|
Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 4, 2012 22:15:04 GMT -5
Canada quickly make it to his brother's side, thankfully without too any injuries yet. Of course the few he had were just scratches, and those didn't matter too much. At least not in a time of need like this.
Canada was now back to back with his brother "No problem, I couldn't let you have all the fun." How could he be sarcastic at a time like this? Maybe it was just because he now had a farmiliar face by his side, and he was feeling much better already. However this wasn't the time to play catch up with his brother. Not to mention he was still terrified of the monsters that were surrounding him.
Following his brother's lead, Canada took out his pistol with his right hand and started to shoot at the farther away zombies. He placed the knives in his left hand, ready for when a zombie got a little too close. Already you could see the blood staining the snow undermeathe them. Canada tried to keep his head up and ignore the mess on the ground. Even though the zombies appeared to be dropping like flies around them, more swarmed in, making an ocean of the undead. Every time one fell, two seemed to take it's place. At this rate, Canada was scared that they would drown under the bodies.
|
|
|
Post by Singapore on Jul 5, 2012 2:39:15 GMT -5
Singapore noticed a very (very) small existence of another nation. She had to look twice before finally realizing that Canada had joined in. Singapore looked at the tower in which the unknown sniper was in. Now she could help the nation who was fending of the zombies on the fence. She went nearer to the tower and took her rifle. She started shooting at the zombies at the fence wing extra careful with her aim. She was quite afraid that the fence might gain too many bullets from her rifle. Her aim wasn't really good in the machine than she was with her knives. But she did her best.
After a few seconds of shooting, she realized that a few zombies had there around her and were about to attack at once. She didn't know that they could think in this manner. She shot the zombies and they eventually fell to the ground. Singapore took a glance at the sky. She hope that the helicopter had enough fuel to keep the nation safe in the sky.
|
|
|
Post by [x] Eastport on Jul 5, 2012 20:02:39 GMT -5
((THANK YOU, SINGAPORE. YOU JUST GAVE ME AN OPPORTUNITY.))
Although Eastport was worried about the nations, his worry only grew when bad news arrived.
"Sir, we have a problem." The captain ordered him to the front and pointed at one of the many gauges. "We're running low on fuel. We're going to have to land somewhere."
"How much time to we have?"
"Ten minutes, maximum."
SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT. As if this day couldn't get any worse for the young micronation, NOW they had to run out of fuel.
"And how come we've only got that much?!" He growled, nearly punching the wall. "Who's brilliant idea was it to leave WITHOUT the required amount of fuel?!"
"We had enough, sir, when we left. We've been hovering so long that we lost most of it."
As much as he wanted to make a frustrated comment, the teen resorted to taking a long, exasperated sigh. "There's no way outta this, huh?" He said, crossing his arms and glaring out at the snow. "Then I guess there's only one choice."
Tying back his blonde (yet brunette-tipped) hair, Eastport checked his gear. "I'm gonna go help the fight. The more people fighting, the better. Drop me off, wouldja?"
I'M SCREWED, I'M SCREWED, I'M SCREWED. Despite his yelling and freaking out in his head, he had to maintain a somewhat strong aura. This captain, although (sadly) not one of his citizens, still had to have some faith in him as a nation, even if he wasn't a strong one (or a famous one).
Well, as they say, you've got to face your fear to overcome it. And what better way for him to face his fear of snow than to fight God-knows-how-many zombies in said frozen precipitation?
I've got my knife and my pistol. And I think I'll be okay, even if I don't have a lot of layers.
Sometime later, Eastport was dangling from a long rope, repelling down to the ground.
RIGHT in the middle of the fight.
Perfect.
Especially since it looked like someone could use his help.
"LOOK OUT!" He shouted, jumping the last few feet and whipping out his knife, stabbing a nearby corpse that was about to jump the girl right in the forehead and relished the sight of his dropping to the ground. "Sorry 'bout being late. Bit of traffic, y'know?"
Give the boy props for trying, okay?
|
|
|
Post by America on Jul 5, 2012 20:43:43 GMT -5
America snorted, though he doubted that Canada could hear that. He really did despise the zombies and their loud noises. Knowing him, he'd probably continue hearing it in his nightmares. "Fun? It only gets fun when I know I won't get bitten." He knew that he couldn't die, not since they now had the cure, but he most certainly did not want to have to go through that entire process. It sounded painful and, though he was no stranger to pain (none of the nations were), he didn't want it inflicted upon him if he couldn't help it.
Noticing one crawling towards him, America quickly shot it's head then kicked it away, ignoring the way the limbs flailed as it hit another of it's kind. They really [did [/i] keep coming, didn't they? America just wanted it to all end so he could catch his breath, at least for a few seconds. He kept his back to Canada's until he heard a yell that sounded closer to the warehouse. A very familiar yell, for that matter. He spun around and noticed Eastport jumping from a rope that had been dangling from a helicopter. "What the hell is he doing?" he growled, concern tainting his voice. Of course, he couldn't place all his attention on the young micronation. The zombies were still attacking and, despite how badly he wanted to run out to make sure Eastport wasn't alone, he knew he couldn't very well leave his brother to fend for himself. Getting back in his original position, America started shooting again and, after a few seconds, noticed that no bullets were coming from his gun. "Shit. Cover me, Mattie!" he exclaimed, a fumbling hand reaching for his spare ammo.[/blockquote]
|
|
|
Post by England on Jul 5, 2012 22:45:36 GMT -5
England raced back outside as soon as he could, pulling his goggles down over his eyes and wincing against the snow that immediately whipped across his cheeks. Grunting in effort, he pulled his gun up into a comfortable hold and clicked the safety off. Clear, precise shots rang out in the air as he shot down the couple that had managed to get close to the fence, and then, he raced back out, into the fray.
In the distance, through the snow, he could see the quasi-identical faces of his two former colonies, and he was momentarily relieved that none of them were fighting alone. His eyes went up to the scouting tower, and he hoped everything was alright over there. Sniping in this weather was a challenge, and he was very aware that what he had asked of his sharp-shooters was not an easy task.
He then turned his eyes to Singapore, as he got deeper into the ocean of zombies, gun firing ceaselessly as he shot down a few and clubbed another few with anything hard he could get across their heads. Noticing she was alone, he made his way towards her, to hopefully back her up.
That's when something dropped in from above, distracting England for a second and making him swear hard when a zombie took the second to grab him by the shoulder. With a crack, he tore the zombie's wrist right off of its socket and wasted no time in ending its miserable existence, before turning back to inspect the newcomer.
His eyes lit up with recognition, and then barely-concealed horror.
"Eastport!" his breath hitched as he recognized the micronation that was currently busy dropping in the middle of an army of undead that were just waiting with their arms out to grab and chew on him! "Fuck." the word fell past his lips, and he quickly took his gun strap off his shoulders, deciding to use the butt as a club instead of shooting. With that, he hoped to make a clear passage towards the Asian nation and the newcoming micronation, and hopefully, back the first one up efficiently, and give the latter an earful he wouldn't forget in the years to come.
|
|
|
Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 5, 2012 23:17:08 GMT -5
Canada almost told America that he was being sarcastic, but what good would it do? Talking would only be another distraction to deal with. Besides that, would his brother even hear him over the moaning of the undead? He never wanted to hear this sound ever again. These moans were of desperation, trying to get something that they never would. He mentally shook himself, he couldn't think about it too much. If he did, then he could very well go insane.
Two more zombies fell down with the help of Canada's pistol before he heard his brother speak again. He couldn't hear exactly what his brother was saying, but Canada could see what America was looking at. Not far off Eastport had literally jumped into the mass of zombies underneathe. Canada wanted to help him, but he couldn't leave his brother's side. He hoped that another nation would notice the micronation and help him. For now all Canada could do was fight off the undead around America and himself.
Again Canada could hear his brother's voice, but this time he could understand everything that America had said, despite the moans and the wind. He quickly turned around to shoot at the zombies that were coming too close to his brother, turning back around every so often to slash at the zombies advancing too close to himself. He knew that pretty soon his own pistol would run out of amuntion, but for now he had enough to protect the two of them.
Canada had spoke too soon. The pistol he was holding had also run out of bullets, he could only use his knives nows until America had loaded his gun. Canada had brought along plenty of amunition, but he couldn't load his gun while covering his brother and slashing at the nearby zombies.
|
|
|
Post by Singapore on Jul 6, 2012 2:02:24 GMT -5
((You're welcome! I was hoping you would seize the opportunity!))
Singapore continued shooting at the at the zombies at the fence. She paused for a bit to do a speedy reload on her rifle. But midway through, a zombie was about to pounce in her. She quickly took one of her knives and slashed through its head. The zombie slumped to the ground and she continued with her reloads. A very cold wind had brushed up against her and she finally realized that she was underdressed. She only had a T-shirt on and a green button down shirt over her. And to think that she was only out for a stroll.
Singapore adjusted her rifle and continued shooting at the zombies. There seemed to be no end to them. But Singapore recalculated as she looked around and found that already a third were on the ground. Singapore took a deep breath as she continued shooting. Her fingers were beginning to get numb and her skin felt really dry. Her glasses seemed to be covered with ice for he vision wasn't as clear as before.
"Hurry up and die already lah." she mumbled to the zombies. Not that they would obey her.
|
|
|
Post by [x] Eastport on Jul 6, 2012 11:52:20 GMT -5
Not even that long into the fight, Eastport was proud of himself.
No, not for taking down at least six other zombies.
But for not freaking out and running inside.
They are even MORE annoying than any of my siblings could hope to be! He thought, although it was a bit of an insult, it was also somewhat of a compliment. At least he liked his siblings over zombies. That counted for something.
When one of the monsters reached out and grabbed his shoulder, his heart stopped for a half of a second before he whipped around, hitting it right between the eyes and kicking it back. "SHIT. THAT was FAR too close f'r comfort!"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH. They just keep coming! By this point, he had already found a good rhythm and managed to ignore the cold seeping into his thin clothes. It seemed like a good idea at the time to keep his clothes light so he could move around easier, but he was just starting to regret it.
Looking over for a half a second, the Asian nation next to him seemed to be in the same predicament. She didn't seem all that dressed either. And it didn't seem like either of them were used to the cold weather.
I'll have to hurry this up, then. With some new resolved, he pushed down the fear that was welling up inside him from the falling snow and took out his frustration and terror on the rotting corpses around him.
|
|
|
Post by America on Jul 6, 2012 22:05:41 GMT -5
Even with his numb, trembling hands, America managed to load his gun very quickly- it was to be expected, after all, having fought in plenty of wars and practiced firing weapons more than enough times to know how to deal with different scenarios and environments and the likes. "Done," he quickly said, bringing his gun back up to position and shooting. He got a few zombies down when he noticed that Canada was using knives, which could only mean that his guns were out of bullets as well. "You reload," he told the other, getting in position to block both of them at once. "I got your back now."
He couldn't help the worry that still lingered. He really had to know if Eastport was okay. The micronation was but a young teenager and America wasn't sure if he was capable of handling zombies by himself. While fighting, he managed to catch a quick glimpse of the boy and was more than pleased to see him near Singapore with England coming towards them. At least he'll be alright, America thought with a relieved sigh.
When he spun around to shoot at a zombie over Canada's shoulder, he noticed another one nearly about to grab his brother's legs. "Move," America snapped, quickly pulling Canada aside and smashing the zombie's head in with his boot. His breath hitched in his throat as he realized that if he let one zombie go through his defense, either Canada or he himself could be bitten and that really would not be pleasant. Especially if it was Canada. America didn't think he could handle another experience like that with someone so close to him. Once was enough.
|
|
|
Post by England on Jul 6, 2012 23:50:50 GMT -5
England gave a battle cry as he swung his gun around once more, smashing through a zombie that was standing in his path towards Eastport. His weapon and hands were now so slick with blood and brains that he was somewhat worried that his grip would fail anytime now, but he didn't let up- not when there were Nations to be yelled at.
Breaking into a run, he clubbed a zombie on his way towards Eastport, feeling his breath come out in short gasps by the time he slowed down to a stop near the smaller micronation. His movements became automatic for a second there as he broke through the crowd of undead flanking the kid, and he only let his consciousness run back into his mind once he kicked the last zombie to the ground and crushed its skull with a well-aimed stomp.
"Eastport!" he called, running to the kid's side and trying to see, through his goggles and the blowing snow, if he was alright. He didn't seem to be injured, which was a good sign. "What the hell are you doing here, boy!?" he seethed, turning his back to the kid for a second to grab his gun, push the safety off, and shoot a zombie that was getting too close for comfort. "You aren't equipped for fighting in a weather like this, what were you even thinking!?"
|
|
|
Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 7, 2012 10:29:21 GMT -5
Canada nodded his head to show his thanks and quickly got to work reloading his gun. He was lucky that his brother was able to load his gun so quickly or they could have been in really big trouble. Using a little bit more time than his brother had, he managed to reload his gun while trying to ignore the moans of the undead.
Rmembering the micronation that had just jumped out of the sky moments ago, Canada glanced over to where he remembered seeing Eastport last. He had managed to meet up with Singapore and England not far behind them. Canada let out a relived sigh and turned back to the fight that was in front of him. Eastport shouldn't have a problem now.
Canada had been so focused about the undead around him that he didn't bother to look below his line of sight. Just as a zombie was about to grab his leg, America smashed the monster's head in with his boot. Canada's eyes widened at the sight of a zombie so close to himself, but he was mostly surprised by the mess that was made by it's death. He jerked his head away, trying not to focus on the blood staining the ground underneathe.
"Merci (thank you)" Canada struggled to say after seeing so much blood. He instantly realized his mistake in saying thank you to his brother in French and continued "I-I mean thank you". He had just been so nervous this whole time that he had let it slip out.
|
|
|
Post by [x] Eastport on Jul 7, 2012 13:49:02 GMT -5
Oh, boy. Now he was going to get it.
His poor heart stopped not from the zombies, or the snow, but from a very, VERY familiar accent.
England.
Whom he affectionately called his mother.
"Mooooooooooooooom..." He groaned, narrowly dodging a zombie's advances and stabbing it in the forehead. His hunting knife was loosing it's sharpness. Not a good sign. "Do ya think that we could maybe - I dunno - talk 'bout this later? Now's not exactly the best'a times..."
His blue-green (and flecked with brown) eyes flicked around, scanning for an opening to either switch knives (he always kept several on him) or pull out his pistol.
None yet, but with one of his parents acting unintentionally as a distraction, one might come.
"And what does it look like? Fighting, DUH. We were runnin' outta fuel so I figured the best way t' help was t' lighten th' load a bit and help speed up the fightin'. Besides, although I DESPISE snow, what didja want me t' do? Sit there like a good little boy while you 'n dad handled all the fightin'? Clearly ya don't know me well enough." The young micronation spoke the truth: waiting was never his strong suit. He was head-strong, rebellious, impatient and hated being one-upped.
Wonderful combination in a zombie apocalypse/epidemic.
|
|
|
Post by America on Jul 7, 2012 18:35:04 GMT -5
Trying not to be reminded of the blood and bits of brains scattered about on, not only the ground, but his clothing, America gave a quick nod. "Don't even mention it," he replied, and, honestly, he was ready to never think about that little stunt again. He pushed all those grimaces aside, though, for more and more zombies just kept pouring in from all sides. No matter how many he and Canada were able to bring down, there would be more to take their places.
"How many do we have to kill before we win?" America growled, getting a little bit irritated by now. He had been at this for longer than he wanted and he didn't know how well the others were fairing, especially poor Seychelles. He was pretty sure both he and Canada might have a few scratches on their body, but nothing to be overly concerned about. Those would be gone within the next few hours, what with the rate their bodies were able to be healed.
But those other nations out there...America could only catch a few glimpses of them through the crowd and zombies every now and then, but none of those glimpses assured him that everyone was alright. And, to make matters worse, he couldn't even run over there to check. Hell, he didn't even want to spare a moment to yell over at them- not only would he probably have to pause fighting to make sure his voice carried properly, but he doubted they'd be able to hear him over the noise the zombies were making.
All he could do was continue to fight, until every last zombie was brought down.
|
|
|
Post by England on Jul 7, 2012 19:15:38 GMT -5
"Don't call me your mum! And America your dad!" The implications were quite embarrassing, and though England had come to accept his feelings, it didn't make the burning in his cheeks lessen. And it certainly didn't make the topic appropriate for discussion while fighting for their lives, either.
He grunted, kicking a zombie square in the ribcage, back against another bunch of its brethren and effectively buying them a bit of time. Enough for him to swing his gun into firing position and start shooting down the zombies that were getting back up or crawling on the ground.
"You idiot, it's way too dangerous here!" he continued, wincing as the sound of gunfire tore through the symphony of moans again. "You deserve to get an earful right here, right now, for what you've done!" his heart leaped as he felt a chill go down his spine, and he turned around just in time to react to a zombie that was trying to grab Eastport from behind. "Do you know what would have happened if you got hurt, or worse, bitten!?" he demanded through gritted teeth. "The battlefield is no place for children!"
|
|
|
Post by [x] Eastport on Jul 7, 2012 19:33:59 GMT -5
"Well, whaddaya want me t' do! It's simpler that way!" Eastport shot back, fury easily expelled by almost mutilating a monster beside him. He was frustrated, but he wouldn't go berserk on something that used to be human Even though the emphasis was on "used to be".
His current knife was now no better than a stick, so Eastport used the chance that his mother (despite all the Brit said) gave him to switch knives. He'd sharpen it later. Besides, this new one, with the fancy textured grip and switchblade was his favorite to use anyway.
"I'm not a child anymore, England!" That child comment was the last thing he needed right now. He was already mercilessly bullied by other cities for being young, he was reborn as a nation (effectively restarting his physical age clock), he wasn't very well-known anyway, everyone he knew looked DOWN on him, no one took him seriously even though he had already been through the horror of war fighting alongside his REAL father and so he knew EXACTLY was fighting was like. Add that onto the fact his physical age matched the age of his nation and you've got someone who doesn't like to be called a "child" very much. "I was with Dad when he gained independence, doncha remember?! Oh, and need I remind y' of th' infamous War'a 1812. Yeah, on th' battlefield too. Right next t' Annapolis, if I recall." The rotting flesh in front of him met a newer, sharper knife and he smoothly switched to his pistol to shoot off a few more. "I am NOT a child anymore 'n I haven't been one f'r a long time."
|
|