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Post by Singapore on Jun 25, 2012 22:48:05 GMT -5
Singapore found herself surrounded by five zombies. But in the next few seconds, their existence disappeared by Singapore's knives. Singapore sharpened her knives one last time so that it was sharp enough to her liking. Now Singapore could stop sharpening her knives and concentrate on fending off the zombies. She sliced through one zombie after another and neve hesitated.
Then something caught her eye. America was about to be tackled by two zombies. And it seemed that their mouths were wide open. In her head, she was going to warn America, but her instinct did another. She used two of her knives and threw it at the zombies' head. They both came stumbling down. When Singapore knew what she did she gave a quick sorry in America's direction. Then she continued with her zombie slaying.
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Post by England on Jun 25, 2012 22:58:50 GMT -5
England ran outside and surveyed the back lines. It wasn't looking too good, with the zombies threatening to break the fence down and the nations being swarmed like that. God, this looked way too much like a battlefield already. He hated it, hated it so much.
"Sniping tower, do you copy?" he finally called, putting the walkie-talkie to his mouth and hoping that Lichtenstein had remembered to turn the PA system branch up in the tower on. "I need you to shoot down the zombies getting too close to the fence. We want to avoid the fence toppling at all costs." he then put the walkie-talkie back in its place and looked around once more. No signs of Japan, or any other scientists, in the back line. That was bad. Where were they?
Deciding not to waste any time, he jogged back inside, only to turn a corner and narrowly avoid bumping into Japan. Instincts told him to put his gun up, but when he noticed it was only Japan, he quickly put it down and nodded as a quick apology.
"Glad I found you." he huffed, out of breath. "Seychelles' been bitten. I know you've been under a lot of stress lately, but I really need you to create a dose of vaccine. A few doses of vaccine, if you can. We don't know what's going to happen out there." he threw a veiled look of worry at the door, and then turned back to him. "Please work as fast as you can. The sooner the Nations are cured, the better."
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Post by Japan on Jun 25, 2012 23:25:04 GMT -5
Japan nearly turned the corner and ran into England, his hand flying to a shorter knife on instinct to defend himself. However, the eyebrows and sandy blond hair were unmistakable, and he quickly flipped the blade back into its holder and gave a short bow of apology (space was limited, after all). The splatters of blood on his face and clothing were enough, though the quick rising and falling of his chest confirmed that the situation outside was not going well. He blinked at England silently, hearkening back to long afternoons that were filled with so much silent but perfectly understood conversation. He knew England would answer in his own time, through a nod or a subtle quirking of his brows.
Instead, he focused on England's words, subtly pinching the skin of his thigh to keep himself alert. He gave England a look that clearly spoke of resting much later...that the stress of the situation was nothing he couldn't handle. "Hai, understood, England-san. I will go to work immediately." He turned to go, but before he left he faced England another time and bowed slightly to him. "Everything will work out, England-san. Please continue on, but do not worry. Everyone will do their best, I am sure." He could see the worry in England's eyes, and he hoped that the blond would be able to push his guilt aside and concentrate on the battle ahead. Nothing that happened was his fault, even if he was the commander. However, Japan knew they did not have more time to exchange pleasantries, or even words of encouragement. He only hoped his words and the subtle gestures were enough for the time being.
He nodded his head before turning and heading back down the hallway, straight back to the laboratory to begin working on the vaccine. It would take him 2 hours minimum for one dosage, though with the increased demand for dosages he feared it would take more time. He passed Seychelles on his way, feeling guilty once more that she was simply abandoned in the Common room. Then again, moving her to the infirmary would take time they did not have. For now, her move would have to wait, and he murmured a quiet apology as he hurried on to the lab.
He stepped into the laboratory again, quickly moving to a small box in the corner of the room and began to fiddle with the dials until he was sure the volume was at a ridiculously audible level. The box was normally kept at a fairly low volume, simply so that no scientist would be startled into creating an explosion simply because England (or anyone else) paged them. The last thing anyone needed was a guilt trip...or a burned limb. Now, if England needed him, all he had to do was tap into the PA system. Japan startled less easily, so the new volume did not bother him. He set to work, pushing aside his worry and focusing all of his energy into creating the dosages of vaccine for his fellow Nations.
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Post by America on Jun 26, 2012 7:07:31 GMT -5
America was actually doing okay fighting, considering he was alone out on the field and was facing a fairly large amount of zombies. He was able to ignore all the blood and guts and internal matter that sprayed through the air as he shot his gun. And just to make sure he stayed safe, he gripped the handle of one of his knives, ready to slash out if any zombie came any closer. The pistol was good, yes, but if he had to load in the middle of fighting, he would die without a second defense (of course, he wasn't sure if he could load his gun with one hand and fight with the other- he really did need some other nations out with him soon, just in case he needed backup).
Then he saw Singapore out there fighting and he breathed a sigh of relief. Even if the two of them would still be needing help, at least he had someone out there with him. He always felt better when he saw a fellow nation facing the zombies with him. Standing amongst the undead creatures was a frightening experience, no matter how many times he would do it, and he just wanted company.
He didn't keep his eyes on Singapore for too long, since he felt yet another zombie touch him. This one managed to actually grab a hold of his jacket, and America spun around, his heart racing in his chest. It completely stopped, though, when he saw that this zombie was but a child. Frozen for a split second, he watched as it was trampled by it's own kind.
He felt sick. He felt sicker than when he saw their brains splatter everywhere. He had to be reminded that children were bitten, children were turned into zombies, and he had to shoot them down. He had to shoot children. It didn't matter if they were technically dead, he still had to watch his bullet travel through their heads, watch them fall...
Of course, America was unable to stay in his dazed state for long. He felt the zombies grab him, their cold, grimy fingers tightening around both his arm and neck. He was just about to shoot them but, before he could, two knives flew straight into their heads and they fell over. With a relieved sigh, America glanced up over at Singapore, reminding himself that he really had to think her later on. Right now, though, he ought to focus on killing these zombies. He spun around and bashed one's head with the butt of his gun. When that didn't kill it, he buried his knife deep in it's skin, twisting it quickly to make sure he got the brain. He did, it 'died', and he turned to shoot at another zombie.
The sick feeling just got worse.
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Post by England on Jun 26, 2012 23:02:06 GMT -5
England sighed, nodded to Japan and ran a hand through his hair, motioning to Seychelles that he would be right back. He then turned around and ran back to the door to check on the situation outside. Thankfully, there still didn't seem to be any grave casualties, which was a good thing. He threw one last glance at the battlefield and then turned back inside, hoping he could make it outside again to help. He hated feeling helpless and powerless. So he decided to stop sulking and get productive.
By the time he came back, Japan was long gone, and he was left with Seychelles. He looked at her once more, the familiar fire of guilt burning through his veins, and slowly put the walkie-talkie up to his mouth, switching it to the laboratory's channel.
"Thanks, Japan." he hesitantly whispered before putting it down, clipping it to his belt, and walking over.
"Come on, let's move you." England nodded to Seychelles as he mechanically pulled her up, putting one of her arms around his shoulders for support. Painstakingly, aware of her bites, he helped her walk across the warehouse, through the infirmary flap, and into the quarantine area. Unpleasant memories assailed him as he passed the door that had once almost become the door to his coffin.
Shaking his head and snapping him back to the situation at hand, England pushed open the second quarantine room door and dragged Seychelles inside.
"I know it's going to be unpleasant, but..." he sighed in relief as he set her down on the bed. "You're going to have to stay here for the next five hours. I'll be back to bandage your bites. Do you need any painkillers? I could bring you sedatives to help you sleep the five hours off." he suggested. "Either way, you're stuck in here, so... may as well get some rest."
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 27, 2012 4:01:40 GMT -5
Seychelles turned a deaf ear on almost everything England was saying and continued to rub her bite. The tiny bit of pain should have ease by now. She wondered why she went to help that country she never really talked to. Maybe its because that right in her mind that time, she did not want to loose anyone again. Seychelles sighed. At least Singapore was alright. She was a great fighter anyway. Unlike herself, a petie and stubborn nation with no experience in fighting.
Seychelles suddenly felt herself stood up and felt her arm swing over a person's shoulder. She turn her head to look at the nation. It was England. "I can walk you know. You don need to help me" she said coldly to him, making no eye contact. What was the use? England would still help her to wherever they were going and she herself had to limp to the couch. Meaning she ran out of energy. She let him help her out.
She was brought to a room and England lay her on a bed. Still, she wont make any eye contact with him. " i can take care of myself. I don need painkillers." Seychelles said stubbornly. Why was she still acting like this? She wanted to say "Thank you" but everytime she just could not say it. She lay down on the bed and pull the blanket to cover herself. But as soon as England was about to leave, she suddenly spill her words. "T.. Thanks alot, C... Catterpillar eyebrows. "
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Post by Liechtenstein on Jun 27, 2012 11:43:57 GMT -5
"Sniping tower, do you copy?" Liechtenstein jumped in surprised at the sound of England’s voice from the PA. “I copy?” She answered, not sure what she was suppose to copy. "I need you to shoot down the zombies getting too close to the fence. We want to avoid the fence toppling at all costs."
Liechtenstein blinked and looked, much to her horror, to see zombies already clawing the fence. “O-of course, Mr. England.” She answered when she found her voice.
After reloading her rifle, Liechtenstein began to snip the living corpse that were touching the fence. She tried not to look at them too much, fearing that their decaying flesh would leave a permanent image, and only focus on their forehead. The heavy snow falling down was not helping her and she kept missing. Liechtenstein wished that someone were here to help her take down those animated corpse that were approaching the metallic fence.
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Post by Singapore on Jun 27, 2012 21:02:30 GMT -5
Singapore's anger against the zombies were lessening. She was beginning to get worried now, about Seychelles's condition. What if she becomes a zombie, and they had no other choice than to kill her? Singapore shuddered at the thought.
'No, Seychelles would be able to make it.' Singapore assured herself. 'They're probably giving her a cure now.'
Singapore sliced through another zombie when it came uncomfortably close. There was no end to these monsters. Then she heard a gunshot. She turned to the direction of the noise and realized that it was a sniper from the tower. Singapore looked at the direction of the sniper's aim and noticed that she was shooing the fence. She thought of she should help the sniper but for some reason decided against it. She had enough to deal with over here. She gave a mental apology, if that was even possible, to the sniper.
A thought hit Singapore, before she was attacked by the zombies, He heard the sound of a helicopter. Singapore took a quick look to the sky and wondered about the copter. What happened to it? And who was on it?
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Post by England on Jun 28, 2012 21:38:31 GMT -5
England stopped at the door, back turned to Seychelles, and paused for a second, biting his lip. Why would she thank him? For condemning her? For giving her the wrong orders? For sending her out to her possible death? England felt like he deserved no one's thanks, no matter what he did. Being redeemed for his ineptitude and inability to protect those he swore he would keep alive seemed so far away from him. He refused to acknowledge any thanks, not until he deserved them for good.
"Don't thank me just yet." he merely grunted, and stepped out before she could say anything else. He closed the door gently behind him, and then took a moment to sigh and run a hand through his hair, conflict in his eyes, before shaking his head and deciding to feel sorry for himself another day. Preferably never.
Either way, determined, he jogged out into the hospital wing and tore open the cupboards, pulling out a roll of bandages and some disinfectant. He wanted to hurry and get out there and just get it done with soon. How much time until Eastport reached the landing site? Ten minutes? Less? They didn't have time to dawdle. The clock was ticking, and they weren't getting any younger. Or any luckier with those zombies outside.
He jogged back to Seychelles' room and threw the door open, dropping his supplies on her bed and starting to wet a towel with disinfectant immediately.
"Your bites. Show them to me. Quickly, I don't have time to stay longer than I have to." he ordered in a cut, cold, distant voice as he held out his hand expectantly.
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 29, 2012 2:17:13 GMT -5
Seychelles laid down and took a short rest, waiting for England to return. But she could'nt sleep. She kept on thinking about Eastport's arrival. Will he be alright? Hiw long till he can land saftely? Is the landing area cleared for him to land? She could not stop thinking about his safety."England must be very busy with this mess. If Eastport could not land safety, then its going to be difficult for us to get the supplies and also get eastport without getting him bitten or hurt."She paused and then continued,"Its half my fault, getting myself bitten making catterpillar brows much more busy."
Immediately after that the door slamed open and things were threw to the bed. Seychelle sat up in surprise only to realise it was England. As soon as he asked her the question, Seychelles stick put her hand and pointed to the bitemark. She then grab her leg and show the other bitemark. "One on my left hand and the other on my right leg." She replied coldly. The pain on her hand and leg has ease.
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Post by England on Jun 29, 2012 17:57:26 GMT -5
"Alright. This will sting, but it's the least of your worries." England grabbed her hand without any finesse and smudged plenty of disinfectant on the open skin. He didn't have time to coo and worry about her. He'd never do the first one, and he'd have time to secretly do the second later. After everyone was safe and sound inside the warehouse.
He grabbed the roll of bandages and wrapped her hand tight before setting it down on the sheets and doing the same to her leg. Once he was done, he sighed and put the supplies on her night table, mentally going over everything to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.
"Alright. You're in the first stage now, so it won't be so bad. Just some mild spikes of pain in your bite areas. In about half an hour to an hour's time, you'll develop a fever and the rest of the second-stage symptoms. And, if Japan takes too long, after four hours, you'll develop stage three symptoms. I trust you know what those symptoms are, so you can prepare yourself for them. It's not exactly a walk in the park." he winced as memories of his own pleasant encounter with near death sprang back up in his mind. "Just.... be ready. The best thing would be to get some sleep. Just sleep through the symptoms until Japan has got the vaccine ready."
He then turned around and paced a bit before going for the door.
"I need to get back out there now. You are not allowed to leave this room at any cost. I'm going to lock it from the outside, just to make sure, alright?" not that he didn't trust Seychelles, but... she was a very hot-headed and rash Nation, so... he wouldn't put it past her to run out there and expose both herself and the others to even more danger. "If you need anything, hold it until we get back. We shouldn't be long. I'll send someone when Eastport lands, in about ten minutes. Until then, like I said, get some sleep. And just... stay here." he insisted on the last sentence, giving her a lingering glance before opening the door. "Orders are orders. Follow them and you'll be fine."
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Post by Seychelles on Jul 2, 2012 0:39:55 GMT -5
Seychelles groaned when the medicine was applied on both wounds. Why would it hurt so much? It was just a small wound. Seychelles tried to keep her next groan in, leaving her to whimper a bit. She let out a small sigh. Its just mild pain only, later on would be fever. Its not that bad right? Seychelles never really got herself sick before. The last time she was sick she was only a child.
She nodded her head and layed down, wrapping herself with the blanket. She should use this time to sleep. Immediately after he left, she tried to take a nap without caring for those pain that were coming in.
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Post by Zombies on Jul 3, 2012 19:16:54 GMT -5
100.
The approximative number of zombies at the beginning didn't look like so much, especially since they were dropping like flies at the hands of the talented nations protecting their home base. It was still quite large enough of a force, though, to give the nations a challenge. What the zombies lost in lack of tactics, they gained in number. Being overwhelmed was the biggest risk here. And with the number of zombies fighting against the must lower number of Nations, being overwhelmed was a very real threat.
The noise in the sky was close to attracting more zombies that were just outside the hearing range. At that rate, they would just keep pouring in and moan, bite and claw at anything and everything living their bony hands could find. Time was of the essence, and the Nations weren't doing so good with time at the moment.
They were like a wave, crashing on the shore with immense power and killing everything in their wake. And now, the wave was going for the Nations, and with the number of zombies present, the Nations were in danger of quite literally drowning in the sea of undead. One of these days, the nails scraping on their clothing and trying to catch a bit of floating cloth or a bunch of blowing hair would succeed and drag them down to the bottom, never to be seen- or at least in the same condition- again.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 3, 2012 22:40:24 GMT -5
The sound yelling reached Canada's ears and he sat straight up in bed, banging his forehead on the bottom of the top bunk. Rubbing his forehead, he listened to the noises around him. It seemed that they were coming from outside. He got up out of bed and looked outside of the nearest window. If he looked really far outside, he could see a swarm of bodies coming closer to the warehouse. Once he had rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he finally realized what was going on with a shock. Those weren't nations, they were zombies.
They had forgotten about him again. He quickly grabbed his pistol with plenty of replacements of amo to use for long range attacking, and his knives used for close combat. Rushing outside, he almost tripped serveral times out of nervousness. This was going to be his first encounter with the zombies in a long time. He was worried if he would be able to help at all, or would he just be a nuisance. He truely wanted to help, but he didn't have a whole lot of fighting experiance.
The door to the outside opened and Canada rushed outside, looking for a familiar face. There was no way he was going to fight alone. Before he could spot anyone however, he reached the horde of zombies. Taking out his pistol, he shot at the zombies several times, hitting three of them multiple times in the head. A smile crossed his face, but only for a moment. He was secretly proud of his shooting skills, even if he wasn't the best at it.
He looked around again, trying to find anyone that he could help out. Finally, he spotted America in the middle of the all the chaos. Canada took out his knives and began to slice a path to his brother. He knew that America would probably hate him for attempting to help, but he couldn't watch his brother get hurt. The hero never needed help, but if that was true, then why did they have a sidekick?
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Post by America on Jul 4, 2012 21:50:00 GMT -5
Once he was able to stop whipping around every five seconds to shoot at the zombies, America did a quick scan of everything around him. Oh, man. There was a lot more than he had originally anticipated. And he was one of the few nations out on the field fighting at the moment. His heart hammered in his chest as he shot down zombie after zombie after freaking zombie. He was getting tired, disgusted, sore and, as the time dragged on, scared.
He was scared of how outnumbered they were. The zombies would keep coming, too, he knew that. He wasn't completely stupid. He knew that, so long as they heard the sound of their own, they would continue pouring on in. Or over. Whatever, the term didn't matter. Point was, he wasn't sure how long they could keep this up.
Then, lo and behold, he spotted another country walking towards him. Thankfully, names didn't fail him today. "Canada!" he cried out, overjoyed to see his brother coming to help him. Well, there was another one of his side. He helped Canada bring down the zombies in his way before pulling him close and quickly touching his back with Canada's back. Now he wouldn't be unguarded. He wouldn't have to keep spinning.
"Thanks bro," he said above the moans of the zombies. "Damn it, they just keep coming, don't they?" He used his bloody knife to stab at any zombie that came too close while shooting the ones out of arms reach. "Keep your eyes everywhere, even on the ground," he warned. "They sometimes like to crawl at ya, too." Unfortunately, it was getting difficult to distinguish what was dead and what was alive. America needed some of them to clear up to make his job easier.
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