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Post by England on Jul 22, 2012 19:26:33 GMT -5
England rolled his eyes and decided not to comment back, knowing how childish America could get. Instead, he silently let him lead the way, and followed both brothers all the way up to the scouting tower. Their pace was urgent, and apprehension was rising around all of them with every step they took. England was getting nervous.
The urgency reached its peak as they reached the top of the tower, slightly breathless. As America pointed to something int he distance, England put the binoculars to his eyes and adjusted the focal point so he could see clearer in the distance.
They hadn't been lying.
Those things were huge.
"What in god's name are those bloody bastards?" he whispered, putting his binoculars down and blinking to make the shock ebb away.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 22, 2012 19:45:29 GMT -5
Canada followed America up to the scouting tower, with England following close behind. I guess it was to be expected that England didn't believe them. If someone had told him the same story he might not believe it either. At least they wouldn't have to get close to them like they had before. They should be safe enough up in the scouting tower.
When they reached the tower, America pointed out where the huge zombies were. It looked like England believed them now. "I'm guessing they're some sort of mutant zombie. Maybe their DNA got mixed up when the changed from human to zombie." answered Canada. He didn't really think it was an actual question, but just in case it had been he had decided to answer. It was also that they didn't forget he was there like they did so often.
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Post by America on Jul 22, 2012 20:04:01 GMT -5
Pleased that England believed him, America grabbed his binoculars and spared a glance for himself. He still couldn't believe how giant those things were. Every time he looked at them, he wanted to believe it was just his mind playing tricks or something like that. But, nope, they were real and...still just as big. With a groan, America handed the binoculars back, narrowing his eyes out at the landscape.
"So, that means if they're like this...won't we have others like them roaming around? I don't think just a random two would show up. There's gotta be more." Canada's words worried him. What if they kept changing? What if they kept getting bigger and stronger? What if they developed some sort of immunity against all weapons?
This really had to end. America felt it was already far too out of hand. Swinging his sniper rifle off his shoulder, America frowned. "Can I kill 'em now? They give me the creeps!"
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Post by England on Jul 22, 2012 20:10:43 GMT -5
"Absolutely not. As you said, there might be more just waiting in the shadows to tear your limbs off before you can even say 'bloody hell'. We don't know what they are, and what they are capable of. For all we know, they could run quicker than a regular zombie and take your head right off with one swing of their hands. Sewing it back on would just get very messy." England huffed, not in the mood for putting up with America's antics. And then, he thought back to Canada's theory... which scarily made a lot of sense.
"Mutants." England practically felt the blood freeze in his veins. "But why would they mutate? What caused it? Extensive exposure to sigma radiation? Biochemical mutations? And how did they manage to grow so many extra muscles? Those things are practically oozing out of their skin!" an image that disgusted him, but that held true to reality, he noticed as he took another glance at the zombies through the binoculars.
And where had they come from? Why had they only gotten there right then? How had they gotten there? How long had they been around their local area? How many of them were around?
What differentiated these zombies from regular ones, except from the obvious physical builds? Did they have the same weaknesses? England doubted it. What were their weaknesses, then? Did they even have any? Did they act like regular zombies? Did their bites cause the same transformation procedure as regular zombies? Would a regular vaccine work for those bites?
England's head was pounding, and he had to rub his forehead, deep in thought, to ease the physical pain that all the questions hitting his skull from every side caused. He hated not knowing anything about the new menace. And he hated knowing that this new menace was very potent, and very capable of hurting them as much as, and if not more than, the regular zombies.
"I don't know." he admitted, leaning against the railing and rubbing his temples in thought. "I... I've never even heard of these things... We don't know anything about them, so we can't go up against them if we don't. We can't lose sight of them, either, because they're dangerous, so we have to keep track of them somehow..."
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Post by America on Jul 22, 2012 21:59:13 GMT -5
Disappointed that he was unable to shoot the zombies until they died, America lowered his weapon, a bit uneasy to do so. Many thoughts were flying through his head, the main one being, What if they can jump super high? No, that wouldn't bode well at all. He stared at England for a minute, just listening to him talk and soaking in every word that he said. This really was a worrying situation. On top of having normal zombies to deal with, they now had incredibly huge freaks of nature.
Lovely.
Running his fingers through his hair, America shook his head. "What, we're just gonna let 'em stand there?" he asked a bit irritably. He wasn't in any sort of mood to stay out in this cold weather and keep his eyes plastered on some strange sort of zombie, especially when they were unaware of how strong those things were. What if they had mutant powers or something? What if they could transport? What if they could shoot laser beams from their eyes? Or, rather, eye sockets. If they had eyes. Which America wasn't sure of, he really didn't want to bother checking that sort of information.
No, he just wanted those zombies dead before they could hurt anyone. "I think we should just kill them," he mumbled. "They're making me really uneasy. What if they have some strange power? I mean...it isn't safe letting them roam around. Who knows what nation will stumble into them next. Canada nearly did, but he's alive only 'cause I was there to rescue him." Narrowing his eyes at the new sort of zombies, America continued, "Besides, there's gonna be more. And they might keep mutating. And..." And then they'd be overwhelmed.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 23, 2012 19:27:29 GMT -5
"Excuse me?" Canada said in an insulted tone, and glared at America. "I'm the one who dragged you all the way back to the warehouse." He looked back over to the massive zombies that seemed to be waiting at the edge of the forest, waiting for one of them to get just a little to close. With a sigh, he continued "Although, I admit it was my stupid idea to get a closer look. It didn't really help the situation either."
They had to keep track of them, but they couldn't get near the things for fear of what they could do. He crossed his arms and continued to stare at the monsters below. If only they had some sort of tracker chip, like they put on endangered animals and pets. Although, he would never want one of those things for a pet. 'You need to focus' thought Canada to himself. 'You're not here to mess around'. He had to think of a solution.
Of course, it was just to late for him to think straight today, so he bluttered out "Do you think we could track them like they do animals? Do we have any microchips like that?" It was a rather stupid idea, but he couldn't think of anything else.
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Post by England on Jul 23, 2012 20:43:51 GMT -5
"America, I said we wouldn't get close to them until we know what they are capable of. I don't want to send anybody out there, against the unknown. And what if sniping them doesn't work? They'll spot us immediately if your first shot doesn't kill." he turned to him, and patted his arm at elbow level awkwardly. "Just... Let's think about this rationally, alright?" he let his hand linger for just a moment before turning around to Canada and listening to his musings.
"Microchips, huh?" he joined Canada in his musings, wondering out loud. The only way they could get any tracking devices on those things would be to send them over using arrows, and tracker arrows would not only take too long to retrieve and make, but the impact would most probably alert the zombie. So how could they even manage that?
His watch.
"I've got it." he suddenly whispered, turning to the both of them. "Quickly, America, the sniper!" He fumbled to take off his watch. Throwing it on the ground, he took a deep breath and mentally apologized to his trusty companion before stepping on it, crushing the screen and making the batteries pop out. He then knelt, collecting the piece, and finally pulling out what looked like a small green chip. "Put this in one of the openable custom-design bullets. It's the watch's tracking chip. And then shoot one of them in the leg, or something of the sort." he then handed the chip to America, pressing it in the palm of his hand.
"Don't miss."
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Post by America on Jul 23, 2012 21:18:09 GMT -5
America frowned glumly, glancing at Canada and England muttering something under his breath. He didn't even know what he was muttering. He just felt like muttering. Besides, he did point out the zombies to Canada. And he was a pretty good shot, especially when it was as clear as it was tonight. He just wanted to shoot them and be done with it.
Then, England seemed to have some sort of bright idea. America blinked, readying his sniper as England took off his watch and smashed it with his foot. "What the he-" he started, but noticed England pulling out some sort of green chip. A tracking device, perhaps? And England confirmed his suspicions. "Yes," America hissed, grinning widely. He was finally given permission to shoot one of them. Granted, he couldn't kill it, but just knowing he shot it and did something to contribute to gathering more intelligence on these new kinds of zombies was enough for him.
"I never miss!" he exclaimed, quickly putting the chip in one of the custom bullets. He readied his sniper, bending slightly and aiming at the leg of the closest zombie. Don't miss, his mind told him, despite his outward confidence. You got one shot at this, don't you dare miss... With a deep breath, he shot.
And it hit.
"Alright!" He straightened back up, grinning from ear to ear as the zombie stumbled slightly.
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Post by England on Jul 23, 2012 21:49:45 GMT -5
"Duck!" England immediately hissed, grabbing both boys by the shoulder and pushing them down to the ground with him. Zombies had better sight than humans, so they didn't know if these mutants had even better sight than regular zombies. Perhaps, at this distance even, they could risk being seen. Had the zombies been able to hear the source of the noise, too? America's gun had a silencer, but it still didn't muffle the noise completely.
England was vaguely aware that he was thinking too much again, and decided to listen to the zombie moan and groan loudly instead. Its sounds were blood-chilling, louder and much more resonating that regular zombies' cries. On second thought, perhaps that hadn't been the best of ideas. He just hoped the Nations inside wouldn't come out to see what's going on. The last thing they needed was to be spotted.
"Lay low." he whispered to them, getting on his stomach to look through one of the sniper holes close to the floor, small indentations in the concrete railing made for snipers sniping while lying down. Using his binoculars, he watched as the two zombies moaned together, stumbling around heavily, as if looking for the source of the noise. Thankfully, though, they didn't seem to have been spotted.
"As soon as they get far enough, we go down and inside the warehouse. Canada, I want you to pull all the curtains and smother the fire at the fireplace. America, go around and tell everyone to go to sleep in silence. I'll dim the lights completely and immediately write an email to Europe, to see if they've gotten wind of these bastards as well." he whispered to them.
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Post by America on Jul 24, 2012 15:54:45 GMT -5
Right after shooting, America was pulled to the ground by England. Though he was a bit irritated at first, he realized that they didn't want the zombies spotting them. They really did have to hide from them. He somehow managed to sling his gun over his shoulder again, letting it lay across his back so he didn't have to carry it with his hands.
And then he listened to those loud moans and groans and wondered if, when zombies mutated more and more (as he supposed was happening), their cries were somewhat louder, somewhat shriller, somewhat more eerie to ever listen to. He watched as England stared out at them and he himself wanted a peek, but that would involve a lot of moving around to find a sniper hole, and what if the zombies had, like, super-hearing? No, his best bet for now was to, as England told them, lay low. Even if he hated it.
"Alright," he whispered in response to England's orders. "But how much longer do we have to wait for them to go? I'm cold." And cue his complaining. He really hadn't meant to say that. "I just meant, like, are they gonna be hanging around for a while." It was really difficult to keep his voice down that low- he was used to talking loudly and saying whatever was on his mind. But it was his duty to keep quiet, and he'd follow through with that duty.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 24, 2012 16:47:39 GMT -5
Canada found himself being pulled to the ground after America had finished shooting the microchip into one of the mutated zombies. He felt bad that England had to ruin his watch for it, why had he even suggested such an idea? Well, it didn't matter now, the damage was done.
He laid down low on the concrete, not wanting to be seen by the zombies. He didn't know that zombies had such good eyesight. He would have to be more careful next time he came across one. When America started to talk, he softly hit his brother on the shoulder, just to get his attention. Then he put his index finger up to his mouth in a gesture to make his America be quiet. The last thing they needed was to get the attention of the zombies by talking more than they needed to.
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Post by England on Jul 24, 2012 18:51:01 GMT -5
"Well, we know for one that they're heading in the wrong direction as we speak." England noted as he watched them stumble back into the forest. "One thing's for sure, these zombies don't seem to have more intelligent capacity than the last ones. And that's a relief. I don't want to the imagine the day that intelligent zombies emerge. Let's hope that never happens." he stopped himself before he could start rambling, and gave them the clear sign. "There's an opening. Quickly, get back inside and carry out your orders. I will join you in a moment."
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 24, 2012 19:47:13 GMT -5
After nodding his head yes, Canada grabbed America's wrist, stood up, and ran for the stairs. Hopefully, England would be okay on his own. He was sure that the older nation could handle pretty much anything that came his way, but this new danger had changed the odds. Also, he prayed that America wouldn't be mad at him for dragging him for the second time today.
When they were safely inside the warehouse, he let go of America's hand. Faceing his brother, he said "Sorry I dragged you inside again." He really hoped they wouldn't get into a fight right now.
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Post by America on Jul 24, 2012 20:05:25 GMT -5
America had been about to respond as cheerfully as possible and run inside himself, but Canada suddenly grabbed his wrist and dragged him inside. He didn't speak until they stopped, but when they did, America gave a huff, straightening his coat out. "I can walk, ya know!" he exclaimed, though he grinned shortly after that and gave Canada's back a pat. "Alright go do...do, uh, whatever it is you're supposed to do."
At least he remembered his task- tell all the countries to shut up and sleep like babies. They couldn't afford making a lot of noise and risk letting the zombies come back. "I wonder if those things can knock down doors and fences and stuff." He hoped not. With a grimace, he shrugged. "Alright, I'm off. Catch up to ya later." He saluted slightly and then went off, ready to complete what he needed to do.
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Post by England on Jul 24, 2012 20:36:36 GMT -5
Once the two boys were gone, England turned his attention back to the zombies. They seemed to have receded back into the forest, distant moans and screeches being the only reminder that they had once been there. England just hoped that the only thing differentiating these zombies from regular ones was their size. But somehow, he doubted it.
These things would require a lot more research, and the only people qualified to do that on-site research were, well... the Nations themselves. And as much as he hated doing this to them, England knew he had to do everything he could to learn more about the new threat.
He stood there, lying on his stomach for just a little longer before sitting up against the concrete wall, knees drawn to his chest. His eyes fell upon the debris of what had once been his trusty watch, and he sighed. He just hoped the tracking chip would stay lodged inside the zombie long enough for him to get a signal using the computers in the lab. They really had no idea what they were dealing with, and it was obviously very dangerous.
They'd have to learn more if they ever hoped to survive.
((And that's all to the mission introduction, apparently. You guys can keep going in you want, I'm just gonna draw out now. Thanks for letting the zombie mod and I borrow your thread! ;w; ))
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