He ran. He ran as fast as his small body would let him, not stopping even once. The zombies were after him, and he was getting tired. The blonde has been on his own for awhile, 9 months actually. Turn and shoot, turn and shoot is his natural reflex in a time like this. "Five down… Three bullets letft." The teen used the rest of his ammunition, soon resulting in the use of a crow bar to bash in the heads of the zombies. Or what he would call, the plague. The heat was horrible, it being summer, and the fact that he hadn't had any water for the past few weeks means he was dehydrated. Falling to the ground, he breathed heavily. There was a sudden sound of a car… Then the breeze that came after. "What? A car?" He said, getting up and trying to go after it. "Please stop!"
He kept yelling, and fell to the ground; suffering a small heat stroke. "I'm going to die… I'm sorry, Al. I couldn't survive like you told me too. I'm a failure and I'm so sorry.." He said, hearing the plagues get closer. The small blonde passed out.
"Oh gott, this kid looks dead. So not awesome." A strong German accent said, filling the small room. The German poured water over the unconscious boy, waking him up in apanic. "Huh?! Who is there?!" He said, "Calm down! Gilbert give the boy some water and food." A French accent said. The German, Gilbert, got him abottle of water. "Here.." Matthew thanked him and started drinking it. "Merci pour le aide." He said softly, seeing Gilbert raise an eyebrow. "You speak French?" Gilbert asked, watching him nod. "Oui, I'm Canadian."
The group looked at him. "This is Berwald, Francis, he's French, Antonio, Lovino, Peter, Arthur and my bruder and him are out getting supplies." Matthew looked at them.. There was so many people and they all looked,well.. A little scary. "Um.. B-Bonjour." He said timidly, looking away from all the eyes. "No need to be so formal with us, it's okay. Salut, Matthew." The french man said, causing a soft smile to appear on Matthews lips. "So... How long have you been on your own? Surley, you must have had someone... Right?" Gilbert asked, wanting to know how someone so young looking could be all alone.
"Since my birthday, July 1st." The Canadian said sadly. Every time he thought of that day, he would cry. The day he lost his brother, The day he lost his last family member, and the day he lost all his hope. It was still clear as day in his mind, the screaming, the blod, eating and ripping. Worst of all... Matthew couldn't even help him. Before he even knew what was happening Matthew felt hot tears streaming down his dirty face. Francis, he thought at least, sat by him and tried to help him feel better. "It's okay Matthew... We all lost someone, and it's hard; it get's better." He said, though Gilbert really had no intrest in hearing the same talk everyone has gotten.
"What happened to your brother?" "Gilbert, that's a little out of place to say-" Francis got cut off, "Non... I think people should know.." Matthew took a deep breath. "Alfred was died on my birthday. We were going to go find some food to celebrate our birthdays together, his was three days after mine, and before we even got there the plagues were just every where. I couldn't do anything to help him, nothing at all. We were all out of bullets and there was nothing handy to use. So, what could a big brother do for his little brother? He sacrificed himself..." He shuddered. "Though, when I came back to bury him... There was no body. Just an arm... I'm pretty sure he's dead. I mean, you can't really survive that."
Everyone was silent, nothing was heard. "Maybe he's still alive. Like you said, you odn't even know if he's dead." Antonio said, tinkering with a switch blade. "Well, yeah b-" Matthew was cut off, he was used to it though. "DOn't give the boy false hope, bastard." An Italian accent said, smacking Antonio in the head. "I was just saying that maybe he's alive, Lovi." He scoffed and turned back around. Almost everyone was different now. Antonios personality was completely the oppiste. It was care free and happy, now it's cold and angry.
Matthew sat there for a moment before getting up to sit by Gilbert. The bus hit a bump, causing the Canadian to fall into the seat face first like an idiot. "A-Ah, I'm sorry." He said, as Gilbert lightly chuckled, "It's okay, Matthew." There was another short silence. "So, why did you guys pick a school bus? Isn't it a little.. Uncomfortable?" Gilbert nodded. "Well, ja, but it's better than being out in the open. Plus, we can take more of our supplies than we could on foot." Wow, that actually made a lot of sense to the boy. How could he have not thought of that?
Francis was sitting beside them, starting a conversation with Matthew in French. "Oui, j'ai faim." Matthew said, nodding. Francis handed him a breakfast bar and smiled. "Merci, Francis." They talked for awhile longer, but soon grew tired. "Tell me to get off if you want... Al would let me do this, it's a habbit I guess." Matthew said. "It's no problem." Gilbert said, helping the Canadian lay on his chest. Matthew was asleep in less than 15 minutes, "Gute nacht, Mattie."
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"There they are, finally." Yao said, pulling up to two men holding many bags and such. "Come on in." He said, opening the door. How they react to Matthew? Ludwig wasn't exactly all for adding people to their group... Actually, he hated it. "Why is everyone so quiet?" Ludwig, the blonde guy with slick hair, asked. When he saw Matthew his eyes suddenly showed anger, looking at hte Albino. A breeze shot through the bus, making some put their windows up. "He's uh... Joining us. I found him, almost dead." Gilbert said, watching the Canadian wake up. "Gilbert what's wrong?" He asked, stretching. The English man saw him, and stood there, starring. Their eyes met, causing the Canadian to stand.
"Arthur... Is that really you?" Matthew asked.