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Post by England on Mar 8, 2012 23:44:38 GMT -5
England unlocked the wooden storage box bolted to the wall next to the door with his keys and pulled out a container of lighter fluid, along with a fire extinguisher. Lumbering around and struggling to lift the heavy plastic container, he stumbled back to Prussia's side and dropped the containers there.
"Are you sure?" he asked, despite wanting to go see how America was holding up. He couldn't see him in the dark, but the poor boy was surely shaken, at the very least. "I mean, I could do it, it wouldn't take very long. Besides, I'm not all that injured, so I don't need to get looked at. You, Spain and America should get inside while I burn them all..."
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Post by [x] Prussia on Mar 8, 2012 23:59:45 GMT -5
Prussia picked up the lighter fluid, a bit giddy at this chance to be an arsonist. He was rather shocked about how stubborn the Brit was being, all things considered. Perhaps he also had the hidden dream of becoming an arsonist?
"Kesese~ Don't worry, burning shit up is something I'm very skilled at!" he said smugly. "And it's not as if those pieces of crap could have scathed me whatsoever!" Which wasn't entirely true as he did have a few minor aches and wounds, but they were practically unnoticeable to him. "Besides, I would be worried if someone close to me like that was hurt. Go on!" He had hoped the stubborn nation wouldn't need any more prodding from him, as he sometimes had the tendency to say the wrong thing and he was getting dangerously close to that territory now. With what he hoped was an encouraging grin (though it probably ended up looking more like a smirk) he parted from England and headed over to where Spain was.
"How's your arm, bro?" he asked, eyeing up his friend's wound. It didn't look too bad, and if he knew his zombies right it would have no chance of being infectious. "You should probably head in and get it looked at, no?" He began to pour the lighter fluid over the piles of rotten limbs at his feet.
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Post by England on Mar 9, 2012 0:18:15 GMT -5
Arthur was left speechless at this, and only managed to mutter.
"I-It's not... He's not THAT close to me, I mean, he can take care of himself, and all..." he huffed and crossed his arms, displeased. "Fine then." he glared at Prussia. "Make sure the fire is controlled! The last thing we need is the warehouse catching fire. And once you're done, just put everything back in the box and lock it. I'll be by the door to open it when you're done, or in case other zombies come along." he informed Prussia as he approached them, then walked right past them to the fence behind which America was standing.
"So, you decide. Would you rather climb the fence and wait with us for someone to open the door, or climb up the warehouse and in from the roof to open the door for us?" he asked, crossing his arms and trying to make out any details of America's state. He really hoped the poor boy hadn't been too shaken on his first night here. And if he'd been bitten...
He didn't even want to think of the possibilities.
"In any case, let's get you and Spain inside to get checked." England sighed, glad it was over. The night had finally gone silent again.
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Post by [x] Spain on Mar 9, 2012 7:07:03 GMT -5
Spain gripped his arm. "It looks a lot worse than it really is." Not as quickly as before, he jumped over the fence and ran to a zombie. "Prussia! Careful! I don't want my ax on fire too!" The stubborn weapon wouldn't budge. "Maybe that's not such a bad thing..." he said, realizing that the blade wasn't about to come out anytime soon. Either have it burned in a fire caused by Prussia or just keep trying. He mulled over the options, deciding to go with the latter because when Prussia got his hands on fire, who knows what will happen.
It took some time, but eventually the ax came loose. "¡Fantástico! Prussia! We're good over here!" He ran to his silver-haired friend. "It came out!" He cheered, holding the ax above his head. "Almost ready?"
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Post by [x] Prussia on Mar 9, 2012 11:38:12 GMT -5
Walking away, Prussia laughed to himself at England’s reaction to his comment. Apparently he had struck a nerve with the closeness comment. “Alright, if you’re sure…” Until Austria arrived at this place (unless he was currently inside hiding from the zombies, the coward) the Brit would certainly prove amusing to rile up. “No worries, I’ve got this fire business under control!” he retorted with confidence, haphazardly soaking the zombies with gas. “It’ll be great to watch these bastards go up in flames!” He shoved and kicked the corpses, trying to make as much of a pile as he could.
He looked over at Spain, who was trying desperately to dislodge his ax from the skull of a discarded zombie. "Need some help over there?" he called, but just a few seconds later he was rendered unneeded as the ax swung loose. Spain cried out cheerfully and ran to where Prussia was emptying the last of the container's contents. "Yeah, I'm done! Ready for this?" He pulled out the matchbox England had brought out for him and struck one of the matches along the back. After several swipes it combusted and he took a step back, throwing it down onto the pile of gas-soaked corpses. It caught within a split second, flaring up with a loud whoosh. The odor of burning flesh and gasoline filled the air, causing the nation to wrinkle his nose in disgust. "What a sight! Kesesese~" It was a bit perverse, but he noticed the warmth from the cremation fire was rather comforting against the chilled night air. "Well, there's nothing to do but wait now, am I right?" He picked up the containers England had drug over and brought them back to the storage area, leaving the fire extinguisher for when the burning was complete.
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Post by England on Mar 9, 2012 12:08:41 GMT -5
"Yes, and make an effort not to burn anyone living down." England rolled his eyes and grabbed the fence, hoisting himself up and climbing the tall metal barrier slower than he would've liked to go. He felt so tired that if he was hurt somewhere, he didn't even feel it. All he wanted to do now was sleep. But his charges needed him. He couldn't go to sleep until every last one of the Nations was okay. This sense of responsibility was his biggest pride... and his biggest disadvantage.
Sighing, he climbed down on the other side a bit, then dropped to America's side to check the boy for any broken bones or serious injuries.
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Post by Lithuania on Mar 9, 2012 14:42:16 GMT -5
The sounds had stopped. The sounds of battle were gone. Lithuania shivered, waiting for any other noise...his heart beating fast.
But then he heard sounds of voices. That meant they were ok. Lithuania hurried over to the ladder and started to climb.
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Post by America on Mar 9, 2012 15:26:54 GMT -5
He had cursed when the zombies came closer to the gate. He had dropped his knife sometime, probably when Spain threw him over the fence, and his gun was out of bullets, so there was really no way to dispatch these undead creatures. He wanted to, though. Everyone else was fighting and ordering him to stay back. Hell, Spain was hurt, yet he got to fight! America felt like he was being treated like a child at the moment and he was resenting that. However, he wasn't able to mull over that fact for much longer. The others destroyed the rest of the zombies. With a sigh of relief that no one was killed, he allowed himself to relax, the pain in his shoulder now a dull throb.
He saw England approach him and he slightly heard the Brit ask him a question, but he didn't really comprehend it at the moment. Climb over...wait for what door? Still, as he was trying to figure out how to respond, he assumed England got tired of standing there, for the smaller country came over on the other side of the fence and dropped right beside him. "Oh...uh...h-hi." He wasn't really sure what else to say, so he just allowed England to check on his shoulder. "I...I think it looks worse than it is. I...I can't really feel too much pain, ya know?" A shaky laugh escaped his mouth, followed by a shuddering breath. "How are you?"
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Post by [x] Spain on Mar 9, 2012 15:32:46 GMT -5
The smell of the fire was almost overwhelming. "Ay, this is terrible." He said, waving the fumes away. Gasoline, burning rotten flesh and smoke didn't make for a very pleasant combination. He was a mainly Catholic country, and the burning of corpses - be they dead or undead - didn't sit well with him. Even though their only goal was to eat and kill, they were human at some point and at least deserved some sort of burial. However, that wasn't to be given, seeing as how there was the chance they may rise again.
The only thing he could do was pray for their souls, like any good Catholic would do. Gripping his small iron cross, a good luck charm he received long ago, and closed his eyes. My Father, He began. Please, let their tortured souls have rest. They don't deserve to be trapped in a never-dying body, and whatever sins they did that resulted in their punishment, please forgive. And for any sins we have committed, Father, He added, thinking about himself and his comrades. please forgive us. Our souls may not be tortured and we may not be fully human, but we don't deserve this hell either. Amen.
He hoped that it would be enough.
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Post by England on Mar 9, 2012 15:44:11 GMT -5
"You bloody idiot, stand up." England huffed irritably, though he was immensely relieved to notice that America was alright. Still, that wound had to get looked at very quickly if they wanted to avoid infection. Spain didn't look too good, either. They had to go get their medic very quickly.
"Come along, America." England groaned as he pulled the younger man up, leading him towards the door. "You, too, Spain. We're going to the infirmary right away, and I don't want to hear either of you complain." he just hoped none of them had been bitten. "Prussia, when you're done burning those undead bastards, you should come to the infirmary, too. Don't forget to lock the storage box again." he then motioned to Spain with his hand.
Using his keys, he opened the shatter-proof glass box that had the keypad lock in it and entered the code to open the door, then used another key to open it completely. The warehouse doors swung open automatically as England closed and locked the glass box again, making sure it would be safe if zombies ever mistakenly clawed at it.
"Come inside. I'll turn on some of the lights." he ordered, heading into the darkness of the warehouse and expecting the others to follow.
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Post by [x] Spain on Mar 9, 2012 15:48:44 GMT -5
Spain followed England inside the huge warehouse. "Wow..." He said, looking around. It wasn't in amazement; he had seen warehouses before. But it was the state of the warehouse. It didn't look like it had been taken well care of. It looked... nice. Ish.
Now that he thought about it, the greenhouse he had seen on the roof didn't look well taken care of either. From his experience with farming and taking care of messy little Romano, he knew that if this place wasn't cleaned up a bit, illness could spread a lot quicker than if it was cleaner.
"Inglaterra! I'm going to go see the medic," who he was told was Iceland, "and then clean up a bit, alright?" He said, walking off to the direction of the medical wing.
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Post by England on Mar 9, 2012 15:53:37 GMT -5
England raised a brow at Spain's expression, not quite able to put an emotion on his reaction. He looked... doubtful. England felt embarrassment and irritation welling up inside of him and he bit his lip so he wouldn't throw a cynical remark at Spain.
"We'll be joining you in a moment." he simply nodded as he unlocked the control panel and pulled the lever for the lights up a little bit. Since the zombie menace had passed, there was no reason for them to stay in the dark any longer. At least providing a little light to the Nations would be beneficial.
Once done playing with the lights, he glared at America, then, wordlessly motioning him towards the area blocked off by crates, he headed off.
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Post by Lithuania on Mar 9, 2012 15:57:22 GMT -5
Lithuania breathed a sigh of relief as England and America came down the ladder, although he was slightly suprised to see the new nations coming down as well.
His eyes widened slightly as he saw their injuries. Hopefully nothing serious...
Just another reminder of this horrid war.
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Post by [x] Prussia on Mar 9, 2012 16:09:17 GMT -5
After not receiving a response from Spain, he glanced over at his friend. He noticed the nation's somber face, his eyes closed and his hand clutching something around his neck. "Oh," he realized with some abashment that the Spaniard was praying, presumably for the lost souls of the infected. He turned back to the smouldering ashes of the cremated bodies, his mouth in a grim line. It was easy to forget in the heat of battle that these were once humans with lives of their own... But no, they had to forget. Their own survival was at stake.
Prussia sprayed what little embers remained with the fire extinguisher, making completely sure that the fire wouldn't come back to life. Everyone seemed to think he was most likely to burn the place down and he was desperate to prove them wrong. On his way to the storage box, he gave Spain a reassuring pat on the back. "Alright, alright, I'll be sure to lock it! Go ahead, I'll join you guys in a second." He tossed the fire extinguisher inside and shut it with a click that promised it was locked.
Trailing behind the others, Prussia hurried over to the doors where light was emanating from within. Taking a step inside the enormous shelter, he glanced around at the few furnishings it had. It wasn't beautiful, but this would be their stronghold for the time being and he was grateful for it. England, America, and Spain were already making their way to where he guessed the infirmary was. Spotting another nation, Prussia recognized the worried face of Lithuania. "Hey there," he said conversationally.
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Post by Lithuania on Mar 9, 2012 16:14:11 GMT -5
"Oh...hey." Lithuania didn't really know what to say. It was Prussia. They hadn't exactly gotten along in the past. He had hoped he would be able to forget all the past skirmishes...but some things just always came back to haunt you.
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