{.Spain, Prussia, Finland – Go for it, Bomber!.}

[[x] Prussia]

((This is the thread where our awesome team Go For It, Bomber! will embark on our mission! ;D))

"Alright, listen up!" Prussia proclaimed to Spain and Finland as the group made their way to the training center. "England has given us an important task, and rightfully so since we are the best squad. Let's do our best so they'll have no choice but to praise us and bow down to how awesome we are!” He gave what he hoped were uplifting words of encouragement to his companions. Heading behind the training center where the motorcycles were parked, he approached one of the sleek vehicles and began to strap his bag onto the back of it.

“As we know,” he continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone, “our goal is to retrieve a certain medicine from a pharmacy in Canada's old capital. From what England's said, apparently the situation there is pretty treacherous.” His lips tightened as an unusually grim look crossed his face. “Let's stick together as much as possible. In the case of an emergency, well... We can worry about that later. Just make sure you've got a weapon on you at all times. And a walkie-talkie too, I guess.” With a final tug, he made sure his bag was secure for the drive they had ahead of them.

Turning to face his two companions, his confident grin returned. “Ready to kick some ass?”

[[x] Spain]

Spain found himself smiling at Prussia's awesomer-than-thou pep talk. It was hard not to, when he used "praise us and bow down to how awesome we are!" but he had to admit, it did help him feel better.

Checking that his weapons and bags were secure, he threw a leg over the motorcycle and revved up the engine. "Listo!"Ready! With a nod of understanding, he looked to Finland. "Got everything okay, Finlandia?"

[[x] Finland]

Finland couldn't help but let a smile grace his lips. As dismal as it all was, somehow with these old friends that he had lived so many lives with it almost seemed just a little bit better. And truth be told, a little recognition for a job well done, like Prussia suggested, sounded pretty good too.

Carefully he attached the bag, triple checking it to make sure that it was firm, before he too mounted the bike, reveling in the rev that the engine made when it started.

"Ready!" He chirped. "Let's do this!"

[[x] Spain]

"Vamos!" Adrenaline pumping his his veins, Spain quickly followed behind Prussia on his motorcycle, relishing in the air flying past him and whipping his hair. He had ridden a motorcycle before, but not quite like this. This time was different. This time, he was driving towards a goal.

And that was to save humanity.

[[x] Finland]

When the air started flying past him, Finland's heart jumped in his chest and he almost felt lighter. The feeling was so... freeing. Even though the world was falling apart around him, crashing down as it went, somehow the moment just felt so vibrant. He tried to think back to another time he had felt this way.

It all came back to a cold night, so god-damn cold, with all of the screaming and clanging of metal and squelching of skin splitting and blood on the floor. He remembered running, not riding, just running through the open air, coldness stroking his scalp and biting his nose as the man holding his hand pulled him forward, forward to freedom, freedom together-

But they were not together right now. That was not this. That was... That was something else.

He thought again.

The night he left Russia, running through the snow until he found his way back to the house that they built-

Not right either. Both were too warm; too hopeful. This was last ditch effort, the panic switch, fight or flight, no future and just surviving for the current moment.

Maybe the terror was what made it all so much more potent.

[[x] Prussia]

Prussia rode in silence- or as much as one could call it silence, what with the roaring of their engines- as the three made their way toward the target city. Often glancing back at his companions, his thoughts drifted to their fellow nations back at the Warehouse. How was the Brit doing? Prussia tried to recall the progression of the bite symptoms, but it had been a while since he last heard them and his memory was foggy. What if when they got back, England was already a zombie? And he had already bitten and infected the others...?

No, that wouldn't happen. Because they wouldn't allow it to.

As they progressed, Prussia began to notice more and more debris along the side of the highway. Signs of what used to be human life. He figured they were nearing the city, and his suspicions were confirmed when he saw an enormous expanse of buildings and rubble come into view through the flakes of snow that were filling the air. Slowing down his pace, he gestured to Spain and Finland to pull off to the side of the road.

"From now on, we'll have to ditch the bikes and continue on foot," he said as he shut off the engine. "The most important thing now is to keep a low profile, I guess." He untied his pack from the end of the motorbike, slinging it around his shoulders. From what he had heard, this place was crawling with the undead. They would have to be careful.

[[x] Spain]

Spain pulled his bike over next to Prussia's and knocked the kickstand in place, swinging his messenger bag over his shoulder. "Got it." He said with a nod, following carefully behind. This place was giving him the creeps, what with the garbage and destroyed buildings. It was like something out of a horror movie that he didn't want to go see in the first place.

Fear sent a chill up his spine to keep him alert. He couldn't risk getting jumped here, not like by the river. He would have to keep his guard extra high and keep an eye out for his friends. They had to get this medicine or England might...

No, no, no. He wouldn't let himself be clouded by fear. It would just drag him down and make him unable to fight if necessary. He had to keep his cool in order to protect those he loved.

After all, he promised himself he wouldn't let that happen again.

[[x] Finland]

Almost disappointed that it was time to stop, but knowing how badly time was needed, Finland veered to the side and parked the bike, gently running his finger-tips over the metal as he walked towards his teammates.

"Prussia, how should we do this? I mean... Do we know the fastest way to get to storage?" He asked, tentatively. Would it be best to go around the outskirts and find it, or would it be best to just barrel on in and try to fight? Somehow neither one sounded desirable. Fighting could take even longer than cutting across... But shouldn't they try? For England? For everyone?

He could die in there, in the heat of a fight. He could get bitten as well, and fall to the ground, and die just like every other once-person in the old city. He was well aware of that. He could fucking die here, and everything would fall to pieces- but dammit, at this rate he could die anywhere.

Suddenly it didn't seem to matter so much what route they would take.

[Zombies]

The undead had feasted on this city. The inhabitants, in their panic, had lost contact with authority and had tried to flee, every man for himself. The result had not been pretty- Half the citizens had been ripped apart and eaten alive, whilst the other half attacked its former neighbors and friends and family, prowling the streets in the hopes of eating even more delicious living flesh.

Moans drifted through the air like wind. The zombies' instincts were on high alert, after having gone so long without any food. The undead found themselves lost in the labyrinths of the city, swarming in dead ends, or looted stores, or residential buildings, or even cars.

All in all, the spots that were safe from the predator's view were few and scattered.

[[x] Spain]

"If we snake around the alleyways, it might be faster." Spain suggested, keeping his senses highly alert and his voice as low as possible. "Running into the center would cause fighting, but if we go all the way around, it would take too much time. So if we use the alleys, which would mean less space we have to monitor, we should be able to get there and back the fastest-"

He whirled around at the sound of the moan, ready to draw his ax to meet the opponent that so foolishly snuck up behind him.

Or the lack thereof.

To his extreme confusion, there wasn't anyone - or anything - there. His ears picked up the moans of a zombie farther away than he thought. The alleyways amplified and carried sound great distances, hence why even he could have been tricked into thinking a zombie was right behind him.

Well, He mused, relaxing a bit and turning back to the group. No news is good news, right?

[[x] Finland]

Finland nodded to him, mouth dry and stuck and immovable. He too jumped at the groan, god dammit that sounded way too close for comfort! He hadn't really been in combat for such a long time, and it took a toll on his senses. Fuck. He had to get back in touch with his body as a weapon, he couldn't be a detriment to his team.

Quickly, so very quickly, because they were losing time fast and not one second could be wasted, he ducked into an alley way, holding his breath as he did. He could feel the pistol's cold metal on his leg, but somehow he still felt safer with the sniper on his back. The White Death, that was what he was known for. And fuck if he wasn't proud of it. He couldn't let his reputation die here, now, not when it was so important.

Not when there was so much to lose.

[Zombies]

The zombies were wandering the streets without actually knowing where they went. If someone were to see the scene from afar, they would have thought that the living dead, walking in groups across each other on the streets, were just ordinary people doing their daily routine. And then, as they got close, they would realize that the zombies were far from human- not anymore.

A group of them walked past an alleyway, moaning as they stumbled. Their instincts, sharpened by the lack of all rational thought, told them that prey was near, but they weren't close enough to know where they were hiding. So they simply patrolled, hoping they would smell or spot something edible soon.

[[x] Prussia]

Prussia nodded at the dark-haired nation. "Good point, Spain. The less risk we have of being noticed, the better." They all knew that if even one zombie was alerted to their presence, the effect would be like a swarm of bees and they would quickly be descended upon. And judging by the volume of the moans filling the air, he wasn't sure how long the three of them would hold up by themselves. They needed to get in, get the medicine, and get out. Fast.

Making sure he had his sword easily accessible- and his rifle as well, he couldn't forget about that- Prussia hurried into the alleyway after Finland. Even though he was the self-proclaimed leader, it made much more sense to have Finland decide where they were headed. After all, the blond would be the one to recognize where the medicine was kept.

Positioning himself behind a large garbage dumpster, Prussia looked down the alley and spotted several abandoned storefronts across the street. The windows and doors were smashed- probably by looters who came into the city, looking to take advantage of the disaster to score some free spoils. Or maybe even survivors, in need of medicine to stay alive, just as they did now.

"See any pharmacies?" he whispered to Finland, barely audible. It was more than likely they'd have to venture farther into the city, but there was no harm in asking. Suddenly, Prussia caught sight of a zombie, patrolling the alleyway like a malformed sentry. It was followed by a small horde of others. So that's why the moaning seemed so close. With a quickening pulse, he sunk back into the shadows. The zombies had to know they were in the city, but at least they didn't know where yet.

[[x] Finland]

Finland shook his head, still inching forward. Okay. He could do this. Just because the pharmacy wasn't the first thing he saw didn't mean that it wasn't there. He probably just needed to make a few more turns and he would be just fine... Right?

Wrong. The groans this time were far closer, and Finland hit the wall with the Prussian man, holding his breath. Well, it was a zombie apocalypse after all. What the hell had he expected to see, kittens? Welcome to reality, Finny. He reached for the pistol, quietly wrapping his hand around it, just in case.

It suddenly occurred to him that maybe only carrying firearms weren't the best idea. If the filthy little things heard one bang, more were sure to come. Though they weren't highly intelligent, they were very intuitive, and that may very well screw them over if they weren't careful. And what about the question of reloading... He had never pistol whipped a zombie before, and he wasn't sure it would be as effective as it was on the men in all of the wars he had fought.

He further tightened his grip on the cold metal, careful not make a sound.

[[x] Spain]

Spain held his breath, keeping himself as close to the brick as possible. The pesky zombies just gave him more heart attacks than he wanted. There had to be some way to ensure that the zombies couldn't get at them. Think, España, think. There has to be a way to make sure that we have as little of a chance as possible for the zombies to attack us... He debated on going into a building and traversing roof by roof, but the buildings weren't that close to be able to do that. Besides, zombies could easily be inside the buildings and then they were really screwed. No, it was probably better to stick with the original plan. Just stay in the alleys and keep a low profile.

When it seemed that the threat of a zombie coming down the alley was a bit lower (it would never be completely gone), he motioned for them walking again. Staying the shadows wasn't exactly the fastest way to get the medicine. "Prusia, Finlandia, I'll cover the rear, alright?" He whispered, keeping his ax at the ready. He knew that the Nordic nation had only brought firearms with him and was probably regretting that now, so hopefully with Spain covering him with his ax, they won't attract as many zombies.

Ugh, he was sick of the word already. He couldn't wait for the day when he wouldn't have to hear that word ever again, in any language. Unless it was for movies. Zombie movies weren't too bad.

No, stop getting distracted! He shook his head and blew some of his brown bangs out of his eyes. We have a mission to concentrate on!