Something I've been working on for a while now. Basically I combined my love of Hetalia and zombies into a story.
Summery: The world is ending thanks to the undead, it's up to a team of mix-matched characters to find a way out of the zombie areas using only what they have and who they have.
Warning: zombies, blood, gore, cussing, fighting, weapons, end of the world bullshit, and other fun things (also there might be a possible alternative ending if this goes as planned)
Pairings: none, as of the moment but there could be possible pairings through out
I own only the plot, all the characters minus OCs belong to their respective owners
NOTES! I LOVE the Left 4 Dead series, so I'm using those zombies for this, along with taking the concept of advancing zombies from the Romero movies (watch all of the TRUE 'of the Dead' movies and notice that the zombies slowly advance and get smarter over time). Speaking of zombie movies, the title for this story is from the infamous Italian zombie movie of the same name. If you've ever seen that one scene with a zombie fighting a shark or a woman getting a big splinter of wood in her eye, that's from that movie.
NOTES II! The characters are not nations, this is AU. There are slight changes in personality but that's normal in an AU story, plus you're gonna change a bit when the world is ending.
NOTES III! Why do Lovino and Feliciano know so much on zombies? Because Italy (aside from America) loves to make zombie movies and has some of the most (in)famous titles in zombie-movie history. I mixed in the Italian love for zombie flicks with the Italian brothers. Plus I love the idea. :3
On with the fic!
Zombi
Chapter One: Safe room
Feliciano closed the book in his hands, it sucked that this was one of the few books he had on him and that it was a book about computers. But that was all he could find in the small office coffee room he had locked himself inside of for the past week. It was small but slightly comfortable, and luckily there was an attached bathroom. Sadly there was no shower so the Italian's hair was a bit greasy and it grossed him out.
There was food in the room and a very small kitchenette, which allowed him to cook some of the food that was stocked up in the cabnits. The fridge had drinks and frozen food that were kept cool, making Feliciano very thankful that the power was still on even in this horrible situation.
Why was the young Italian art student hiding in this place?
Well...
He was stuck in a city full of flesh eating zombies, that's why.
They appeared randomly one day, no one had suspected them. But when people started to get bites from these 'weird, sick hobos' that wondered around, Feliciano got ready to get the hell out of there with his grandpa Roma.
Ah, it was thanks to Grandpa that Feliciano had lived this long. All of Feliciano's life he had been scared of horror films but zombie ones were okay because Grandpa and Lovino always watched them with him and he learned how to deal with the living dead thanks to his older relative. But Grandpa had ran off somewhere after he told Feliciano to hide somewhere safe and Feliciano hadn't heard a thing from him in a week.
And Lovino wasn't doing well where he was. Feliciano's older brother had taken a trip down in the southern United States with his best friend when the invasion happened. Luckily for Feli, Lovino and Antonio, his brother's friend, had found a place to hide but things had gotten worse as the days passed.
During one of their brief cell phone calls, when there was a signal, Lovino told his little brother that these things were... changing, becoming a whole new breed of zombi unlike anything they had seen in the games and movies. They just prayed this would be over soon.
But when would that be?
Feliciano sighed softly but yelped when he heard a loud slamming sound and two gun shots. "Fucking beasts!" Came a voice from outside of the room, it was a survivor! There was a moment of silence before the door knob was being shaken, as if the person outside was trying to get in.
"Vee...! Are you bitten?" Feliciano asked and the knob stopped moving.
"T-there's someone in there?" Came a reply.
"S-si, there is someone in here! Answer my question and I might let you in..!"
"I'm not bitten, please, let me in! I've been running for two hours!"
Getting up, the brunet ran to the door and carefully unlocked it, pulling in the man and slamming the door shut, re-locking it. Sighing, Feliciano turned to see a rather tall, muscular man looking at him. His blond hair was mostly slicked back, minus a few stray strands, and his blue-eyes looked so tired. He was dressed in a military jacket that looked a bit old and bulky on him, covered in a little bit of blood and he had a large pack on his back.
He was also holding a couple of large guns on his person and a pistol was in his hand, pointed right at Feliciano. "Vee!" Feliciano yelped in fear, putting his hands up.
"You infected?" The man, German from his accent, asked.
The brunet shook his head. "N-no, I've been hiding here for a week..! And if I was infected I would have already turned but that means I would have turned in here and would have been trapped and then I'd be clawing at the door and I would probably starve to death and-!"
"Alright, alright, I get it! Stop talking for a moment!" The man barked, shutting up the Italian for a moment. The blond sighed and put his gun down to his side, looking at the smaller man. "Do you mind if I stay here? I keep running all over the place, I need a break."
"Oh, that's fine! It's nice to have someone else to speak to." Feliciano smiled. "You can just put your stuff down and I'll let you have some of the pasta I made earlier. You like pasta, right?"
The man let out a small 'hm' as he put his pack down and placed down the ten (TEN?) guns he had been carrying on his person along with three knives. "I'll eat whatever right now, I'm starving." He sat down on one of the chairs at the small table.
Feliciano nodded and took the container of pasta from the fridge and placed it in the microwave. He turned over to the other and smiled. "Feliciano Vargas."
"Huh?"
"I'm Feliciano Vargas, and you are?"
The man looked at him and nodded. "Ludwig."
The Italian nodded. "Nice to meet you Ludwig." There was a ding from the microwave and Feliciano set about bringing the meal to Ludwig, even getting him one of the beers that had been left untouched in the fridge.
Ludwig snatched the beer and opened it, taking a long drink. "Gott, I've been wanting to taste that for days now. Thank you Feliciano." He said before eating, the brunet sitting down across from him.
It was silent for a bit before Feliciano spoke up. "So... how are things out there? I haven't left this room since I got here."
Blue-eyes looked away from the food to look into brown ones. "Horrible. Death is everywhere and people are still being attacked. I was lucky to have escaped a few of the places I thought were safe."
Feliciano frowned deeply. "Did you run into... them yet?"
"Them? You mean those crazy idiots who keep attacking everyone? Fuck yes I have." Ludwig snorted, putting another forkful of pasta into his mouth.
The other shook his head. "No, I meant... them." Ludwig blinked and Feliciano continued. "My fratello, he is in another part of the country right now, but he says that the crazy idiots out there, which are zombies mind you, are changing."
"Zombies? What? And how are they changing?" Ludwig was confused, zombies were just monsters of fiction and voodoo curses. These things couldn't be zombies, they were just insane people... right?
The smaller survivor sighed. "They are zombies, beings that eat the flesh of humans according to modern culture. And the longer this infection on them continues to stay in them, some of them start to change, evolve. My fratello told me that he had seen several different kinds." Feliciano stood up and walked over to the small cot that he had made.
He picked up several sheets of paper and walked back. He presented one of the papers, it had a drawing of a strange looking human-like being, crotching down and wearing a hoodie. The hood covered most of the face and the being had clawed fingers. "This one, Lovino told me, can climb on walls and jump great distances. He said it's like a hunting cat but it makes rabid dog sounds. He saw it slice open a woman's chest when it jumped on her."
He presented another drawing. "This one is a strange fellow." The drawing showed a rather tall man, with a long tongue coming out of his mouth. Part of his face was swollen and his hands were mutated, large boils covered his arms. "This one uses his tongue to capture people and drag them over to him, then he claws you to death or has a hoard of zombies kill you."
Ludwig watched as Feliciano handed him another one, this one showed a swollen man covered in boils, he looked like he was about to explode. "This one explodes when shot or if he falls from buildings. But if you get covered in his liquids, hoards will attack you."
"That's disgusting. But I've seen that one, I thought he came from some river from how bloated he was. He might have been that exploding sound I heard a few minutes after seeing him." The German spoke, pointing at the fat zombie.
"Hmm, okay." Feliciano showed the next one. This one was a huge, muscular being that looked like he could rip a car in half with ease. "This one is very scary, apparently it can break down walls and won't stop hunting someone down until it completely kills it, and even then it might still attack."
"And the last one..." Feliciano paused, looking so serious, so terrified and nervous as he looked at the last drawing. This one was the most detailed, the one with the creature drawn at different angles. All the others were drawn with from mental pictures, the details given by Lovino, but this one... this girl... "I've seen her, the only one of the 'special' infected that I witnessed..."
The blond looked at the other, completely forgetting about his hunger to see him shaking. "Feliciano?" He raised an eyebrow, taking the picture. It was of a girl, thinner then a girl should actually be, in tattered clothing. Her hair was long and her fingers became long, black claws, over a foot long it looked like. Her hands slightly covered her face, like she was crying.
Feliciano looked at Ludwig, fear in his eyes. "I heard her, she didn't sound like the normal zombies that wonder around here. No, she was crying, like a helpless victim. I opened the door slightly to see if she was a survivor. But she was one of them... I wondered why she was crying, the others never did that, but then I saw her claws and hide carefully behind the door, watching her pass."
Ludwig nodded, waiting for him to continue. "She continued to cry and walk, covering her face. But an infected walked into her and she growled, groaning in anger before she tore the thing to shreds. Then she ran off crying in anger and I haven't seen her since. That was three days ago. Then my brother called and told me about her, that she hates light and wants to be left alone. She is the most powerful, even more so then the big one."
A chill ran down Ludwig's spine at the tone of smaller man's voice. "Shit, this isn't good if they're evolving." He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, lighting one of the sticks and taking a puff. "You know, you can't stay here. You'll have to leave."
"But I don't want to go and fight them."
"Do you even have a weapon?"
Feliciano shrugged. "I found three guns when I was looking for a place to hide, they were dropped. All hand guns, one doesn't have any ammo and the other two are loaded. My grandpa taught me how to shoot, but I could never kill what was once human."
"But it can kill you." Ludwig took a drink of his beer. He sighed and scratched his chin, damn he needed to shave he thought to himself. "I suggest you pack up and get the hell out of dodge while you've still got a beating heart."
"But I can't, I love zombies but only when they're in movies and whatnot. Here in real life, they terrify me!" Feliciano winced, letting out a small 'vee' sound. "Plus I'm not sure if the whole 'shoot the head' tactic works on these guys. They're like a totally different breed of zombies then from what I'm use too..!"
"Listen, just come with me, I'm sure we can get out of the city alive if we stick together. I need to get out of here, there is someone I need to find and I'm sure you have people you're looking for as well." Ludwig spoke, a serious tone in his voice. Feliciano stared at him, watching him take another puff.
"Vee... there are people I am looking for. We... we can leave tomorrow, you look like you need to rest. Hopefully, we can run into survivors tomorrow, maybe they can help."
"Hmm, yes."
Ludwig hadn't exactly expected to be stuck in a world full of zombies. He had been in the military for a few years, only to get an honorable discharge due to an injury in his knee. When he came back he got stuck with a boring office job and hated it, he perfered being in command, being able to hold a weapon like he use to when he and his brother would go hunting.
But when people started getting sick and attacking the living, Ludwig had ran to his small apartment, taking everything important to him including the only photo he had of his brother and himself.
That was one week and two days ago, Ludwig had been wondering around and hiding for that long. During his short trip, he had gathered up weapons he found lying in the street to go with the few he had kept at his home, but he knew that he would need more later if he was to find Gilbert. That idiot was probably still alive, it would take more then a world full of cannibalistic humans on a rampage to kill that dipshit.
But when Ludwig had ran into that office building, he hadn't expected to meet someone like Feliciano. The boy looked like someone who couldn't tie his own shoelaces but he knew what these things were and knew how to take down zombies in different ways. He also was surprised that Feliciano had been able to stay alive in one place for so long, he was a lucky little bastard.
It was nice that Feliciano was letting him stay in that little break room he had turned into a safe room, even though they had to share the cot Feliciano had. He didn't know why but though Ludwig wanted to make this journey to find Gilbert a solo trip, he let Feliciano come along.
Why did he do that? Was it because Feliciano knew how to take on these things, or was it because he was the first person in this zombie-infected world to take him in and share his own supplies with him?
Ludwig didn't know what it was, but he just didn't want to leave the Italian here to die. Blue-eyes looked in the reflection of the mirror in the bathroom, seeing behind him that Feliciano was packing food from the vending machines he had broken during his first day in the room. Ludwig let out a small sigh before he finished shaving, enjoying his now-smooth skin, having always hated having hair there. "You ready yet?" He asked, looking over his shoulder.
"Ah, si!" Feliciano smiled, filling the last of the food he could take with him. Everything Feliciano had packed with him before was now in his bag once more, with a first aid kit, food and water added along with it. He put on his hoodie and the two extra holsters that Ludwig let him have to hold the guns he had found.
The taller man had put the last of what he needed into his own bag, feeling a bit more rested and clean from the past few days. "Ready to go?"
"Vee, si." Feliciano nodded, holding onto a shot gun that Ludwig had let him hold.
"Good." Ludwig nodded, walking to the now-unlocked door. "Let's get the hell out of here."
With that being said, the door was opened and the two men left the safe room and into the zombie-infested outside world.
"Fuck man, we got the bastard!" Lovino laughed, panting as he did so from finally being able to kill the huge monster of a zombie that tried to take down his team. It cost some ammo but they could just find a gun shop in the area, after all, they were in the American south.
"That one wouldn't stop chasing us, even when he was on fire." Antonio panted, mumbling a small pray of thankfulness in his native Spanish for being able to continue living after some thing like that.
An obnoxious laugh came from the albino of the group. "I fuckin' told you guys it was a great plan!" Gilbert smirked, loading his M-60 once again, letting out a small curse when he noticed he was low on ammo as well.
Lovino dusted himself off, having slid across the ground during the chase. "Let's get out of here, we need to keep moving before another one comes after us. Plus the smell of rotten flesh on fire makes me want to vomit."
"Don't vomit, it might attract a hoard." Gilbert barked a laugh, only to earn an unamused glare from the Italiain. With that done, the three continued their march towards a safe haven here in the south. Lovino frowned, he really hoped Feliciano was okay were he was in Pennsylvania. He need to go back and find him, he didn't want to lose his little brother.
But who knows if they could get there in time, the nation was huge and it was infested with the living dead.
TBC
Each chapter, minus this one and probably the much later chapters if this gets to be a longer story, will be focused on the campaigns from the Left 4 Dead games. I know at the end of each one you end up getting rescued, but I'll find ways for them to continue their journey to the south to find the others.
Say good bye to Lovino and crew, we won't see much of them after this until they reunite with Feliciano and his group. But we will hear from Lovino a few times.
Next chapter: Ludwig and Feliciano find out that Mercy Hospital is their way out of the city, but will the new members of their group be able to help them get there before the last helicopter leaves for good?
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