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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 5, 2012 22:47:07 GMT -5
Finland gave a grateful nod to Spain and continued to creep forward, hand still on the gun though he hoped that he wouldn't have to use it. He made a turn into the next alleyway carefully, moving quickly with his team so that the zombies couldn't see them go. He hoped that they couldn't, anyway.
He kept in mind the building that he was looking for and catalogued the structures that he passed as he went, letting his eyes linger on potential ones but moving forward once he determined that they weren't the right ones. It was hard to differentiate sometimes- buildings looked a hell of a lot different in ruins.
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Post by [x] Prussia on Apr 5, 2012 23:28:36 GMT -5
Prussia turned around and nodded his thanks to his cheerful friend as well, tightening his grip on his sword. He was ready to dispatch any zombies they'd encounter from the front, in order to prevent Finland from being forced into firing his weapon and potentially attracting attention.
Frequently glancing over his shoulder, Prussia watched around for enemies as well as remembering the path they took as they snaked through the city. After they obtained the medicine, they would want to get back to the motorbikes as quickly as possible.
They passed by building after building, with no results. Prussia felt his lack of patience beginning to kick in. "Anything?" He whispered to Finland, praying to Old Fritz that they would soon arrive at their destination. Things were altogether too quite for a city infested with the walking dead.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 5, 2012 23:39:15 GMT -5
Eyes still scanning the buildings, Finland continued to look for the building that they needed and was largely unsuccessful. When the Prussian male asked, the Finn turned to him and was almost about to say no until suddenly a building caught his eye.
There it was.
It used to be white, Finland could tell, even with a gratuitous dusting of dirt and stains from unidentified bodily fluids covering the walls. Surely it held exactly what they were looking for. Just one problem- it was right in the middle of the fucking city, not connected to any alleyways that they were in. Oh, fuck his life.
"I see it." He murmured, looking back at the two. "But it's going to take a fight to get in there, I'm sure."
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Post by Zombies on Apr 5, 2012 23:54:28 GMT -5
Open spaces were easy to access for zombies, and so, at every intersection, there would more often than not be a pack of zombies waiting for some unsuspecting prey to wander about. The poor inhabitants, now prowling their own city in search of living meals, were everywhere- literally.
And it just so happened that Lady Luck led them towards the scent of food they had searched for so long. They could smell it, practically hear the fresh blood pumping through their prey's veins, but they didn't know where the food was. They simply knew that by wandering around, they would find them soon.
Moaning, about two dozen zombies went back and forth in front of the small pharmacy, taking up most of the space in the large street.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 9, 2012 10:56:03 GMT -5
With a heavy sigh Finland glanced back at the other two, understanding that there was no conceivable way that they were going to get through this without one hell of a battle. As optimisitic as he was (hey, at least he didn't go and start thinking that they were all going to die, right?) there was simply no way around the fact that things were definitely going to get messy.
"I think we should just go for it." He murmured, glancing back at the other two on his team but keeping an eye on the zombies to be safe. "Unless either of you have a better way to do it."
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Post by [x] Spain on Apr 9, 2012 13:05:56 GMT -5
As the zombies prowled the front of the pharmacy, Spain tried thinking of a good plan. He had centuries of experience fighting multiple enemies, but enemies immune to everything but a blow to the head? That was another story. He knew there had to be some way of getting an upper hand if they fought through...
"Well, do we have much of a choice?" Spain replied, still looking for inspiration for his genius plan. "Besides, this could be fun." He let an uncharacteristic smirk slip onto his lips, a sure sign that his former conquistador M.O was appearing again. Sure, he didn't like to fight all that much, but might as well make the best of their current situation. "Prusia," He tapped the albino on the shoulder. "I have an idea. While we cover Finlandia, how about we play a game? Whoever kills the most zombies wins. And the loser has to do one thing - any one thing - the winner asks of them." He figured that the best way of making sure that the Nordic nation was protected and that the most number of zombies were destroyed was to hold a little contest between himself and his friend. And after all, who says they can't have a little bit of fun on this mission?
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Post by [x] Prussia on Apr 14, 2012 1:19:19 GMT -5
Prussia frowned as he nodded in agreement with his teammates. The zombies were starving, and there were so many of them- and who even knew how many more were lurking around the city, all waiting for the first sign of flesh to descend upon a potential meal. Charging into the midst of them was not the safest decision they would ever make, but it was a necessary one if they were going to reach the pharmacy.
"It sounds like we don't have any other choices," Prussia responded to Spain, matching his friend's smirk. "But you're right, we can make a game of it. I'll start thinking of what I should make you do now." His grip on his sword tightened, and a feral grin crossed his face as he prepared himself for battle.
"And as for you," he began, turning to Finland. "Take care of yourself. Spain and I will do our best out here holding the zombies back, but it's up to you to get what we need from the pharmacy. As soon as you find it, we haul balls out of here. Good luck!" Giving the blond a clap on the back, he nodded at Spain and drew his sword into position. Stepping out of the alleyway and running into the street, he whistled to attract the zombies' attention.
"Hey you worthless bastards! Over here!"
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Post by Zombies on Apr 14, 2012 11:13:45 GMT -5
And the zombies absolutely screamed with delight as their prey made a noisy appearance. Practically tripping over themselves, and not even once wondering why the albino had made himself noticed so willingly, they stumbled towards him, arms outstretched, mouths open into 'O' shapes from which came the most horrifying, disgusting noises in the history of humanity.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 15, 2012 17:20:50 GMT -5
Before he let adrenaline take over and lost his rationality, he pictured what he was looking for. Clearly in his mind's eye he could see it, the pills and various brand names that they went by, the colour of the packaging, the names of the ingredients on the back- as much as they needed to hurry, he'd have to check at least a pack of each to make sure that they had what he needed.
Upon seeing the silver haired man throw himself out infront of him, into the street that was not too-much lighter than the alley and towards the zombies, Finland knew it was time for him to go. There was no room for failiure, no room for hesitation, no way for him to fuck it up this time. Hand on his gun just in case, though he prayed that he wouldn't have to use it, he also moved forward and got ready to make a run for it. Finding a break would be difficult, but hopefully Spain and Prussia would clear even just a gap for him to fit through.
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Post by [x] Spain on Apr 15, 2012 17:38:38 GMT -5
After wishing the Nordic nation the best of luck, Spain followed quickly behind Prussia. "Don't plan too far ahead, Pru. I don't intend on losing." Practically skipping into the fray, he quickly got rid of a nearby zombie. "Hm, what should I make you do~? I know that Francia wouldn't mind another picture of you in a miniskirt~." He teased, taking out several others around him.
His playful grin disappeared for a moment when he realized that before anything else, he had to make sure that everyone made it back safely. He'd protect everyone, no matter the cost. If he could lay his entire life on the line, he would. However, the fact he was a nation (and furthermore deeply attached to Romano) prevented him from dying.
Even so, he wouldn't let anyone get hurt on his watch.
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Post by England on May 1, 2012 21:25:43 GMT -5
Prussia's radio suddenly buzzed, announcing an incoming call from headquarters.
"Prussia? We're going to need you back at the warehouse ASAP. I sent Sweden to replace you, so just get your ass here right now!" Although England's voice sounded weary, his tone was authoritative, not to be trifled with. "He set out a couple of hours ago. He should be there soon. Head back now."
And the communication cut off.
[[Anybody who questions this will see themselves shot in the head xD Unrealistic and flawed Deus Ex Machina FTW!]]
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Post by [x] Sweden on May 1, 2012 22:28:17 GMT -5
The streets of the city were desolate and far too quiet. Sweden should have run into something by now, whether bad or good, but the city was still, minus a pesky sharp wind that was making his eyes water. Poking his head around a corner, he checked for any sign of life... No, not strictly life, any signs of movement at all... Seeing nothing, he continued through the circuitous alleyways, fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt of his sword in a vaguely anxiety-ridden anticipation of danger.
His wife was out here, somewhere in these (strangely quiet) streets. This was worrisome to Sweden - if there was no sign of activity nearby, nothing crawling up to meet him, that would mean that the lurking zombies had found some other bit of prey to occupy themselves with. Which would probably be the team that had been sent out earlier. The team that included his beloved Finland. Sweden was tense, jaw clenched with worry - he hated the idea that his wife was out here, at risk of being chewed up and eaten by zombies, and that there wasn't much he could do about it. Sure, the other members of the team were likely to be perfectly competent, but Sweden would like the assurance of being there in person, of slashing apart the rotten flesh of the undead himself, of destroying anything that even thought (in its little excuse for a brain) about getting its nasty claws or teeth anywhere near Tino.
Sword drawn now, eerily reminiscent of his viking days, Sweden cautiously hurried towards a new source of noises he heard, probably around a few more narrow alleyways. It was the best lead he had, currently, so he might as well take it. Poking his head around a final corner, he saw the chaotic scene of battle - zombies all over the intersection, being held back by Prussia and Spain. His beautiful Finland was not in immediate danger, but it was better to be safe than sorry - he moved into the fray to relieve Prussia, hacking away at reaching zombie limbs with his sword.
"Wh't's th' plan?" he asked, glancing back and forth momentarily between Finland and Spain. Someone here had a plan, right?
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Post by [x] Spain on May 2, 2012 16:05:45 GMT -5
Though he was really disappointed when he heard he wouldn't get to fight along side one of his best friends like the old days, Spain took it in stride. "I can hold them off on my own for a bit; don't worry." He smiled and waved to Prussia. "Go where you're needed!"
When he saw the flash of silvery-white hair disappear around the corner, he let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding. Now all he had to do was fight as if he was two people for a while to buy time until Sweden arrived-
"Wh't's th' plan?" he suddenly heard next to him, a shot of fear spiking his veins. How in the mother-fucking hell had Sweden gotten that close without him hearing?! The battle must've done something to his hearing; he made a mental note to get it checked when he got back.
"Well, not much of one." Spain reluctantly answered, slicing off a few more heads near him. "The obvious: keep the zombies as far away from Finlandia as possible." With another worn-out smile, he added: "And that's about it."
That probably wasn't the best thing to say. His conscious reprimanded him. Right, he had almost forgotten that the blonde they were covering was his precious "wife" so that wasn't just probably, but definitely the wrong thing to say to a nation that could easily terrify a certain Spaniard's soul right out of him.
No. He had to concentrate on the fight at hand. And maybe Sweden would understand that you can't really do anything other than fight head-on. If there was a better plan, they would've thought of it. He'd understand that; he'd have to.
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Post by [x] Finland on May 2, 2012 16:27:13 GMT -5
Spain was being a really good sport about this whole mess. Really it made Finland cringe the way the moaning, writhing bastards just flowed in their direction, and he jumped when the Prussian man moved and another took his place.
Sweden.
It reminded him of the viking days, right now. The man was still just as fluid with his blade as he had always been, and even through complete horror he managed to feel some awe watching the other man work. His lover, his husband, his life- oh, why the hell did he have to get dragged into this too?
He was capable. Sweden was definitely more than capable. He was far more capable than Finland, and far superior to some of the younger superpowers in the way of fighting. But still, seeing him in the middle of this all made a knot in his stomach that he didn't know how to rid of.
Now was no time to think about that, though. There was no time.
Wh't's th' plan? he asked, and Finland opened his mouth dumbly while Spain answered. He summed it up pretty nicely, the Finn thought, and stole a gaze at his lover one more time. I love you, he mouthed, not sure if he saw- or would ever see it again, if this didn't go as planned- and then stepped into the maub between the two, letting them gaurd him as he moved towards the building.
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Post by [x] Sweden on May 2, 2012 19:02:32 GMT -5
Simplicity certainly had its own time and place, Sweden thought, but they weren't kidding. That wasn't really much of a plan. He didn't have to be told to keep zombies away from Finland; that was pretty much standard operating procedure in his mind. This was probably the best they were going to get, given the situation - a street full of zombies and some last-minute changes in battle lineup weren't the best circumstances to be in.
"'K," he acknowledged Spain, swinging his sword and lopping off the head of an approaching zombie. These creatures really were disgusting, screeching and stumbling their way around in search of prey. There were a lot of them, but at least they weren't intelligent, weren't organized - this fight lacked a certain finesse that he remembered from the wars he had fought long ago... Sweden would be glad when the day came where he didn't have to fight anymore, but until then, there were zombies that needed to be taken care of.
Glancing back at Finland for an instant, he saw him mouthing something, but couldn't quite make it out before he had to turn his attention back to the zombies vying for his attention. It wouldn't do to get distracted - he chopped off the arm of a zombie that was reaching out for him, then turned his blade to take care of the head. The words would have to wait for after - because there would be an after, he told himself. A world in which they couldn't be together wasn't worth thinking about. It wouldn't happen. It couldn't happen.
A nervous jolt ran through Sweden's body as Finland started moving forward towards the building. He wasn't planning on going in there by himself, was he? What if there was something lurking inside? Sweden did not have a good feeling about this, not at all. He began to move forward, keeping up with Tino's progress and swinging his blade at zombies that dared to come within his reach.
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