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Post by Singapore on Jul 8, 2012 1:21:19 GMT -5
Now Singapore could see that the passenger of the helicopter was Eastport. She continued using her rifle to shoot at the zombies at the fence. They were less and less now. But the numbers were still big. Suddenly, she felt a grab on her shoulder. To her horror, a zombie that only had its upper body moving was trying to bite her. She turned her rifle at the zombie and shot a bullet through its head. That's when she realized that more zombies had appeared around her. She slung her rifle on her shoulder and took out her knives instead. She started slashing at the zombies and making her way to Eastport.
"Glad you could join the party." Singapore said to Eastport. Then she saw England not that far off. That reminded her of Seychelles.
"Uncle England! How's Seychelles?" Singapore asked. That's when a zombie tackled her. She was thrown on the ground and the zombie was about to enclose its jaws on Singapore when she stabbed her knife through its forehead. Weird stuff dripped onto the Asian nation. Singapore, being a clean freak, shrieked and kicked the zombie away.
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Post by England on Jul 8, 2012 16:49:00 GMT -5
Despite having thought himself immune to comments like that, England still couldn't help but freeze up for a second, a whirlwind of unwanted memories rushing through his skull for a moment. Yes, he did recall how Eastport had also been there during that period of history that he sometimes wished he could erase from his memory. It was frustrating to think back to things that took place in the past, because no matter how many times he'd promised himself he would just move on, he just couldn't. These reminders, no matter how much time passed and how many things happened, would still drive a needle into his heart every single time against his will.
All the frustration accumulated in his system seemed to boil over with the thought of his weaknesses, and with a loud, feral cry, England flipped his gun around and swung the butt of his weapon in an arc, literally cracking the heads of two zombies in half and sending brains splattering all across his face.
He was panting, he realized, and the brains were cold as they made their way down his face. With a swoop of his gloved hand, he wiped his face and goggles and took a step back, lost for a moment. Eastport was still fighting with the same determination, and some part of England acknowledged that every Nation did pose a sizable threat to the zombies, each in their own way.
"You're tiny, you're frail, you don't have the same experience of warfare that many of us on this battlefield have!" he wanted to yell in desperation. "You may have been around for a while, but how many wars have you actively fought in? How much do you know about life, death, and everything in between? Why do you think you are still a child in body?" He wanted to protest, to protect the ones he still could -because deep inside, he knew he would never accept the fact that all he had left to hold protectively and shield from the horrors was gone- and he certainly didn't want anything more on his loaded conscience.
But he couldn't say any of it, because he didn't want to humiliate himself. Admitting to loneliness was for the weak. England was many things, but he certainly was not weak -he really hoped he wasn't-.
"If you get eaten alive, I won't give a damn!" he ground out instead and kicked a zombie down so he could move closer to Singapore instead, acknowledging her question, but unable to answer before she was sent to the ground. Instead, he put his hand out and helped her up, immediately tensing and looking out for offenders.
"She's going to be fine. Japan's making a vaccine as we speak. She'll be in the Quarantine ward until it's all over." he grunted, noting gratefully that the crowd of undead was thinning out. About time.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Jul 8, 2012 23:27:56 GMT -5
Eastport shuddered when he saw his mother nation brutally defeat the two zombies. In fact... he was kind of scared of him now.
No, no time to fear. He pushed back the slight intimidation and cracked a small smirk at that reply. "Love ya too, Mom~." Or at least, he prayed that it was a morbid joke and that the Brit wasn't being serious. If he was... then he was kinda screwed. Well, all that meant was that he would have to work twice as hard.
From what he heard someone was already bit. Wonderful. Just... wonderful. He'd have to check on them when this was all over.
Really, why can't this just be over already? He didn't even need to think anymore, he just went at the fighting. If any normal person was to watch him, he just looked like a mindless killing machine.
What a great image.
Brains flying, limbs falling, blood everywhere...
It was a crazy war zone that no one could ever have wanted to imagine.
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Post by America on Jul 13, 2012 20:52:44 GMT -5
Luckily for America (and all the nations, as a matter of fact), the crowd of zombies seemed to be thinning out. Only a dozen or more remained surrounded around Canada and himself, which was a lot less overwhelming than the number they originally had. Almost done fighting, he thought happily, shooting a few more in the head. He could finish this and go back inside and take a long nap.
After he finished expressing how unsatisfied he was that Eastport decided to join the fighting. He still seemed unhurt (from those random glimpses America was able to catch), but he had sent so much worry through America that he just wanted to go over there and fuss at him right now. Geez, since when did I become such a mom? he wondered distastefully, stabbing a zombie through the head.
Okay, he probably needed a shower first. Yeah, a nice, hot shower before his long nap would be perfect. He kept his mind on that, on that small goal he had, as he and Canada finished destroying the zombies. Once the crowd around them was fully gone, America stood there, panting for a few seconds, hoping that he wasn't covered in as much blood and guts and brain and who knows what else as he thought he was. Because that would be a pain in the rear to get out of his clothes.
"Stupid things," he managed to spit out, taking a deep breath. "Dammit, they ruined a perfectly good evening." He tore the gloves off of his hands and stuck them in his pockets, remembering he needed to wash them later. "Hey, thanks for your help man. We should..." He glanced around, noticing that the others were still fending off the zombies. "We should go help them." With a nod, and a forced grin, America ran off to the other group, holding back a groan at the thought of more fighting.
That didn't stop him from using the butt of his gun to bring down any zombie in his path. "Eastport," he snapped once he was close enough. "What was that stupid stunt you pulled back there? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" He wished the zombies would freeze for a few minutes so he could act like one of those paranoid parents (who knows- it might be fun), but all they could do now was fight, fight, fight.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Jul 13, 2012 21:10:47 GMT -5
Eastport thanked as many deities as he could think of (not that that was a large number or anything) that there weren't that many zombies left. He had a lot of stamina for his physical age, but that didn't mean he was used to the intense fighting. Sailing for days on end, that he could handle.
Fighting undead beings that seemed straight out of a horror game?
Not exactly a day-to-day experience for the boy.
He sighed, reminding himself that the faster that he defeated these things, the faster he could get inside and out of this terrifying weather. Shit. The weather.
He had been so focused on fighting, he completely forgot about it and didn't even hear when America yelled at him. He just froze. Everything drained from him; his strength, his coordination, his hearing, his speech, everything. The world swirled around him, the fighting going into slo-mo and his body slowly becoming like ice. He never got scared, ever!
Unless he was out in the snow.
Even when he was a tiny newly formed city, he was terrified of it. He would just stop moving and stay completely still until someone snapped him out of it.
Which wasn't exactly something you wanted to do in the middle of a fight.
His blank mind didn't offer him any help and he barely acknowledged the zombie that grabbed his shoulder, already going in for the kill.
((And cliffhanger! >D))
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Post by America on Jul 13, 2012 22:41:25 GMT -5
When Eastport didn't respond in anyway, America took that chance to complain some more. Goodness knows he liked complaining. "You could have waited until we were all done-" He shot a zombie. "But, no, you try and act like the hero which, I'll have you know, is my job!" He ducked as a zombie lunged for him, then managed to bring it down before continuing, his breath coming out in pants. "And you're not nearly as awesome as I am in the art of bat-" He took the quick free moment he had to glance over at Eastport, finally realizing why he wasn't speaking.
The snow must have terrified him somehow, for Eastport had frozen, just as a zombie had grabbed him. America's heart raced at the sight, fear clouding his vision. No. No one was getting bitten, not on his watch. With a gasp, he grabbed Eastport and pushed him away, hopefully not too hard, and hitting the zombie with his gun. When that didn't kill it, he thrust his knife into it's head, twisting and turning it until it stopped moving. He let it drop, ignoring the blood that was now covering his hands and making everything rather slippery, breathing harshly.
"Are you okay?" he asked, turning around to Eastport. He knew he couldn't waste too much time on the micronation's well-being, not when they still had zombies to fight, but he had to check. He couldn't just leave him.
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Post by England on Jul 13, 2012 23:56:40 GMT -5
England was dead-set on ignoring the entire world after being ticked off by Eastport. He figured he may as well stop caring about others (in that awkwardly roundabout way of his) if others were going to reject him anyways. Maybe go in an even more roundabout way of things and concentrate only on getting rid of all the zombies in the world so that the Nations wouldn't have to endanger themselves while fighting them.
As he planned his roundabout ways of not-showing-at-all-but-still-showing his concern for others' well-beings, he noted the flash of gold to his right. Despite the heavy snow now making it almost invisible to see, he was still able to localize America as he got nearer to Eastport. Figuring that one minute was long enough to sulk properly, he nodded to Singapore and quickly moved back towards America and Eastport.
He was too far to make a movement when that zombie grabbed the kid, but not far enough to miss the scene that follow. As America gruesomely finished off that offending zombie, England let out a breathe he didn't even know he was holding.
"What was that?" he gasped as he ran over, noting that his breath was coming out in short puffs. "God damn it, America!" he turned his eyes to the blonde, hesitantly putting a hand on his to lower the knife he still had up in the air. His heart twisted violently at the sight of the Nation he once thought as the purest and most innocent of the bunch, now covered from head to toe in blood and brains. He'd seen him like this before, throughout all the wars they'd fought side-by-side in. But this wasn't just any war. This was the zombie war. And in this war, they were no better than ordinary humans.
"Eastport." he turned around to the micronation, eyeing him with thinly veiled worry. "What took you!? I thought you were ready to fight!" his grip tightened on America's hand, and he realized he hadn't let go yet. "What do you think would've happened if you had gotten bit?" he really wanted to yell 'I told you you weren't ready, I told you!', but something told him that this wasn't the time to be immature. Instead, he took control and grabbed Eastport by the upper sleeve, roughly dragging him back and taking a step forward in front of him to place him between America and him.
"Just leave the fighting to the adults, lad." he reloaded his gun with a sound click and aimed at one of the rapidly approaching zombies. "Warfare is not suitable for children." And he shot, the animal glint in his eyes returning as he melted once again into the spirit of fighting for survival.
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Post by Singapore on Jul 14, 2012 6:40:56 GMT -5
Knowing that Seychelles was now safe, she felt more relaxed. And it was Japan that was tending after her too. She gave a sigh of relief thinking about how Seychelles was now safe and that the zombie that had just tried to jump her was immediately dead from her knife.
Singapore had completely forgotten about her rifle now and was using all of her six knives that she had. She sliced, cut, jabbed, and striked, however, she did it so that none of the of the disgusting liquid will go on her. Being a clean freak, it was hard on the battle field. She heard more voices around her and realized that America had joined in. She took a glance to make sure and gave an opportunity to a few zombies. They pounced at her at once leaving her in the center of of zombies. Singapore reacted at as she threw her knives at the coming zombies. She swiftly retrieved her knives and continued fending off.
"Just leave the fighting to the adults, lad." she heard someone say.
She turned slightly to see that England was telling something to Eastport while fighting the zombies. Singapore was impressed seeing that England could multitask at even such a situation.
"Warfare is not suitable for children."
Now the Asian nation was shocked at this comment, maybe even mad. She knew that this was just for Eastport, but Singapore was a kid as well. Hearing that kids were too young for certain things really made her blood boil. she threw a knife at a zombie in front of England to grab his attention.
"Uncle England, kids grow up pretty fast. You should watch your words properly." she shouted at the older nation.
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Post by England on Jul 14, 2012 9:15:54 GMT -5
England flinched only slightly when the zombie fell without him making any move against it, and turned to whom he realized was Singapore. His eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth, wondering if nobody on this planet could understand his logic.
"Kids do grow up fast, Singapore." he knew this all too well, the constant ache in the deepest corners of his heart kept reminding him of how he had once been a child that'd grown up too fast, and how he'd seen children grow up too fast. "But that doesn't make them any more experienced in every field of life." he grunted and shot down another zombie that had gotten too close for his liking, and kept aiming as he spoke. "Maybe you can fight, maybe you can single-handedly kill every zombie here... But the fact doesn't change that a few of you are still children and..." Children didn't deserve to be exposed to the horrors of war. All of them present were different- they weren't human. Even the youngest of them had known war and loss. This war was different, though, and the innocent shouldn't have been tainted with its horrors.
"Just concentrate, alright?" he finally called, not wanting to finish his previous sentence. He took aim again and shot down a particularly rotten-looking zombie, and then reloaded with a click."We'll be done soon, so don't let your guard down until the last of these bastards is dead, lying on the ground, drowning in its own brain matter."
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Post by [x] Eastport on Jul 14, 2012 10:56:18 GMT -5
When Eastport's senses were returned to him (after a few seconds of still blanking) he realized he was on the ground, having been saved by America AND Mr. I'm-Not-Going-To-Save-You England.
His heart that had once been wildly going out of control calmed down considerably and he felt fine again.
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" He shouted as England roughly dragged him up. Although he wasn't happy that he was put behind him and America, he didn't really have room to argue. Instead, he had to make do with what he had; watching their back. Seeing as how everyone was multitasking, he shook his head and went straight for another zombie while trying to keep up with everyone around him. "I'll explain later, alright?"
Now if he was completely fine, he would've already yelled back at England and America that he wasn't a kid or something like that, but he was too busy concentrating on not having another attack.
I can't believe something like that happened! Shit! Well, at least there weren't that many left. But he still had to work hard and show them that he could hold his own.
Regret and shame bubbled up in him as he stabbed another zombie. They'd look down on him again. They'd baby him again. They'd try and protect him again. They wouldn't trust him with anything again.
He had to do something, but what?
I suppose all I can do is just fight.
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Post by [x] Austria on Jul 14, 2012 20:14:27 GMT -5
The warehouse was practically deserted, and Austria didn't know what the hell was going on - whatever it was, he could only imagine it wasn't good. The stress of living in such close quarters with so many other nations was starting to wear on him, yes, but he certainly wouldn't have wished for them all to vanish. It was pretty much never a good sign when everyone disappeared like this, and it was starting to make Austria nervous (not that he'd ever let on that he was anything but perfectly poised).
The living spaces were vacant and he hadn't seen a hint of a single nation still lying in their bunk, but he had a hunch of where he might be able to find at least one other person. He'd noticed that Japan had taken to spending long hours cooped up in the research lab, so it couldn't hurt to check in and see if he knew what the hell was going on.
Sure enough, the Asian nation was puttering around in the laboratory, but something was still wrong with the whole situation. From the door to the lab, Austria saw that Japan was working on making something with a singular kind of focus that seemed unlikely to be something experimental. A vaccine.
"My god, someone's been bitten," Austria exclaimed as it hit him, and he turned to rush back down the stairs without waiting for a response.
What the hell had happened - who had been bitten - why had he failed at his duty as a medic? He should have been there, to take care of whoever it was who had been bitten. Not that there was much he could actually do at this point, besides make the nation in question more comfortable as they waited for the vaccine to be completed.
He passed through the infirmary flap and scanned the treatment area before walking back to quarantine. The nation locked away was the young Seychelles; she seemed to be asleep, and it didn't look as if she had progressed very far in the infection. He cautiously unlocked the quarantine room and stepped inside, noting that she had been bandaged and didn't yet appear to be in any kind of danger.
Austria gently shook her awake, asking, "How are you feeling? What symptoms do you have?"
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Post by America on Jul 14, 2012 22:14:49 GMT -5
Wiping his hands off on his coat the best he could (and cursing himself for putting his gloves away) America turned back to the fighting, trying to still his beating heart by assuring himself that Eastport was alright. They had checked, he was safely behind England and himself at the moment, and the zombie didn't get a bite in. That still didn't take away America's fear. It nearly happened. Eastport nearly got bitten by a zombie and then that would mean Eastport would have to go through the same ordeal England had to go through and America would only be able to sit by wand watch helplessly and there would be more fear and sadness and...
"You shouldn't be out here!" he snapped, shooting at a zombie that was coming closer to him. "You should have stayed in that helicopter, 'cause I don't even know where you learned how to fight, but that...you were almost...damn it!" He knew he shouldn't be taking his anger out on Eastport. The kid was young, he was scared, it was probably overwhelming for him. But, still...it was a close one. It was close and America didn't ever want something like that happening again.
Taking a deep breath and trying so hard to just stop worrying (that was usually more of England's thing, not his), America continued fighting, noticing the zombies weren't even a threat anymore. There were just a handful left, a handful that could easily be taken out.
He realized, as he fought, England's words rang true. Why should children be exposed to such horrors? It was bad enough on the adults (though, in terms of nation ages, America was hardly an adult himself), and children usually took killing in a lot more harshly. And this wasn't the killing of trained soldiers, people who knew they would die. No, this was the killing of what used to be an innocent population of civilians, people who they might have even passed by on the street at some point. The fighting itself was brutal and gory and just...it was all wrong. And here the children were, fighting as much as they could.
America's heart clenched tightly in his chest, wondering just how different they would be after this whole fiasco was done with.
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Post by Seychelles on Jul 15, 2012 4:39:59 GMT -5
Seychelles was sleeping peacefully when her shoulders started to move. She opened her eyes and blink in tiredness. It was just another nation. At least its not England, she would have shout at him immediately. "Huh? Oh im ok. I just got bitten on my leg and arm!" Seychelles said tiredly while she sat up. She smiled at the brown haired country.
"Are you new here? I've never seen you before." Seychelles said happily. She was quite alright actually, it was only just a bit painful on the bitten parts of her body. "Im Seychelles, you are?"
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Post by England on Jul 15, 2012 21:16:38 GMT -5
"I second America's words, despite being surprised at how wise they are." England couldn't help but crack out, nervousness bringing out the acidic sarcasm inside of him. His heart was still beating fast, and despite being a logical and level-headed person, England couldn't help but imagine many worst-case scenarios of what could have happened and would have happened if America hadn't reacted quickly enough.
Thankfully, he reminded himself as he shot another and noted how his gun had been emptied and that reloading for the amount of zombies left would be senseless, nothing had happened- yet. Which was why he was determined to keep Eastport safe. The fatherly instinct inside of him, despite having hibernated for many long centuries, sparked anew in his heart, and he knew at that moment that if he had to spare anyone, it would be the younger Nations.
"Eastport, the zombies are almost all done with now. Get inside and warm yourself up a little. We'll land the helicopter, and we'll need you back for inventory." England ordered, determined not to take any chances, despite not having many zombies left to deal with. He kicked one in the chest, wincing only slightly at the crack of weakened bones, and once it was down on the ground, crushed its skull under his foot. "And just for your information..." he turned around and glared at Eastport, eyes flashing dangerously. "That wasn't a suggestion."
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Post by [x] Austria on Jul 16, 2012 21:58:10 GMT -5
The younger nation began to stir and woke easily. Austria was glad to see that she at least seemed to be cheerful, despite the bites and apparent crisis situation going on outside. She didn't mention any symptoms, either, so that meant she must have been bitten quite recently, and since Japan was already started on making a dose of vaccine, she should be in the clear within a few hours. Austria let himself relax a little, relieved.
"A pleasure to meet you, Seychelles, I am Austria. You're right, I did arrive here only recently," he said, momentarily drifting off to wonder (for the thousandth time) how the hell he'd gotten himself into this situation - stuck in a worn-down warehouse in the middle of a zombie-infested wasteland.
He forced himself to snap out of those thought and smile back at the younger nation, trying to be reassuring, "Japan's working on a dose of vaccine. What's happening outside, and how did you get bitten, if you don't mind me asking?"
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