Hetalia! Zombie Apocolypse! PolMon!

It Begins!

Monaco's POV:

                                It was early dawn when I woke, by this time Francis had already left for the World Conference. And everything was calm in the house she lived in, it was small but it fit her taste perfectly. I was on her computer looking for anything interesting when an article caught her eye. I took a sip from my mug and began reading the article. It read 'Good morning everybody, I am reporting some disturbing news. As of yesterday evening, there have been serval reports of the dead coming to life. We do not know what is causing this virus outbreak but we do know you do not want to meet with the blood and saliva of the undead as that is how the disease is spreading. So stay indoors as that is the safest option.This is Melody Vincent-Rose signing out.'

        I scoffed, there were no such things as Zombies. Sure I knew about the magic trio and Steve from everything I have heard from the other Countries, but Zombies? No, I would never believe it. I was taking care of everything when her phone had rung, and after the third ring, I answered it to here my father's voice.

       "Camilla, ça va, je viens de voir les nouvelles!" Francis voice called frantically from the line. (Camilla, are you okay I just saw the news!)

        "Wee papa I am alright its just a tabloid, I guarantee some kids that are excellent at make up is pulling a prank on everybody." I sighed into the phone looking out the window. Thats when I saw it, walking slowly from the woods behind her house.

           "Papa, j'ai besoin de lui ~" I started but the phone then lost service. "Papa?! Papa?!" I called into the voice horrified to not get an answer. So I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and waited until the creature got to the house. I tried to remember if I left the doors open that morning when my cat came in. (Papa, I need he~)

          That answered my question! I grabbed my emergency bag and ran out the front door going into the woods. For the moment I walked in the woods observing my surroundings... Three of the undead, all coming from different directions. So I ran the only way she could, running as fast as my legs would carry me. Being small, (Smaller than Liechtenstein ) had its pros and cons in this situation. Pros were I had no problem dodging the tree branches above my head and it was much easier to hide to catch my breath for seconds at a time if I risked to much longer the Living Dead would be able to catch me. That leads us to the cons, having short legs made it hard to run fast, and as I looked back to see if I had time to breathe, I tripped over a log, a branch on this log cutting my leg open.

         I cursed in French and tried to move, proving to be a fail as my leg was snagged. I tried to pull away but the efforts proved to be ineffective. So I decided the next best thing was to call for help. "I NEED HELP IF YOU CAN HEAR THIS CALL PLEASE HELP!! I AM STUCK AND THE DISEASED ARE COMING APON ME! THREE AS I CAN SEE!!" I called out, would anybody hear my calls?

A/N- This was fun to write, this is the beginning of this book that I will update hopefully weekly, as for my other books I may continue but I am not sure as I do not think they are great. Anyways thank you @cookieretka giving me the ship and plot for this book, next chapter will be Poland's Point Of View, see all of you later! SongBird out!