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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 17, 2012 14:17:39 GMT -5
"Fantastico!" Spain shouted back, watching his blood-stained axe curve through the pale light. It didn't look like it was going to last much longer at this rate. And he didn't want a repeat of his first day after all. Getting his axe stuck wasn't something he was hoping for. Thankfully, the number of undead was slowly decreasing and it didn't look like they would be fighting for much longer.
"It might be because they're asleep. Us groundskeepers have an unusual sleeping schedule, so we're up pretty much all hours anyway and they have us be the night guards on most nights." He explained, turning back to Japan momentarily, but regretting it instantly.
From behind him, a zombie came out from the shadows and slashed the air in front of it, connecting with the vulnerable rear of Spain's neck.
The force the zombie used combined with the sudden lacerating pain, threw the Spaniard forward and to the ground, knocking him out cold.
((Sorry for the sudden ending, I needed something before I went on hiatus. ;A; ))
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Post by Singapore on Jul 18, 2012 8:33:33 GMT -5
"Uncle Spain!!!" Singapore shouted to him. But it was too late, he was already thrown on the ground and knocked unconscious. She threw one of her knives straight at the undead creature. She ran to the European nation and noticed a red mark on his neck. Singapore turned pale as she backed away from the bitten nation.
"He's been bitten!" Singapore exclaimed. She moved forward to Spain again as cupped his head in her hands. "Spain! Uncle Spain!! Are you okay? Answer me!"
Singapore saw that the zombie she hit had still not given up. She picked another knife and threw it right between the eyes. It collapsed downor the final time and went to eternal slumber. She looked back at Spain to check his condition. Seems like nothing much happened yet, but that didn't mean that the effects weren't occurring inside him.
"Uncle Japan!! He needs to be treated!"
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Post by Japan on Jul 19, 2012 14:01:22 GMT -5
((It's all right Spain...you might wake up next time in the warehouse or the hospital. Not trying to character control or anything...we might just drag you there for safety ^^'))
Kiku ducked another zombie, kicking it before slicing into it with his katana. "Ah, I see. That makes sense." He kept their conversation short, putting all of his focus into killing the undead nearest to him. He was definitely losing stamina fast, and not at the greatest of times. He was surprised to find himself face-to-face with the Spaniard, despite the thick of the battle around them. He opened his mouth to ask Spain what was wrong when the other nation suddenly pitched forward, a zombie stumbling a little from the force of the blow to the sunny nation. Japan apologized mentally for not attempting to catch Spain as he fell to the blood-stained dirt, pulling his blade so that the other nation did not fall into it. He noticed the knife in the zombie and silently thanked Singapore for her quick reflexes.
He turned his attention to Spain, keeping an eye on his surroundings while taking a knee next to the nation. He noticed the blood by his neck, a shudder of fear racing through him. Singapore's shouting did nothing to assuage his fears, though a quick inspection of the wound told him the sunny nation had probably just been scratched. According to every video game or manga, a scratch could be harmful due to germs moreso than fear of being turned. However, video games weren't necessarily based on reality, so he could only hope that they were true and that they could get Spain inside quickly. The sooner they removed the other nation and cleaned his wound, the more likely he would avoid anything negative at all happening to him. However, the zombies, while thinner than before, were still enough in number to surround those remaining fighters.
"Singapore-san, we need to finish this quickly. We also must protect Spain during the duration of this fight. We must either contact the warehouse for backup, or else protect Spain while fighting off the remaining zombies." His voice came out between soft gasps, his body trembling from exhaustion and the continued exertion being forced on it. He had considered the option of retreating once they had cleared a path, but he dismissed the idea, fearing that leading the zombies to the other nations would only worsen their situation. Still, they would not survive long unless they either received help, or they won.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 19, 2012 14:04:54 GMT -5
((Psh. As if I care. XD I'm all "Just do what you gotta do to keep this thread going." You could easily just throw me in a ditch for safety and I'd work with that. XD))
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Post by Singapore on Aug 28, 2012 1:03:36 GMT -5
Singapore knew this had to be finished quickly. From the unnatural breath coming from Japan, he was definitely exhausted. And the situation Spain was in meant that she had to finish quickly. She looked around and saw that the numbers of zombies have definitely decreased. Hopefully, they'll be dead in time to cure Spain from the bite. She twirled her knife in her hands and threw it skillfully between an incoming zombie.
She pulled the knife out from the zombie and threw it from another one. She needed to stay near Spain so that we wouldn't be dragged away or anything. She slashed a zombie that was approaching her and flung her other knife at a zombie who was jumping up and already in midair. It fell to the ground in a thud.
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Post by Japan on Sept 9, 2012 9:20:45 GMT -5
Japan could no longer divide his attention to keep track of his fellow nations, save for the prone figure of Spain. He reasoned that if they did need his help, he would be informed in some way. He placed himself in a defensive position in front of the fallen nation, knowing that finishing the battle quickly was of even greater importance now that Spain had been touched by a zombie. He could feel his energy threatening to give out, the effects of the special substance he had used to quickly arrive at the warehouse long gone. He attempted not to dwell on his fatigue, trying instead to pour all of his concentration into swinging his katana and bringing the remaining zombies down.
The undead seemed to be dwindling, though to the weary nation it felt as though they were still coming in waves. Thankfully, his blade was sharp, though the silver was obscured almost completely by the blood of the zombies he continued to fell. Still, exhausted as he was, his aim to decapitate the few that encroached on him was still accurate, honed by centuries of fighting where the blade was the master weapon of combat rather than the gun. He relied more on his instincts now, the innate drive to remain living and simply to survive until there is no threat left. He forced his mind to shut out all else, save for the bit of rational thought that would alert him to the presence of a fellow nation rather than a zombie. He did not have time to be embarrassed over the hisses of pain or grunts of effort that escaped him, or for his pride to berate him each time a zombie stumbled a little too close for comfort.
The battlefield narrowed to just himself and the few undead close to him. He altered his stance in a millisecond pause, the blood on his hands and on the hilt of his sword forcing him to adjust his grip whenever he could. With an unintelligible cry, he lunged forward into a small group of approaching zombies, delivering death blows to all of them and only pausing long enough to watch them fall permanently lifeless to the ground. His once pristine white uniform was almost black, stained dark by the blood of the undead. The material clung to his skin, slick with the deep crimson and with his sweat. Unfortunately, the cloth was beyond rescuing, but the thought was a fleeting one he quickly pushed from his mind. More of them were approaching, though far fewer than there had once been.
Soon, the enemies would lie dead at their feet. 'Please hold on a little longer, Spain-san.'
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