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Post by Zombies on May 24, 2012 16:12:35 GMT -5
((I believe you're doing just fine, all of you. Keep going, alright?))
The zombies slammed themselves against the glass, moaning loudly as they futilely tried to read out and grab the Nations that were, quite ironically, on display inside the store. The door creaked as the mass of undead scratched and pounded against it, and the glass made a frightening shudder every time the undead managed to slam against it.
There soon wouldn't be much time left anymore.
Drawn by the moans of his breathren, one of the store employees, who hadn't been able to get out on time, perked his head up and his rotten eyes looked around him. The room he was in was dark, lined with bottles of different shapes and sizes, papers strewn everywhere, but he could smell the prey getting closer. Giving a moan of his own as his hunger immediately reached a peak, he clawed at the unlocked door. It easily slid open, and with a loud screech of victory, the zombie came tumbling out of the back-store area, immediately spotting his prey and stumbling towards them.
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Post by [x] Spain on May 24, 2012 18:00:07 GMT -5
"I promise."
Spain felt his heart stop when he heard the zombies impact the glass of the windows, starting the countdown clock for him.
And for everyone else.
Checking to make sure he had everything, he slung his weapons to his shoulder and fastened them in place so they wouldn't move when jumped rooftop to rooftop. "Hasta luego!" See you later! He waved and took off, heading up the back, worn stairs three at a time, and bursting out onto the rooftop where the cold wind and moans awaited him.
Eyeing the next rooftop over, he started his sprint.
If he could've stopped in midair, he would've.
Right as he hit the top of the arc to get over to the next building, an ear-piercing scream erupted from the pharmacy, startling him enough to screw up his landing and make him roll instead of continue his momentum.
"FINLAND! SWEDEN!" The loyalty burning inside him turned him around, but his dedication kept him going in the other direction. No, I have to believe they'll be alright.
Sprint, jump, land. Sprint, jump, land. Sprint, jump, land.
The internal mantra of those three actions melded with his heartbeat, a pounding drum to keep his pace like the old days. Every beat was another two steps to the next obstacle in this God-forsaken course.
Finally, FINALLY, when he was at least two blocks down did he feel that he was a safe enough distance.
Unsteady hands slid off his shotgun and loaded a few of the blanks given to him by Finland. "I sure hope this works, God." His prayers went unheard to anyone but him. Though he was trembling from the run, he drew a shaky breath and pointed the gun up to the dismal, cloudy sky.
"OI! ZOMBIES! OVER HERE!" With an equally ear-bursting shot to back up his yelling, the game for lives was started.
And it was now the enemy's turn.
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Post by [x] Finland on May 25, 2012 21:35:15 GMT -5
((Will do~ ))
A loud, primal screech bounced off of the walls and a mass of decaying flesh and rickety bones staggered towards him, and Finland didn't even realize that horrified screaming was coming from his own lips. Fuck, that thing- they were damn ugly in a horde, sure, but one lone, feral creature somehow managed to capture all of the horror that was the undead in one terrifying image.
He didn't want to shoot, he didn't want to shoot, he didn't want to shoot- that would just draw more attention. But he wasn't about to be bitten, either. He pulled out his sniper and turned it so that it could be used as a bludgeon if need be, bracing himself. He would have to fight the damn thing and then seriously hurry with the medicine.
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Post by [x] Sweden on May 25, 2012 22:42:05 GMT -5
Nope, no luck with finding supplies that could potentially help Spain - they needed to get moving, and there really wasn't time. Sweden worried a little bit about sending Spain out into the open without much to help him, but he had to push that from his mind. The other nation was probably perfectly capable on his own, and it was no use worrying about it now that he had taken off. All Sweden could reasonably do here was keep Finland safe while they found whatever it was they were looking for.
He had started back down the aisle to regroup with Finland when he heard the screeches - there had to be one of them in here that they had missed. It wasn't near him, so - fuck, that was Finland screaming - dammit, he should never have left Finland by himself! He charged out of the aisle, sword drawn, to see a single zombie advancing on Finland, who apparently didn't have much in the way of close range weaponry.
Cursing himself for being so careless, he rushed forward, swinging his sword to hack away at the lone undead walker coming at Finland. He couldn't believe that he'd failed to be at his lover's side, that he'd left him open to attack. He couldn't let that damn zombie touch his Tino.
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Post by [x] Finland on May 25, 2012 23:08:59 GMT -5
Tino watched his lover slash at the thing, and continued to stare as the now debilitated mass of remains fell to the floor. That... was way too close. Somehow Berwald managed to step in right when he needed him, and he only wished that he had a better way to thank the man. He settled for a brief kiss to the mouth, rushed but meant to have meaning all the same.
"Thank you." He murmured, before grabbing his lover's larger hand in his own. "Come on- we need to hurry."
He pulled the other with him through the aisles, trying to ignore his left-over shaking, and began to scan the backs of items quickly. No, not this one... No, not that... fuck, not that... Dammit, dammit, dammit... He continued to hang onto the taller man and speed read, frantically searching. Not there... not- wait. He re-read the one in his hand once, and then twice, and then gripped it tight.
"Found it," He exclaimed, looking up at Berwald. "Help me grab as many of these ones as possible, please."
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Post by [x] Sweden on May 26, 2012 16:14:07 GMT -5
The monster was dead - well, technically, it had already been dead for a while - and the two of them were marginally safer. Sweden was still as Tino kissed him briefly and pulled him away down more aisles, his head filled with horrified visions of what might have happened to his little wife if he hadn't gotten there in time.
He let Finland lead them through the aisles in search of the medicine they needed, but Sweden's own eyes were intent on the darkness around them, scanning for anything else dangerous that might be lurking in the shadows. He couldn't slip up again, not out here in dangerous territory where one little mistake could mean a fate worse than death itself...
Tino's voice alerted him to the fact that they had stopped moving through the pharmacy, but it took a moment for Berwald's mind to process the words. He stared at the little box in Tino's hand, then realized - Oh. Right. This was what they had come to get. He crammed as many of the little packages as he could fit into the deep pockets of his coat, hands shaking slightly as he buttoned the pockets closed again. He'd had more than his fill of excitement and adventure for the day, and now he just wanted to get back to the warehouse, wash all of the grime off of his body, and hold on to Tino until both of them fell asleep, hopefully to dreams far sweeter than reality.
But first they had to regroup with Spain and get the hell out of here. Hopefully the other nation was safe, despite running decoy duty to draw the zombies away from the pharmacy. Now they would have to wait for the tide of the undead to recede, and then radio Spain to figure out a meeting point. Letting out a heavy, shaky breath, Sweden wrapped a protective arm around Finland's shoulders, still keeping an eye out for anything that might be lurking.
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Post by [x] Spain on May 26, 2012 20:03:26 GMT -5
((I apologize for the briefness of it, but I couldn't figure out how to make it longer. ;A; ))
They just won't give up! Spain complained internally. He kept shooting off blanks (while shooting off live ones to get rid of a few pests) but every so often they would go back to the pharmacy and the process would start all over again. It seemed like the more he got over to him, the more would head back.
I hope that Finland and Sweden are okay... He didn't like the sound of the screech from inside the pharmacy when he left, but he had no choice but to keep going.
When he felt that he could take a slight break, he pulled out his radio. "Sweden!" Knowing the danger they might be in, he talked loud enough that he wouldn't attract attention inside, but he would outside. "How much more time do you need?"
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Post by [x] Finland on May 26, 2012 23:06:40 GMT -5
((That's okay Spain, I understand- sometimes it's all that can be done :3))
Finland could feel Sweden's hands shaking as he brushed against him while he grabbed the packs, and a twinge of guilt ran through him. Poor baby. He must be so tired... he hurried and jammed the bottles into his bag, and into his own pockets, before he finally couldn't carry any more. It's okay, he wanted to soothe, but really, right then, it was not okay. The best he could do was curl against the Swedish man when his strong arm wrapped around his own shoulders and press a kiss to his jaw bone.
"When we go home," He started, "I'm going to take tomorrow off, and be out of the lab. Then we'll just rest together."
It was as much of a promise as he could make, and if he survived he sure as hell would deserve a moment of rest. Sweden's radio crackled to life, and he stopped to let the man respond.
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Post by [x] Sweden on May 28, 2012 2:52:02 GMT -5
It was comforting, having Tino pressed up against his side, the solidity of his body a reassurance that all was well for now, that Sweden hadn't screwed up catastrophically. He relaxed slightly into the kiss, tightening his arm around Finland's shoulders slightly - he wanted to hold his lover, to pull him into a tight embrace and bury his face in his hair and never let him go, but now wasn't the time. They could still easily be in danger, and he had to stay vigilant.
Tino's plans for tomorrow sounded amazing though - the tiniest slice of heaven in the middle of this undead hell. Sweden sighed happily, indulging in the blissful thoughts for just a moment before scanning the room again. It looked fairly safe, but as they had learned, looks could be deceiving. He pressed a gentle kiss to Tino's forehead before he had to answer his radio.
"W're ready wh'n you are," he answered Spain - thank god the man was alright, "Meet y' on th' roof?" he asked. Going outside of the pharmacy looked to be a risky prospect at the moment.
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Post by [x] Spain on May 28, 2012 14:04:41 GMT -5
After careful consideration, there was not much else to be done. The zombies were still prowling the front, but it was hard enough getting just himself over here - and Spain had some parkour skills backing him up along with nimble footing. He wasn't quite sure how the others could handle jumping rooftop to rooftop...
Could they slip out the back, though? That might work... No, the zombies would chase after them easily. So that was out of the question. Plus they still had to get to the front of the store to go back to where the motorcycles were.
Ah, then meeting him on the roof was the best idea. "Sounds good. I'll shoot off a couple more here and meet back with you. Over." The way they had to go was opposite of where he was to go get the motorcycles anyway.
With a few final shots, he sighed and began his trip back, jumping and sprinting and the occasional rolling if he messed up the landing.
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Post by [x] Finland on Jun 1, 2012 17:25:29 GMT -5
Finland sighed happily and leaned into the brief kiss, the faux-peace of the moment deceivingly unsettling. If he closed his eyes, he wondered if he could mistake their current situation for a better place, and a better time...
But he wouldn't close his eyes. Not here. Not now. There was too much at stake.
Sweden said that they would be going onto the roof, and quickly he scanned the room for a way to get up. How did Spain get up again? Oh fuck he was tired. An all nighter in the lab again before this mission probably hadn't been the best idea, and internally he kicked himself for his own stupidity. He looked to his lover to lead.
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