GerIta apocalypse AU

I'm really inspired to write this I've planned out 11 chapters.

An apocalypse was not unexpected. People could tell it was coming and they prepared, building shelters and hiding away. When the bombs fell some people were lucky, and they survived. When there were rumours of storms in the north everyone knew to head that way; everyone seemed to know that rain was a good thing.

That was almost 100 years ago.

Now people lived in small communities, towns and villages several miles apart, and they didn't mix much. Almost none of them shared a language.

Feliciano's village was one of the larger ones, it included almost 200 people, they had a market and they had a working system of currency. But that didn't mean Feliciano was well off. He and his brother lived in a small wooden and sheet iron house, they would go out hunting and sell what they caught, then use the money they earned to buy food, clean water and firewood. It wasn't much of a life but it was good enough, and it could be fun sometimes.

As much as Feliciano hated killing animals, he did like tracking them. He could tell exactly how long it had been since an animal had set foot on the ground and where they were going.

Rabbits and foul were his usual game, they'd grown larger since the fallout so they carried quite a lot of meat. He'd always wanted to hunt deer but they were far too big, he was one of the tallest people in his village and they were bigger than him.

He liked watching them though.

He hoped they didn't make the same noises rabbits did when they died, he hated that. He always tried to hit the rabbits through the neck so they wouldn't squeal. For one thing if they squealed they'd scare away anything nearby, then he'd be stuck with just the one rabbit. He could never get more than five coins for a rabbit, Romano would kill him for bringing back so little.

The older brother had a saying 'I would sell you but I'd only get enough for a week.' Feliciano always laughed but he was never truly sure that his brother was joking, it was always hard to tell because so much of the man's humour was based on insulting people.

Feliciano wasn't fond of that sort of humour, he much preferred the mimes in the centre of the market, they would pretend to hit each other and fall over things, there was nothing Feli could do to stop himself laughing at them.

He tried not to think about it, this was a bad time to start laughing.

The rabbits he'd been tracking had stopped at the base of a hill, Feliciano had placed himself downwind, in a bush, holding his bow aloft and steadying himself, ready to shoot. He exhaled and shot, hitting one rabbit through the neck and startling the others, he reloaded and shot again, catching another as the group began to move again.

"Yes!" he said to himself, moving out of the bush and approaching the dead rabbits. He frowned sadly at them, "I'm sorry little rabbit," he said quietly, pulling the arrow out and wiping it off, putting it back in his quiver. He tied the rabbit's legs and attached it to his belt, doing the same with the second rabbit.

He'd caught five rabbits that day, catching one or two then returning home and hanging them and relocating the herd.

It was past midday, Feliciano could tell by the position of the sun. He sighed happily; he had more than enough time to get home, gut the rabbits, and take them to the market before Romano got home.

He hummed happily to himself as he made his way home, singing the occasional word of the song. He frowned slightly as he heard someone approaching him, running towards him.

Hiding as fast as he could, he watched the man pass; a short brunette man with a large bag swung over his back. Feliciano frowned at him as he ran off, taking a few steps after him before stopping and turning to go home, not humming or singing this time.

Their house sat on the edge of the forest, it was an ideal hunting cabin, Feliciano's grandfather had left them it when he'd died. They 'owned' the forest behind it, not officially but only they hunted there, Feliciano wasn't really sure why no one else did, he assumed it was out of respect to their grandfather. He entered the back door and looked around, letting out a sigh as he hung the rabbits on a hook in the small kitchen. He frowned softly at them, he hated killing animals, but it was the only way he could get food and make money. There were other things he could do but Romano insisted that he didn't, he refused to let Feliciano work for anyone or do anything he considered below them.

Feliciano put one of the rabbits on the flimsy wooden table and mentally prepared himself to gut and skin it. Something that always made his stomach turn.

As he picked up the knife the door swung open, and his dark haired brother strolled in. "Oh Feli," he said, seeming surprised, "What the fuck are you doing home? Shouldn't you be out?"

Feliciano shook his head and smiled, sticking the large knife into the table beside the rabbit. "Romano, I already finished hunting, I caught five rabbits today! We will get twentyfive coins from them, I'll cook a feast tonight."

Romano gave a small smile, "Five?" he nodded and sat on one of the wicker chairs, kicking his boots off quickly, "I'm impressed Feliciano, that's the most you've caught this year," he chuckled lightly, "We can watch the execution when we go to sell them."

Feliciano frowned, gasping slightly, "E-execution," he moved round the table, knocking it clumsily with his hip and stumbling a little, "What execution? Why?"

Romano shrugged, picking at his nails, "There was a robbery or something, the man took a bag of stuff and hid it in the forest. They caught him and they're executing him once they find the goods."

Feliciano frowned; that must have been the man he'd passed in the forest. He chewed his lip, something sounded strange about that. He'd seen him only half an hour ago.

"What did he look like?" Feliciano asked softly, cocking his head.

Romano shrugged again, "Uh, he was tall, blond," he frowned, "I don't know I only saw him once."

Feliciano huffed and gasped slightly, that wasn't the man he'd seen, maybe they'd caught the wrong man? He'd hate it if someone was killed wrongly, when he himself knew… "Romano I'm going to town," he said quickly, taking an old coat and heading to the door.

"What?" Romano said, getting to his feet and perusing him to the door, "You're meant to gut the rabbits first what the fuck are you doing?"

Feliciano strode quickly down the road, passing the cow field that separated their house and the hollowed out skyscraper that served as their town, he walked at an almost trot to the centre, and into the town station. There wasn't much of a law around here, but he wasn't going to let an innocent man get hurt where he had a chance to stop it, if anything his grandfather had taught him that.

I hope you liked this chapter I hope to upload one per week(though I have written the next two), please review!