were making, but it was still more noise than he'd come to get accustomed to during his week alone in the warehouse.

Well, he might as well go downstairs and read a book or prepare dinner. Something to keep him up, about, and occupied. Then, depending on how dark it was outside, he'd have to call the lights out in a couple of hours.

He pushed himself off the bed and climbed the ladder that led up to America's bed. Settling himself safely, he leaned over the edge and peeled the blackout curtains away from the windows, looking out in the distance.

It was beginning to get quite dark. Perhaps he should call everyone for food, and then immediately announce the lights out.

He was about to lean back and go downstairs when his eyes caught movement. Heart skipping a bit, he whipped his gaze around, staring at a dark mass not far away from the warehouse. The forest. His heartbeats slowed down again, and he let out a breath of relief.

That is, until the dark mass moved forward.

Forests didn't move, by any chance, did they?