Infected Romance || RusAme || Original by soup_underwater

Chapter 06: Closed doors

TW: Grief

America's POV:

The Alarm blared through the entire city.

After the sirens started sounding through the Area, screams of several residents filled my ears in the matter of seconds.

Russia immediately rushed towards the edge of the building, his eyes scanning the area below and around us. "We need to head to the bunker." He said, his eyes fixated on something. I gazed into the direction his eyes focused on, sensing something was off.

Hoards of people were rushing out of the festival, seemingly fleeing something. If it was that bad, we had to rush to the bunker quickly. If the doors shut on us, we wouldn't be surviving for long out here, considering the circumstances.

Russia, being a few steps ahead, was already removing the barricades from the door, that were to prevent any infected of coming in. "C'mon, we have to go." He rushed, swinging the heavy metal door open in one go. I wrapped my left arm around his shoulder and started limping away with him, trying my best to keep my balance.

The pain from the brute was surreal, stinging with every step I took. But right now, there really wasn't any space for breaks. I couldn't do anything, but grit my teeth and push forward.

When we finally exited the building, Our eyes searched for the building the bunker was located in. UN had shared, that the Bunker was hidden within an abandoned building, so the infected couldn't find the location of it with ease. 

So in short: if there weren't hundreds of people rushing into a singular building we wouldn't have ever found it.

So we did, rush towards the building. Russia attempted to carry me when my leg pain got worse, but even he got exhausted after awhile, so we resorted to me just limping towards the building.

Picture our speed like this: the building we were in was about four buildings further from the bunker. When we arrived, basically everyone was already in the bunker, even those, who lived on the other side of the town.

Perhaps I should've said no to a burger or two, so Russia could carry my fat ass. 

Even so, we arrived at the bunker after the longest 20 minutes of my life. Barely anyone could be seen, but a few soldiers shooting at various infected that roamed the area. Russia led me into the building. We stayed quiet, in fear of some infected lurking in the area. And after another long minute passed, we heard voices. Two people seemed to be talking eith each other, so we came closer.

As we approached, we were able to slowly make out the silhouettes of the two people talking and after a few feet more, we were able to hear their voices clearly.

UN and NATO seemed to be limping towards the bunker, NATO clinging onto UN with one arm, while clutching his stomach with the other. 

Both of them stopped in front of the bunker abruptly and- 

NATO pushed UN into the bunker. 

Two soldiers immediately pushed the metal door shut, as NATO whispered apologies, that were barely audible. 

"Shoot anyone injured on sight" he said, loading a gun of his. "They've probably been infected and we can't risk people going into the next stage."

NATO then tossed the loaded gun towards one of his soldiers, who caught it with ease.

"Shoot me," he said, "before the curse of immortality gets to me."

The metal door finally shut, as the soldier lifted his arm at NATO, trembling. NATO simply nodded, just before two gunshots rang through the silent halls of this building.