Shadows of Sanity [Porty]

[[x] Spain]

((My mind/muse decides these titles, not me.))

Darkness.

That's all Spain really wanted to see right now. And he knew that wasn't a good sign.

On a normal basis, he was cheerful, sunny and just longed for the sunny days of summer.

But currently, all he wanted to do was slip into the darkness and never leave.

He had been feeling strange for a while now. He wasn't as happy-go-lucky as he usually was and he kept getting this sharp headache in the back of his head, like someone repeatedly kept stabbing him with a large knife. He had headaches, sure, but none like this. Normally they were just a throbbing sensation; this one was obviously more painful and stabbing.

At first, he wondered if it was the stress, but that would only have occurred at the beginning of arriving; not a long ways in.

That left only one option: his dark side was returning.

If the world wasn't in so much trouble and the days went on like they used to, he would have hightailed it to the local bullfighting arena and safely gotten rid of his violent side.

But out here, the word "safe" didn't even exist.

With his shotgun strapped to his back in case something happened, he picked up his axe and wandered outside, only quickly telling some other grounds keepers that he was going to be stepping out for a minute.

If any of them knew him well enough, they would have seen the change in his bright eyes; going from sparkling emeralds to just dull, green rocks.

When he finally got to the forest, he searched around for something to battle. Hell, if he managed to defeat some zombies, not only would he vent his violent urges, but also he would earn some brownie points with England.

Win-win.

Now, to only FIND said zombies...

[[x] Portugal]

Portugal headed towards the exit, making sure that the nation she was following was gone before she skidded forward a few steps and pushed the door open.
She had noticed something was strange with him, something a bit off. He wasn't quit right anymore, not his usual self. Portugal didn't know if anybody else had noticed, but apparently she was the only one actually doing anything about it.

Even if he had messed up HER language, and always wanted to mess with HER land, she was still required to care a little bit.

So, when he had started acting less like an airheaded idiot and more like, well, a part of him from the past...Portugal decided that something was not entirely right.

And following him out to wherever the heck he was going was probably a good thing, considering he was heading out into zombie infected areas with weapons.

Leaving the base entirely, Portugal attempted to stay in the shadows as much as she could as she followed the other brunette nation, holding her staff at the ready, just in case.

Just because she hadn't run into any zombies upon arrival, didn't mean that she would get as lucky this time.
And, judging by the course Spain was setting, that was probably where he was going.

[[x] Spain]

Five minutes into his quest did Spain finally hear the cracking of branches and the shuffling of feet that didn't match any known nation in existence.

Or anything living in general.

A dark shadow passed over his being, every false drop of happiness and cheerfulness completely squeezed out.

"Bevividos, mi amigos." Welcome, my friends. Bowing towards his opponent like a gentleman, he looked up under heavy lids at the decomposing bodies stumbling towards him. "Perdona mi tardanza. Yo estaba ocupado." Forgive my lateness. I was busy.

Making idle chatter with monsters wasn't something for the sane.

But for the insane, well, you know how that ends.

The flesh peeled off the bones of the zombie as it stumbled closer and closer until it was within range of his axe.

"Muy bien, vamos a empezar. ¿Lo haremos?" Alright, let's start. Shall we? With that mumbled question, he rushed forward, sparing no time with loping off a limb or two. In most battles, for efficency and for simple human reasons, he would have just sliced the top of their heads off.

Today, however, he wasn't feeling particularly human.

With his unnatural speed, he went behind the beast, letting it take a few confused steps before grinning wickedly and taking off another leg. He kicked the beast down and stomped a booted food through its rib cage, grinning even more at the satisfactory crunch the brittle bones made.

"You had your entire future, didn't you? Too bad~ I'm not in the mood for mercy."

Another crunch was heard as his other foot stamped onto the head, crushing everything underneath and ensuring his victory.

Brains and organs had splattered up his legs, to his slight disgust. Kicking the inanimate corpse out of his personal arena and into the splotchy darkness around his glade, he wiped some of the skin and guts off his axe.

"What a shame. I thought they would put up more of a fight."

His voice must have caught the attention of more, as his trained ears heard even more shuffling and hazy eyes or even empty eye sockets entered into view.

"Good, good. So you are all still stupid enough to fight me." He slipped his dirtied cloth into his breast pocket and secured it, setting himself back into position to fight. "Let's go."

((By the way, this is just my personal preference, but listening to "Monster" by Skillet is PERFECT for this.))

[[x] Portugal]

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Catching sight of the taller nation's receding back, Portugal hurried up, still holding her fighting staff at the ready just in case something jumped out at her. Luckily, with the speed and range of the fighting style she used, it wouldn't be too difficult to get something, even if it tried to get her from behind.

Darting quickly behind a tree, Portugal leaned around it to watch Spain deal with a few rotting corpses as the things approached him, shaking and basically falling apart without much trouble at all.
Spain appeared to be saying something, but she was too far away to hear it and Portugal couldn't exactly read lips in Portuguese, much less Spanish.

Taking a step forward and around the large tree, Portugal inched forward enough to be able to see that Spain had blood and what looked suspiciously like zombie-fied internal organs splattered all over his lower legs.

Pleasant.

She doubted internal organs washed off very well in the wash, much less hug splats of blood, and it didn't look as though the Spaniard was caring about what happened to either his clothes or his physical body.

Squinting, Portugal noticed something rather strange: it looked almost as though Spain was...enjoying himself?

What are you up to over there?

[[x] Spain]

[Thanks to you, Spain wants to be written. XD By the way, this is all his alter-ego speaking.]

The satisfying, twisted wet crunch of metal through flesh gave birth to another fang-toothed smile. Oh how Spain just loved the sounds around him. The moans of the monsters, the breaking of bones, the screams as they fell. Everything just gave him an insufferable high.

He hadn't felt this alive in quite a long time. Day to day he had to fake a smile, pretend he wasn't tired, act like everything was okay when it really wasn't. When all he wanted to do was scream, he had to whisper.

But out here, alone in the wilderness, he could let go. He could be as brutal and as vicious as he felt like it and no one could tell him not to.

Such a twisted freedom.

At the very least, he was helping everyone else by getting rid of these bugs, these pests.

"Well, well, well!" He pushed away more corpses, adding the the growing pile that would be burned later. "This is getting interesting~!"

Four or so zombies surrounded him, encompassing the small glade and essentially trapping him.

To which he only laughed.

"What fun~!" He giggled (almost a little too loudly). "You all are so active tonight~!"

His wild green eyes flicked back and forth, like a trapped animal that knew they would be getting out of this. He flung his ax so it'd rest on his shoulder and motioned for them to come closer, mockingly telling them he wouldn't hurt them.

Too much.

[[x] Portugal]

Taking a few steps forward, Portugal suddenly dashed forward until she was behind another tree. Not wanting to surprise the other nation and accidentally get injured, Portugal tried to be as quiet as possible, looking out for anything on the ground that might make any noise.

Though, contrary to popular opinion, there isn't a huge selection of dried leaves and conveniently located sticks to step on and alert the enemy.

Jumping as she heard laughter coming from the nation again, Portugal held her fighting staff at the ready, pushing off slightly from the rough tree bark with her elbows.

"Spain?" Portugal said, not nearly loudly enough. The sound of squelching zombies and fighting easily drowned out her voice. Taking a few more steps forward, Portugal jumped as she heard shuffling footsteps behind her.

Foder.

Zombies.

Though, she probably should have expected to, seeing as there was quite a few of them crowding around the Spaniard.

Cursing again, she twisted around before the slimy, dripping mess of what might once have been a human being leapt -- though 'leaned forward at her' may have been a more proper way to phrase that -- and swung her staff at it's head.

The staff embedded itself into the side of the zombie's head, causing a sickening crunch noise and a spray of blood to shoot out. Leaning on the tree behind her, Portugal used it as leverage to swing up and kick the thing in the middle of the chest, succeeding in detaching it from her staff. It fell to the ground, twitching, only silenced with another blow of her staff directly to the neck.

Scanning the area in her immediate vicinity, she saw no more zombies. Though she heard them from behind her.
Turning back and absentmindedly wiping her shoe on a patch of moss, Portugal made her way forward again, holding her staff in a defensive position.

"Oi Spain!"

[[x] Spain]

When the zombies came closer, Spain was ready for them.

As soon as they stepped unsuspectingly within his range, he shot out his ax, slamming it into the side of their heads until it went all the way though, much to his sick satisfaction.

He used his momentum and spun around, knocking the undead around like his own personal collection of rag dolls.

His gleeful smile faded when he heard the noises of another battle near him. Who the fuck decided it was a brilliant idea to follow him?

Just as he turned to see who it was, a familiar girl walked out into his glade. Portugual.

"Ah~! Hola, hermana!" He said far too brightly for the situation and general atmosphere of the battle ground. It sounded more like he was greeting her in a clean hallway, not a blood-covered glade. "What brings you out here~? Did you want to join me~?" Even though his tone sounded normal - though maybe a little more boyish than normal - and he started cleaning off his ax again. His eyes were hazed over with bloodlust and they reflected only the moonlight and the red splotches on the ground.