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Post by America on Jun 20, 2012 10:32:32 GMT -5
When England called for the nations to hurry, America hastened his pace, throwing on a heavy jacket and quickly grabbing a pair of goggles. He wanted to be certain that he had the necessary equipment before running out to face the undead horde of zombies. Being prepared was one of the most important factors of fighting and America certainly wasn't going to be brought down simply because he left his gloves on his bunk or he didn't have enough ammo.
That thought in mind, he looked over at the weapons, hesitating for a few seconds before he snatched up his usual pistol. He was worried about being too far out of range to get a clear shot, but they would be running straight into the zombies. They wouldn't start shooting from fifty feet away or something utterly ridiculous like that. Besides, the handguns were far lighter, as was the ammunition for them, and America knew that he could shoot much quicker with a pistol than he could with a rifle.
Just in case, though, he also managed to find two of his knives. Though he was positive he packed enough ammo for his gun, one could never be sure. He needed back-up, and knives would do.
Mentally checking off everything, America decided he was ready. He ran outside after the other nations, his eyes on the crowd of zombies that were hanging about. Trust them to ruin everything. And trust them to force the nations out into the freezing cold weather. Out of every freaking place, it has to be Canada, America grumbled inwardly, cursing this chilly Canadian weather. Fighting zombies on one of his beaches would have been much more enjoyable. But beggars couldn't be choosers, so America would simply hold his tongue and just shoot.
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 20, 2012 11:09:56 GMT -5
Seychelles walked around aimlessly through the snow. It was too thick to see. Seychelles wanted to call for the figure but she worries that some zombie would hear her and try to attack her. But on the other hand, if the dark figure was being attacked by zombies then you might buy the person some time to run away. "To shout? Or to not shout??" seychelles thought. After a while, Seychelles did the most stupidest thing in the world....
"HELLO!!! ANYONE HERE?!!"She screamed. "What was I doing?!" Seychelles said. Soon, she could hear the sounds of the hungry zombies getting louder. She knew that she manage to attract some unwanted attention. She was toast.
She hold the shovel tightly and sliced the neck of the zombie, then smashed it into bits. She noticed another zombie behind her and she smashed the head of in one hit. Seychelles knew she was about to panick, but she cant let that happen. Zombies were crawling everywhere!!! Seychelles studied her surroundings. She noticed that she could escape at the right where there were only two zombies. Imediatley, she ran to the opening and smashed the first zombie head, then sliced the neck off. Using her chance, she ran as fast as her could, eyes darting everywhere to only noticed some zombies surrounding a dark figure.
Seychelles took out her air rifle and shot the zombie surrounding the figure one by one. She also shot some zombies walking to her. She killed them in a pattern, the one nearest to the dark figure, then the one walking to her. Soon, she was running out of bullets. Seychelles slingthe rifle on the shoulder and picked up her shovel. She smashed the last zombie walking to her and ran to the dark figure. From behind she smashed a zombie's head and then another. Some of them were turning around and walking to her.
Seychelles smashed more zombie's heads. Her shovel was getting worn out and she was getting tired. She smashed on more head, making a opening for the figure to run. Realizing that the figure was Singapore, she shouted," Singapore, run!!!"
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Post by England on Jun 20, 2012 13:23:08 GMT -5
England trusted the Nations to take care of themselves and darted out without waiting another second. Careful not to slip on the snow-covered ground (his boots provided no traction at all... Hopefully, Eastport could remedy to that with his supplies), he clicked the safety off his gun, and as he reached the first zombie, he let out a battle cry and smashed the butt of his gun in its head, splattering its brains on the white snow below.
He spun around to carry out his momentum, and as he returned to his original position, he aimed at a zombie not too far from him and fired. The zombie went down, but England had no time to rejoice, for there were many more to deal with.
Besides, he still hadn't confirmed who the wandering figure was, and he had to admit to himself: he didn't trust Seychelles to make any level-headed decisions, not with the brashness with which she jumped into battle. Perhaps she would be willing to dispatch the zombies while he escorted the newcomer back to the warehouse?
That made enough sense to work. So England got to it. Fraying himself a passage through the zombie and leaving in his wake a trail of blood and brains, he searched around for Seychelles.
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 22, 2012 0:39:40 GMT -5
"So the dark figure was Singapore the whole time huh?" Seychelles mumbled while she smashed another zombie head. Her shovel was already worn out. Seychelles dropped the shovel and took out the rifle. She tooked steps behind and shoot as many zombie that were comeing near her. There were just too many. Using the last of her bullets, she made an opening for herself and ran to Singapore, who was still not moving. Perhaps Singapore did'nt hear Seychelles due to the sound of the angry wind. Seychelles shouted once more, "GET OUT OF HERE SINGAPORE!!!!"
Immediately, she felt something cold touch her shoulder. As soon as she turn around, to her horror, there was a zombie ready to bite her. Seychelles pushed the zombie's hand and kick it till it fell on the ground. She was out of weapons and did not know what to do. Seychelles was the worse at fighting due to the fact that she lived in peace and never needed to fight. She never really used a gun or a weapon to kill before, making her have the lack of fighting experience.
Seychelles ran as fast as she can, trying to avoid as many zombies as she could. She managed to reach close enough to Singapore and signal her to get out of here. Right at the momen, she felt something grab her hand. It was yet another zombie. Due to the fact that she was exhuasted from her very first time running, she could not break free from the zombie. A peircing feeling went through her arm as it bit her and did not let go of the bite. Seychelles groaned in pain. She fell on the ground as it try to bite her at a placed that was not covered by cloth. She moved her unbittened hand around the ground and felt something hard like a stick. Using that chance, she swing the stick and hit the zombie head, making the zombie release the grip but making the cloth where it bit her tear out. She tried to stand up but felt something grab the leg and pulled her down. That zombie would not give up.
"Someone help me...." Seychelles said before getting her leg bitten by the zombie.
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Post by Singapore on Jun 22, 2012 6:22:01 GMT -5
Singapore took out her rifle and shot th zombies that were a bit too close. She missed a few and had to shoot twice to get them. After a few rounds, her shoulder started to hurt from the impact of the rifle. Then, from her side view, she could see the same figure that chased her into the chaos. She turned her attention there am realized that it was Seychelles. She saw her signal to her to run away. She followed her.
Then Singapore saw something astonishing. She saw a zombie, about to bite the nation. It was a split second thought. She couldn't use her rifle in fear of hitting Seychelles. So, she took her dull knives and threw it as hard as she could. Amazingly, the dull knife stabbed through the zombie's head.
"Seychelles! Are you okay?" Singapore shouted. She started towards Seychelles, but a zombie blocked her way and pushed her back into the circle of zombies until she lost sight of Seychelles. There was no other choice than to defend herself.
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Post by England on Jun 22, 2012 8:21:09 GMT -5
England rushed through the zombies, clubbing the ones he couldn't shoot with the butt of his AK-47. Thankfully, it wasn't dark out, although the snow didn't do much for visibility, and England could spot Seychelles and the other person a bit further away from him.
As he got closer, he finally recognized the Asian nation, and, shooting a zombie in his path, he made his way through to her side.
"Singapore, correct?" he asked, panting as he turned around to shoot another zombie. "What were you doing wandering outside in this weather!?" his eyes analyzed the scene for any threats. "On second thought, don't answer that right now. Just fall back to the back lines. All groundskeepers have to be able to clear a line back to the medics if anyone gets injured, so you do just that!" he ordered, and then looked around.
Masses of zombies, and nothing else.
"And.... where's Seychelles?" he asked, glare hardening as he searched for her. His answer came under the guise of a scream, and he whipped around, apprehension pounding in his veins. There, right there, a few steps away from him, was a zombie, lying on the cold ground, legs sunk in something that was very much alive and very much belonging to a certain reckless Nation he was ready to scold until kingdom come.
"Seychelles!" he cried, jumping forward and dragging Singapore with him. "Come with me! We have to get her inside!" once he got to her side, he clubbed the zombie, splattering brains everywhere, and knelt next to the girl. "Seychelles! God damn it, what in bloody hell took you! If you followed orders, this wouldn't have happened!" he groaned in frustration, to avoid showing that he was afraid, afraid that Seychelles would have to go through the pain of dying, afraid that he hadn't been able to protect his nations... No matter. He turned to Singapore and, as he lifted Seychelles up, barked out "Clear a path for us!"
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Post by Singapore on Jun 22, 2012 9:21:50 GMT -5
It had been quite a while since Singapore last saw England, so she was a little shocked to have him shout at her at first sight. But when she thought of the situation they were in, she pretty much understood. She took her rifle and began shooting at the zombies. Now at this time, she was worried about having enough bullets. She only brought enough for practice and didn't expect to be in this kind of situation. But as she checked, she had quite enough until she got to the warehouse.
Singapore took a quick look behind her to register if England and Seychelles was still behind her. They were, but Seychelles looked really bad at the moment. They would have to pick up the pace. Singapore quickly loaded her gun and began a frenzy of bullets into the zombies in front of her.
"Uncle England! We'll have to pick up the pace!" Singapore shouted back. She hoped Enland got the message. After she shouted back, she broke into sprints. She shot more zombies on the way to clear a path. But because she was running her aim was a bit off and a few zombies got too close to her. Singapore used the back of the rifle to knock out some of the zombies. She knew that they would just stand up again, but of she and England were fast enough they wouldn't be able to catch up to them.
And to think that she was just out for a stroll.
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Post by Liechtenstein on Jun 22, 2012 10:23:32 GMT -5
Liechtenstein was glad she brought her coat in the rush to get to the tower. She rubbed her hands together, hoping the friction would give some heat to her fingers and lying down on her stomach, both her elbows propping her up, so that she could see through the telescope that was attached to her rifle. Her right hand was on the trigger ready to shot any unwanted newcomers that approaching the warehouse.
Heavy snow was falling down and it was impossible clearly make out what was going on in the distant. No matter how many times she see them in the news or pictures or in real life, the sight of dead humans walk made her shiver and a small tear rolled down her cheek. It pained her to see how many people died and was forced to become the very thing that killed them. Quickly wiping the tear, she searched for England and the rest of the nations.
Liechtenstein let out a horrified gasp when she saw Seychelles being overcome by the animated corpses and not far from her was Singapore also surrounded. The European girl bit down on her bottom lip in frustration and fright for her friend. It was too far away and too much snow for her to get an accurate aim without shooting a nation. So she shot a little bit off the side of nations, hoping to thin out the crowd of living corpse. Liechtenstein frowned even though the zombies can't feel and not really alive, she still doesn't like to kill them.
England reached Singapore and Seychelles, the ribbon haired girl let a sigh of relief when the nations grouped and made their way back to the warehouse. As they began to get closer, Liechtenstein was able to get a better aim and she shot any pursuing zombies.
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 22, 2012 11:31:40 GMT -5
Seychelles could hear England talking to her. Since when was he here? She tilted her head to look at England. " I'm alright, England I can manage myself," Seychelles groaned as she felt a stinging pain on her chest, " Is Singapore alright?". She wasn't worried for herself. She just wanted to know if the fellow asian was alright. But soon, she felt another sharp pain hit her chest. What in the world was happening? Was this how the effects of being beaten by zombies was?
Immediately, she felt herself lighter than usual. Only to realize that England was carrying her. " Hey! I can walk you know, you do not need to carry..." before she could say her sentence finish a sharper pain suddenly stuck her. She couldn't help but to give a little scream. She didn't want to scream and make people worried. She use her hands to cover her mouth. It hurts like crazy! But she doesn't want them to worry too much.
By the time they reached the inside of the warehouse, Seychelles was in too much pain to think straight. She slowly close her eyes and rest her head for a while.
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Post by America on Jun 22, 2012 11:35:39 GMT -5
When he heard the cries of the other nations, America instantly assumed something unfortunate had happened. He recognized England's voice yelling something, and he was pretty certain Seychelles had cried out (though he couldn't be sure, not having much interaction with her during world meetings and whatnot). Cursing, he shot through the head of another zombie, being extra careful not to slip on the snow. The last thing they needed was yet another wounded nation.
He supposed the most he could do at the moment would be to shoot down as many zombies as he could. If he tried barreling his way through to wherever the other nations were, it was possible that it could become too crowded and hectic. No, his skills should be put to use and he should focus solely on the zombies around him, not around them. Besides, they had two, three other nations around, and someone was up in the tower shooting down, so America was certain that they could hold off the zombies until they could get to safety.
He just really wished nothing too horrible had happened. At worst, someone had a zombie bite. The thought made America cringe, but there really wasn't much he could do about that. He was no medic. He was a fighter. And he would be fighting while some medic could save whoever-it-was that was bit.
Still, he was curious to know if everyone was alright. He glanced around, shooting through the zombies, until he caught sight of the other nations. Well, no one was bleeding out onto the snow, so that was a good sign. It seemed that Seychelles was the wounded one, though, for England was carrying her. All the more reason to kill zombies- he had to make sure they were able to make it back to the warehouse with no trouble.
He realized he had been staring too long when he felt a zombie brush up against him. Spinning around, he shot it, ignoring the blood (and other stuff he really didn't want to focus on) that splattered him. "Shit," he hissed, his breath coming out in puffs. He had to pay more attention to what he was doing. They could take care of themselves.
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Post by Singapore on Jun 22, 2012 22:55:06 GMT -5
They had finally reached into the safety of the warehouse. Singapore slung her rifle onto her back and rushed to Seychelles. Singapore knew that she wasn't a medic, but seeing a friend hurt, she had to check for wounds. That's when she noticed a peculiar wound on Seychelles's leg. There were two small holes that were dripping with blood. It looked like something you see from TV when a vampire bites someone on the nape of the neck. But Singapore knew better; it was a zombie bite.
"Un-uncle England! Sh-she got b-b-bitten!" Singapore stuttered. She was terrified. She didn't know what to do now. Seychelles needed a medic and fast. Singapore grasped Seychelles's hand when her hands closed.
"Seychelles! You cannot go to sleep!! Wake up! Get hold of yourself!! HURRY UP AND WAKE UP ALREADY!!!!!" Singapore shouted, her singlish accent was already slipping into he speech. The black haired nation now had nothin she could do. He sighed and let a year drip down her cheek.
"Uncle England! You cannot let her become a zombie okay!" Singapore told him, still with her singlish accent. Then she took out her knives and sharpened them by alicing her knves against each othet as fast as she could while walking out of the warehouse. She was going back into the battlefield, with vengeance.
As Singapore walked out, she was met by a zombie. In a split second, it's head was rolling on the ground. She sharpen her knives some more before slicing two more zombies. She continued sharpening and slicing until she caught sight of America. To her, it seemed like he needed help, but Singapore knew that if she got in the way, America wouldn't be betting thankful. So she kept her distance while at the same time stayed close enough to see if he needed help.
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 23, 2012 5:18:17 GMT -5
Seychelles opened her eyes to see Singapore holding her hand, shouting at her. "Relax Singapore," Seychelles said smiling. She doesnt want them to worry too much. It was only two bites, one on her hand and the other on her leg, there should'nt be bad right? "I'm alright. Is there any place for Eastport to land?" She asked, trying to change the subject.
She saw Sigapore sharpened her knives and walked out of the warehouse. Seychelles tried to stand up, but failed when a peircing pain hit her leg. She could not believe it. It was just two bites only and it hurts like someone was stabbing her. Was something spreading through her? Why did it still hurt? And why did her chest hurt so badly just now? She fell to the groud again but used her unbitten leg to stand up. She slowly limp to the couch and sat there to rest. "A...After some r..rest,I c..can go conti..continue.." She said as she massage the bitten spot on her hand. She needed a medic, but there was no medic right this instant. She continue massaging her hand, then lifted her bitten leg to massage it to. It was not suppose to hurt for this long.
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Post by England on Jun 25, 2012 19:36:46 GMT -5
England huffed as he sat her down and crossed his arms, glaring at her.
"You're lucky we've got a vaccine now." he grunted after a while of watching Seychelles rub her bites. "If we didn't... It would've been easier to shoot you right now." he looked at her coldly for a second longer, and then sighed, taking his gun off of him and propping it against a couch. "We have to get to the infirmary. I'll get a scientist to come inside and make a vaccine. You're lucky it's only the first stage. At best, you'll have to take the 3rd stage, which comes after four hours. It's unpleasant, but the vaccine will take between 2 and 5 hours to make, so just.... mentally prepare yourself for third stage symptoms." he ran a hand through his hair and sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.
He wasn't worried, because he knew that Japan, or any other scientist, would easily be able to create a vaccine in no time, and would spare Seychelles the pain of having to go through all seven stages of a zombie infection... but he was disappointed. Disappointed with himself, disappointed that he hadn't been good enough of a commander to prevent his team from being hurt.
"Orders are orders, Seychelles. They exist because they have to be followed." he found himself telling her in a wearier voice than he would've liked to have. "Just... sit still. I'll go get a scientist, and be back to help you to the infirmary."
He gave her one last look, and then spun around, grabbed his AK-47, and jogged back out.
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Post by Zombies on Jun 25, 2012 20:38:19 GMT -5
The zombies were still flooding the nations that were outside, their sheer number being quite overwhelming. Like a hydra, when one was shot down, two stomped over its fallen body and advanced towards the nation that would have to retreat and put some distance. They were fighting a defensive war. And the zombies, without realizing it, were winning.
Some of them were able to bypass the nations outside and ended up clawing at the fence. Metallic and not ideal for protection against the undead, the fence swayed dangerously with every blow the zombies struck. The sound of screeches and moans and guns and dropping bodies was absolutely deafening. Like a morbid symphony of death, and the living that were struggling to stay alive.
The zombies , fuelled by their insticts, found it easier to gang up, at some point. And so, as that seemed the most effective, they did so.
Five zombies converged upon the black-haired girl with glasses. She was slashing at them, but it didn't matter. In a matter of seconds, she was circled, and rotten arms were extending, fingers with flesh flayed from their bones grabbing around for some kind of grip, fluttering across her skin and leaving rot and dirt and blood with every swipe.
Another bunch attacked the golden-haired nation with glasses. Four of them turned their eyes upon his delicious-looking, slightly tanned skin, and moaned in unison as they grabbed for him. One of the smaller ones, most probably a child, by the looks of it, was able to get a grasp on the back of his jacket and let out a moan of delight, but its moment of glory was short lived, because soon enough, two other zombies heard its moan and rushed at the nation in the middle, crushing the smaller zombie under their booted feet in their rush to grab a hold of the nation's upper arm and neck.
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Japan
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Post by Japan on Jun 25, 2012 22:39:01 GMT -5
((Sorry for the weird joining point...I hope this is satisfactory~! <3))
Japan sighed, shuffling the papers in the lab. Much of the scientific work had fallen to him, which meant far too many sleepless nights and far fewer trips to the outside world. Being cooped up in one spot did not bother him, though the lack of second or even third opinions of his work made him wary to draw any conclusions about anything. He had no idea what had become of the other two scientists, only that if he truly was the only one actively researching and developing anything, he could not afford to be unhealthy. Unfortunately, old habits died hard, and though occasionally he received worried glances from some of nations he was closest to, he only received them when he actually ventured out of the lab at decent hours of the day.
He had finally decided that a bit of fresh air not infused with chemicals was in order when a commotion at the entrance of the warehouse drew his attention. Tossing his papers onto the table (he could sort them later) and double-checking for anything he might have left on (burning down the warehouse due to carelessness would do them no good, even in a moment of panic), he touched the sword at his belt and hurried out into the Common room. Quickly rubbing sleep from his eyes, he quickly scanned the space in order to figure out just what was happening. His observed that no one was inside, which meant that there must have been a zombie outbreak nearby. He scanned the room, looking for England. If anyone knew what was going on, England would.
He didn't find England...but he did find another sight that made him curse himself inwardly for not arriving sooner. "Seychelles-san!" He did not want to leave her, but he needed to find England to let him know that he knew. "I will return shortly." He inwardly apologized for his curt response, and then ran to the door, his hand on his sword in case he would have to use it. "Now to find England-san...hopefully he has not gone far."
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