ZombieU Hetalia

Chapter One - England's POV

Should I believe in the world Mama

"For the second time in history, a great plague has enveloped London in a fog of death. Big Ben tolls as hundreds upon thousands of the unprepared die or are infected by a sickness worse than death...

You are still breathing for now; but how long will you survive in the labyrinth of London streets and underground? The horrifying remains of humanity ravaged by the foul disease shuffle through the streets waiting to prey on your living flesh at every turn!"

The battlefield remained empty, as a sole survivor crawled out of the remains of death. His eyes showed only fear and nothing else. He was scared, terrified, and frightened, everything about him was technically dead; burned into ashes and dirt, as they thought it would expect no one thought this would happen , why would God do such thing to them after their prayers; they would probably say but before they could've said anything - death was already spreading. Their God was starting to get bored so he decided to start a new generation from scratch, but the first generation gotta first die then..

Let them be alive as the undead.

But their God obviously forgot about a few people, as they scurry and fight together as friends or apart as rivals.

But let's look at Arthur. That poor man was frightened , he was the only survivor in his area; there was undead running and he knew that they will eventually catch up with him.

Then a voice appeared in his mind, "Come forward, run to me, follow my voice , I can help." The poor man had no choice, he had nothing and he was desperate of the first time in his life. Arthur Kirkland was an English man , he lived a comfortable life in his small cottage surrounded by flowers and roses of all sorts. He was once a man of war and glory but he settled down peacefully. Ah, and yes; he was also the personification of the once great England.

Should I give up and cry

"You see the door, you have a chance; now open it"

Arthur turned around to see a door into a night club, but obviously no one would be in there now. He looked back towards the undead, they were getting closer. Desperate, he kicked the door open and continued running into the night club.

"Good. Good, now you see that room across there. The previous survivor dropped a weapon there. Go and pick it up"

The voice said, normally Arthur wouldn't prefer to be ordered around anyone, expect the Queen or his boss, but he was desperate and judging from the surroundings who knows what the Queen or his boss is anymore... He snapped up, the Queen! How could he forget , please God protect and bless the Queen, the Queen was important so was the Lady and Princes.

"You don't have time to protect the ones, you love. There are other survivors, maybe then you can but first; get yourself a weapon. The now-undead survivor had a backpack, take it. It has what you need."

Arthur, the poor man; he wandered into a security room while trying to run away from the undead. The cameras showed no escape, there was undead everywhere. Arthur was about to bang his head against the screen repeatedly but thought again about that thought, he doesn't have time to do such idiotic things in times like these. This was worse then first plague , and it felt like fight a war. The voice in his head was annoying but its the only thing here that he could trust, he stared at the screen then he saw what the voice was talking about. There on the screen was a man stuck in between a window , he looked dead obviously but he had the backpack. He looked around for anything to poke the man with incase he turned out to be an undead, as he searched the room, the undead were coming closer more and more.

"Ouch! What the bloody hel- Oh, my. I haven't seen anything more useful today, then this! This can do for now." He said, as he pulled out a shotgun with full ammunition which wouldn't last him forever. Tsk, I should've listened to Alfred when he was playing his dumb video games. Talking about him.. I wonder if he is okay, I mean there is a zombie apocalypse , he should be prepared for this stuff, hmmp."

Should I stand up and fight?

He left the room with the shotgun in his hand protectively, he breathed in as he kicked into the room where the man with the backpack laying in between the window, he held his breathe as he went closer towards the man, his hand out to grab the backpack. Just as he was about to touch the backpack, the man thrashed about, snarling at him trying to reach out to him with his clawed out hands - it was too late, the man was already another undead. He stepped back with the shotgun, and closing his eyes; he pulled the trigger at the male, the blood spurted out the undead's head, Arthur looked down to see some of the blood on himself , he took a deep sigh and quickly grabbed the handle of the backpack and opened it to see the goodies contained.

"Ahh, yes. You can see that the backpack has first aid kits, a pocket-knife , some rations and a more ammunition for your shotgun. And my favourite; the axe. This can help you survive for a while."

Arthur quickly tossed the backpack onto his pack, his green eyes filled with a tiny flicker of hope for himself. Maybe one day; this would be all over, and they could be happy again.

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Some of the lyrics [ underlined ] are from the song Tonight, you're perfect.