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Post by Seychelles on Jul 17, 2012 1:26:23 GMT -5
"Hi Austia!" Seychelles smiled. She likes the feeling of getting a new friend in the warehouse. She suddenly remebered of the comotion thats happening outside. The zombie thing and Eastports safe landing suddenly came into her mind when Austria suddenly brought up the topic.
"Eastport?! Is he safe?!" Seychelles blurted out at him. She realise that he has no idea what she was talking about. Seychelles cooled down and she slowly."Eastport is surppose to land today, but there are a whole load of zombies outside and we had to go clear the landing place." Seychelles took a breath and then continued, "But when i was preparing to go out, i saw another country, who was actually Singapore, running away from the zombies. So i went to go find her."
Seychelles stopped and took a sip of water. "But when i went to save her, we where out-numbered by the zombies. I tried to tell her to get out but i was off guard and was then pin to the ground by a zombie, first bitten by the arm." Seychelles paused suddenly. She could not believe that she actually was brave enough to go save a country. Well, she was not in the right mind that time, but she usually would have gone insane and start killing thsm like no ones business when in panick.
Seychelles suddenly remembered that she was halfway in a conversation with Austria and continued, "I pushed it away and went to find Singapore. But then it pulled me down and bit my leg. Soon I guess i was being pinned down by those zombies. Im not sure but i guess i passed out halfway but i woke up only when i felt someone carrying back to the warehouse which was actually England. So now im here!" Seychelles chirped. She had managed to remember most of what happened.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Jul 18, 2012 10:51:09 GMT -5
"What!? But I-" Eastport stopped talking when he saw England's green eyes. As much as he wanted to stay and help fight, he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. He couldn't go against England's direct orders, no matter how badly he wanted to fight and help. Even though he could easily put up a fight and start bickering with the Brit, that probably wasn't the best of ideas.
"Fine." He grit his teeth together and kicked a rogue zombie away, already heading back to the warehouse. "But th' next time there's a fight, y' damn well better invite me 'long!" He ran across the snow covered ground, looking back every few paces to make sure the other nations were alright. If anything happened, he'd turn back and help, despite what England said.
Not that anything DID happen, but hey, at least he was prepared.
A warm gust of air hit him as he went into the warehouse from the roof, as he was instructed before they reached Canada. Dropping to all fours as he landed, he brushed the snow off his clothes and rubbed his arms. Dammit he was colder than he thought AND had a few scratches, to boot.
"Uh, hello? Anyone here?" There was evidence that there were a lot of nations, but he didn't see any around. Supposing that they were all out doing something or other, he wandered around the huge building, looking for someone - really anyone - to give him a hand.
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Post by Japan on Jul 19, 2012 0:43:56 GMT -5
Japan sighed, sitting back on one of the few stools. The vaccine was well under way, and now he had reached the stage where he would simply have to wait. He shifted until he was far enough away to put his head down on the table, but still keep an eye on it. He needed rest, but knew he would find none until the immediate crisis was over. He checked the clock, noting the time and scribbling it down on a piece of paper. He kept charts for everything, documenting even the small details such as when he added in certain ingredients or turned something over. He felt he needed to, despite knowing the formula by heart now. He reasoned that if anything were to happen to him, the others would need to know exactly how to prepare things. The more details they had to work with, the better their chances of success.
'Hopefully, none of the others will ever be needing these instructions. I don't necessarily plan on falling to these undead.'
He felt himself dozing off and immediately stood, beginning to walk slowly around the lab. He couldn't afford to fall asleep, lest he neglect the vaccine. Sighing, he decided he could leave for a few minutes to get tea from the kitchen. He checked the rest of the lab to make sure that he hadn't left anything on, then took his goggles off as he exited into the Common Room. He stopped short, surprised to see another Nation in the room...one he did not recognize. He blinked a few times, hoping the other occupant of the room was not a picture brought about by his fatigue. He would be in quite some trouble if he was.
"Ah, hello...I believe that everyone else is outside, except for myself, Seychelles, and perhaps a medic. Can I assist you with something?" He inwardly frowned at how tired his voice sounded, outwardly doing his best to not look like he was on his last reserves of energy. "I was just coming from the lab to make a cup of tea before returning there, but if there is something I can do to help you I am in no hurry to return." The vaccine would be fine without him, at least for a little bit.
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Post by England on Jul 19, 2012 9:37:00 GMT -5
“Damn brats.” England huffed without much venom in his voice. “Well, at least he’s out of harm’s way. What the hell was he thinking?” He didn’t know if he was talking to himself, or to America.
Really, all he knew right now was that he had to finish this quickly, land the helicopter, transport the stock inside, do inventory, make sure the pilots and Eastport are well on their way back to Europe, go check on Seychelles, make sure nobody else had gotten hurt… All he really wanted to do, though, was take a shower. The brains were slimy on his hands and face, and the matted blood in his hair and on his clothes was making the pit in his stomach go deeper and deeper with every moment that passed. He just wanted to feel normal again. Which wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, not until they found the source of the radiation and destroyed it, and got rid of all the zombies on the continent.
England was suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling akin to hopeless desperation.
“America.” He finally called as the kicked down the zombie closest to him and pressed hard enough on its skull to crush it with a squelching sound. “There aren’t too many left. I trust you’ll be able to finish them all. After you have, round up all the Nations and burn the corpses. I’m going to get the flares to land the helicopter.” He announced, taking a few steps backwards until he felt himself brush against the younger Nation. Awkwardly, he lightly patted his shoulder in a wish for luck, and then turned around, ducking under a zombie’s grasp before breaking into a run towards the warehouse.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Jul 19, 2012 10:25:14 GMT -5
Eastport jumped a bit when he heard a voice to his left. He hadn't seen them coming nor heard them. He calmed down though, we he saw the Asian.
"Oh, I was just told t' come inside by Mo- errrrrr, England." He corrected himself, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't mean t' bother ya 'r anything."
At second glance at his red fingers, almost frostbitten from the cold, he smiled slightly and rubbed them together. "But if it's not too much trouble... couldja make me somethin' t' drink as well? I'm WAY colder'n I thought I was."
Hey, wait a sec! "Oh, 'n I'm Eastport." He extended his freezing cold hand to the Asian nation. "I guess ya could say that I live with America."
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Post by America on Jul 19, 2012 14:52:43 GMT -5
America gave a sigh of relief when Eastport didn't try arguing what England told him to do. At least now he knew the young micronation was safe. It was much easier to fight when he didn't have to worry about someone. Still, America knew he was going to give the kid the lecture of his life. Maybe. If he could figure out how long lectures were supposed to last. Maybe he could just get England to do it- goodness knows he had far more experience in parenting a child.
"Yeah, I got the rest," he replied to England. "You go do the flare thing." He didn't mind staying out here. What was a few more minutes? Besides, like England said, not too many were left. America himself could take them all down no problem. He just wanted to rest so much. He wanted to quit fighting and take off these disgusting, dirty clothes and shower and sleep for an eternity.
It didn't take too long for the zombies to be wiped out. America was quick with the gun, after all, and the zombies were easy to spot. He sighed, wiping a bloody hand across his forehead. It wasn't time to go inside just yet, though. Nope, he still had to burn the bodies. He looked out over at all the dead zombies, a bit overwhelmed. He'd best get started. The quicker he finished burning the bodies, the quicker he'd be able to take a nap.
Stumbling a bit, he began piling the bodies on top of each other, not really caring how nasty they were. he was already covered with brains and blood and guts and whatever else, so it made no difference to him. He shot the few that were still alive on the ground, those that had no limbs or were too torn up to try attacking him. It was such a morbid scene, but America knew he couldn't let that get in the way of his duty. He had to hold his head up and continue his job.
When the bodies were in three separate mounds, America sighed, digging through his pockets and managing to find his box of matches. Though it took him a few tries to light them (his hands with slicked with blood, and trembling very much), he managed to do it, then stood back as the bodies burned. He really hated that smell. Burning flesh was not the most pleasant thing in the world.
However, he glumly realized that at least the fires were warm.
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Post by [x] Austria on Jul 19, 2012 20:26:20 GMT -5
"I don't believe I've ever met Eastport," Austria mused, now that he understood what exactly was going on, "But I'm sure he'll be alright. I understand that the other nations here are quite competent at disposing of those wretched creatures."
For his part, Austria was very glad that he wasn't the one out there fighting zombies - he wasn't one inclined towards heroics, and the dynamics of battle seemed stupidly risky and entirely undignified to him - but he held respect for those who did go out to fight. Mixed in with those feelings of respect and gratitude was the selfish relief that he wouldn't have to go out and hold his own against the undead, but he pushed that aside for now.
"It was very brave of you to do that. We all do have to work together, as nations, if we're going to make it through this..." he trailed off, hoping that the zombie issue would be resolved soon so they wouldn't have to live in the middle of all this anymore. He was already tired of it.
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Post by England on Jul 19, 2012 21:50:38 GMT -5
England stalked off towards the warehouse and as he got closer to the fence, put his hand out in a 'clear' motion for the snipers. The last thing he wanted was to be shot down, believed to be a zombie because of the poor visibility. Once he was sure that the snipers were notified of their successful defense, he strode inside and opened the door to the warehouse.
The inside was warm, and he was momentarily compelled to just stay there and never leave. But he knew he had a duty to do, and that he couldn't rest until he got that done. His boots, slick with snow, blood and brains, clicked on the warehouse floor as he strode over to the supply closet by the door.
"Expedition aircraft, this is England, from home base, do you copy?" he spoke into his radio as he opened the closet and started looking around for the flares. After a moment, the radio crackled into life, and a faint, affirmative response was given by the human piloting the helicopter. England breathed out in relief. At least they were still alright.
"Copy that. Landing site is clear of threats, defense perimeter will be secured in the next few minutes, ETA in 5, over." he told them over the radio, allowing himself a small hiss of pleasure as his hands closed upon smooth, round surfaces, and he pulled out the flares he needed for the landing.
"Copy that, home base, expedition aircraft landing in 5, please keep clear of landing site, over." the muffled voice said through the radio, and England nodded.
"Follow the fires, and when they're out, the flares. England at home base, over and out." he finished before closing the closet doors with his feet and turning around to go back outside. On his way there, he spotted Eastport, speaking to Austria and Japan, and let out a breath in relief.
"Eastport!" he called. "ETA in 5, get some rest, I'm going to need you for inventory later!" he told him before turning to the two older nations. "Please make sure he doesn't do anything stupid..." he sighed hopelessly before saluting them and stepping back outside.
The smell of burning flesh immediately overwhelmed him, and no matter how many time he'd seen that being done before, he still couldn't get used to the sight of so many things that were once human being burned to ashes. Pulling his scarf up to breathe a little better, he started going around to tell all the present Nations to get back inside as they would need the field to land the helicopter.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Jul 19, 2012 22:05:21 GMT -5
Eastport jumped at the sound of England's voice, shooting into an "attention" stance. "A-Ah, yeah! Got it!" He saluted back and sighed, dropping into a crouch (the way he did whenever he was stressed). "'N I don't do THAT much stupid stuff..." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. Or at least, he hoped he didn't do that much stupid stuff.
Though looking back on it, he was kind of a failure at doing anything right. Anything from staying out too late at night and getting caught in a bad hurricane, to even just now and jumping into the middle of a supernatural fight where he didn't belong. Making smart decisions wasn't something he was known for.
Then again, it wasn't HIS fault that he was always making bad decisions. No one paid attention to him otherwise. So what, then, if he made a stupid move every now and then to prove he could do something right?
Well, whatever... He thought, standing up and stretching. I guess I don't have a choice-
He stopped his thinking when a sudden thought came to him.
"HENRY!" He must have looked like a fool, turning around and looking all over himself. To most, he would have been considered crazy, but to him, he was freaking out. He was missing his only friend, after all! The little blue crab that was always with him WASN'T WITH HIM. Which could only mean one of two things.
1) He was in the helicopter.
or the one he was assuming:
2) He was outside in the freezing cold.
Eastport's blue eyes widened, already wanting to dash back outside to look for him. "No no no no no no no! This is bad! WAAAAAAAAAAAY bad!"
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Post by Japan on Jul 19, 2012 22:21:21 GMT -5
Japan gave a small bow to the other, hiding a wince as he stood up straight again. His muscles ached from being in the same position for so long, though he felt he had no reason to complain. The boy (he really wasn't much older) before him was covered in blood, telltale signs of his participation in the fight raging outside. He took Eastport's hand carefully, noting how cold his fingers felt. It seemed he had caught the micronation (he couldn't be a full-fledged nation or he would know) as he was returning from the cold. "Ah, it is nice to meet you, Eastport-kun. I apologize that we could not have met under more favorable circumstances. However, I would be happy to prepare something for you."
He rubbed sleep from his eyes, hiding the motion as an exaggerated brushing aside of his already short bangs. Talking to the micronation was helping somewhat, but soon he would need actual food or drink to be effective. And then there was the matter of the vaccine. He needed to return to that also. However, the micronation before him looked far worse for wear, as if this had been one of his first encounters with war and death. Japan couldn't be too sure--he had stated he lived with America, and many of America's states had seen war--but he knew a hot drink and someone to talk to were often welcome comforts after a hardship.
'That seemed...like something China-san would think. I am sure that if he was here he would take matters into his own hands.'[/color] He pushed the thought aside, focusing his attention on Eastport once more. "Very well then, I will go and prepare something." With that, he turned and made his way into the kitchen, glad for the movement that kept his body from concentrating on how tired it was.
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Post by America on Jul 20, 2012 8:38:47 GMT -5
Not really enjoying the smell of zombies burning and more than ready to get out of these disgusting clothes, America gave a sigh of relief when England called them back inside. "Thank goodness," he muttered, walking to the entrance without looking back. Perhaps he could grab himself a drink or something and maybe he would be allowed to take a shower. He felt truly dirty with all this nasty zombie-matter splattered about all over him.
Once he stepped inside (quite thankful for the rush of warm air that greeted him), he managed to catch a cry of despair coming from Eastport. And a small part of him couldn't help but think, Great, what now? Sighing, he walked over to the young micronation, pulling the goggles off his face and setting them down on a table. He then sent a smile over to Japan before asking, "What's wrong, Eastport?", hoping it wasn't anything too serious. He just wanted to day to be over with.
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Post by Liechtenstein on Jul 20, 2012 8:50:02 GMT -5
(Alittle bit late.. I'm sorry)
Liechtenstein lifted her head from her rife. She relaxed her body and looked out into the field. Bodies were everywhere. So many. What will happen to them? Will they get a proper burial? Liechtenstein wondered. They were once human.
She forced herself to look somewhere else and squeezed her eyes shut. But even with her eyes closed, she could still see dead bodies and blood everywhere. She shook her head trying to wipe out the terrifying image and then reopen her eyes. Someone was approaching there warehouse at an unusually fast pace for a zombie. It was hard to see who or what it is with the snow falling down and she debated with herself whether to shoot or not. The figure motioned “clear” and Liechtenstein nodded, letting the nation inside the warehouse.
She noticed America piling up corpses and then burned them. It was so sudden that Liechtenstein didn’t realized what was going on until the fire cover the pile of bodies. Everything seemed blurred and her body was trembling. The European girl tried not to blink and fought to stay still but after a minute, she could not keep it in. Liechtenstein covered her face and cried.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Jul 20, 2012 13:12:01 GMT -5
((Don't worry~ And Japan, sorry, but I don't think I can really work with your post. ;A; ))
While he was panicking over the loss of his beloved crab, Eastport failed to notice Japan talking to him. He was solely focused on finding his friend that he didn't really pay any attention at all to the elder nation.
Heck, it took him a few seconds to realize that America was talking to him.
"I can't find Henry!" Retracing his steps in his head, he tried to think of the last place he saw the little creature. He had a gut feeling that he was okay, but he would still rather make sure of it himself. "I mean, I know that finding him's kinda unimportant compared t' everything else right now, but still! Have you seen him?" Uncharacteristically, he actually sounded like he was begging for help, but when it came to that tiny crab, it was like the end of the world.
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Post by Seychelles on Jul 20, 2012 21:53:03 GMT -5
Seychelles stared at Austia as he continued to blabber about things that sounded like a lecture. Well, they always say that "Never judge a book by its cover". Apperentely, this phrase isnt needed when it comes to Austria. A boring looking person that talks boring stuff. She did not want to be mean so she shut up and said nothing.
"Um... Can you please assist me to the common room?" Seychelles was bored of hearing him talk and wanted to go get slmething to play or eat. She also knew that if England sees her alone going to the common room he will stop her immediately and have to go back here.
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Post by Japan on Jul 21, 2012 20:25:18 GMT -5
((EDIT: I fixed the post above to better work with the posts around it, including Eastport's answer. Sorry about that...*kicks page for not refreshing*))
Japan sighed, waiting patiently for the water to boil. Noises from the Common Room drew his attention, and he listened for a moment. "Ah, it seems that the others are returning..." He reached up into the cupboards, grabbing a tea tin and continuing to prepare the tea. Once he was done, he would return to the lab and finish up the vaccine. After that, he would hopefully be able to find a medic to administer it, instead of having to do it himself. It wasn't that he wasn't comfortable dealing with medications. However, he feared his perception would be off in his weariness, and the last thing he wanted to do was make Seychelles' problems worse.
The kettle sang, and Japan prepared the tea and cleaned up equally quickly. He took his tea and headed back to the lab, passing a few of the other nations along the way. He politely nodded to them, inwardly apologizing for his lack of time. He pushed open the doors to the lab, stopping near the tables that contained the goggles and gloves. He blew on his tea, then took a slow sip, the warm liquid pleasantly awakening his senses for just a little longer. He left the teacup there, moving to check on the vaccine.
He ran down a checklist created by the other scientists, noting its color and the stability of the compounds. 'It seems everything is in order. It will be completed shortly. Perhaps I should go to find a medic to administer the vaccine then.' With another weary sigh, he stood and made his way back to his tea, taking a few more sips before exiting the lab and heading towards the hospital area.
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