Okay I am planing to post a Hetalia fanfiction. Okie so it's about the apocalypse and the nations are human. I love this so much but here is the preveiw...
Natalia was hardly a woman of superstition; she only believed the things that she knew where real. For example, ghosts being a thing she never thought twice about. So when her brother had come home late one evening from the bar, lips flecked with blood and looking more gray than pale, Natalia didn't jump to the conclusion of zombies. Even when he sunk his teeth into her older sister's throat, Natalia didn't think zombies. It was only after she had been forced to empty a round from his shotgun into Ivan's head, then into Yeketerina when she rose back from the dead, did she think zombies. Now her whole family was dead. Natalia didn't cry, surprising herself with her lack of tears. Yeketerina was too pure for this new world. She had always tried to help people and stand out as the motherly figure. And, well, Ivan was probably happier dead. Maybe that's why she didn't cry. But what about her? Should she let herself die too? Throughout the few weeks since the incident, she had thought about it. But her hands would tremble and she couldn't bring herself to do it. Her family would not want her dead, not yet. Besides, there was still one person that she cared about that could still be alive somewhere in this hell..