A/N: This is sitting in about half of a notebook, just waiting to find meaning in its life. It was never meant to see human eyes, because of my OC's… I don't like sticking them everywhere, but I couldn't stop writing and now I don't know how the story would exist without them.. I just hope it doesn't like suck or whatever.. More oneshots will come into existence as they pop up and don't fit anywhere, but I really missed writing like a serious story. Don't forget to tell me what you think and I apoligize again for my OC's guys... :]
The monsters were closing in fast. Though DC swung wildly with a bat clutched tightly in her shaking hands, they didn't slow down or stop. No matter how many she knocked down, more took their places, groaning and stumbling through the crumbling walls of the old church she'd taken refuge in. She had somehow been separated from the others and had no idea how long she could last on her own.
A loud crash somewhere nearby made the panicking capital city jump and step back towards the wall behind her. Tears leaked down her cheeks as she faced her mob of attackers.
"Stay away from me.." She managed to choke out, even though she knew the monsters couldn't understand her. With another loud smash, the widow behind her shoulder was broken and the leathery decaying hands of another group of the creatures grabbed at her, pulling on her hair and clothes.
The undead creatures in front of her continued to amble forward, unhindered by her desperate attempts at keeping them away. There was no one to hear her cries for help, and in a last frantic attempt to keep the monsters at bay, she threw her bat at the closest monster, but missed its head. The bat fell harmlessly to the floor with a clatter and the creatures continued their advance.
DC couldn't help but laugh a little through her tears. The zombies, her deepest fear made real by a freak infection and the one thing everyone had always made fun of her for dreading, were now going to be the cause of her death. She was going to be torn apart and eaten by the undead and she wouldn't even have the chance to tell anyone 'I told you so'. The nearest of the creatures, the one who had escaped her bat of course, pulled her wrist forward with a painful jerk. The American capital watched in horror as it opened its disgusting mouth and-
"America!" DC jumped, practically choking herself on the seatbelt that held her tight in the seat of the small car currently cruising down a deserted Canadian highway.
The blonde nation in the driver's seat turned to her, obviously alarmed by the sudden outburst. "Jesus DC! You scared me! Everything okay?"
DC's heart hammered wildly in her chest and she struggled to catch her breath. With wide eyes, she looked into the backseat of the small blue car. There was nothing there but a two backpacks, an ice chest, and a suitcase. She turned back to the front window and chewed on her bottom lip.
"Was it that nightmare again?" America asked, his voice was quieter than it had been before and he peeked over at the terrified girl in the seat beside him. "Did you want to talk about it?"
The American capital forced her shaking hands up to push her bangs out of her eyes. A cold sweat had broken out on her forehead. She let out a breath. "It was the same as it always is.. Except this time they almost got me. They get closer and closer every time I fall asleep.."
The blonde nation sighed. "It's not like they're hard to kill dude.. You gotta overcome your fear of these zomb-"
"Don't even say it." DC cut him off as she pulled a water bottle from the bag at her feet. "And you're one to talk about overcoming fears. I'll take that as 'Yes DC, I am completely over my fear of ghosts'."
"Yeah but that's a legit fear! You can't hit a ghost in the head with a bat and then it goes away! Your fear is just irrational."
"My fear stopped being irrational the second zombies started popping up and you know it." She said matter-of-factly. After a moment of silence, she turned to America. "Well?"
"Well nothing. That was a solid argument." He admitted with a dejected huff.
"That's what I thought.." She managed a shaky laugh before turning to the window. The pair was currently on their way to pick up Canada and Ottawa before heading to help with the growing crisis in Europe.
Yes, it was true. What the world's leaders had taken to calling 'extreme food poisoning' had struck the world. The victims of the supposed 'food poisoning' were infected and in more accurate terms turned into Night of the Living Dead zombies. Though North America had remained relatively unaffected by the strange illness, with only an occasional case here and there, horror stories had floated across both oceans of the disastrous effects the food poisoning was having on the rest of the world. Citizens in nations all over the world were being transformed into mindless flesh eating monsters. Despite the fact that no actual corpses had risen from the dead, zombie was the only term the general public found fit the infected. To help along with the use of this term, the disease was not only transferred through food but through blood or having the unfortunate pleasure of being bitten.
Even worse than the symptoms, doctors had yet to pinpoint where the infection was coming from. No specific food seemed to be the singular source. Not only that, but so far, the disease had been proven incurable and the only way to stop an infected person was to, and as gruesome as it always was, destroy the head of the supposed 'victim of extreme food poisoning'.
DC had known the situation must be worse than of the official's scrambling for answers back home in the White House could ever imagine when she had received a distress call from London. She wouldn't give any details, but apparently the disease was spreading faster than anyone could have ever predicted and it was getting increasingly difficult to keep the quarantine that they had set up safe and secure. The British capital had requested assistance, for everyone's sake. When DC had agreed, she had hurried some information about an emergency meeting and huge a quarantined area in Berlin.
"Italy still isn't answering his phone.." DC commented as she brought her device back into her lap.
"Hm?" America winced a little but DC didn't catch it.
She stared intently at the screen of her phone, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "I've heard back from everyone else.. All the capitals which is a miracle in itself, but not Italy or Rome.. I'm really starting to worry."
"Ah, listen.. About that DC.. Didn't you hear?"
"Hear what?" She looked up and shook her head. "What do you know?"
He let out a breath. "Look.. Oh man.." He started then quickly stopped and he slammed on the brakes.
"What the hell America-" DC started as she recovered from her momentary whiplash. She immediately cut herself off as she looked up and her eyes fell on a small group of the zombie monsters in the middle of the deserted highway they had been cruising along. "Oh my god.."
They were feasting on what looked like the leftovers of what used to be a family. The innocent citizens had seemed to have been pulled from their mini-van which was now crashed in the ditch on the side of the road to become the next meal for the zombies.
"Just think, if we woulda been here just a couple minutes earlier we prolly coulda saved those guys.." America put the car in park and unbuckled his seatbelt. "That's a huge bummer."
DC shook her head and grabbed onto the sleeve of his red sweater. "Don't you even think about going out there! I'm serious America, just leave them-"
"Leave them? But aren't we supposed to be helping eliminate this problem? We can't just leave them, you know that. And besides, that doesn't sound very heroic does it?" He gently removed her hand from his sleeve and smiled.
The brunette capital remained silent, not wanting to admit he was right.
"That's what I thought. Now just sit tight, this'll only take a minute." He mumbled as he dug on the floor behind his seat, searching for the baseball bat he had brought along with him. "Wish me luck!" He opened the car door and after a little salute, jogged off in the direction of the decaying monsters.
Reluctantly, DC nodded. As fast as she could, she pushed down the locks before trying to occupy herself with anything to avoid looking up at the impeding beat down that would be taking place outside of the car. Her eyes fell to her phone as it buzzed and a message from Ottawa popped onto the screen.
"How are you and America? Canada said something about you guys coming up here, but didn't have a lot of details. Something about Berlin?"
Out of habit, immediately after she finished reading the message, she looked up to see what America was doing. She managed to look down fast enough to avoid seeing the bat actually smash the last of the monsters heads open on the street. After taking a few deep breaths and fighting the urge to throw up, her eyes returned to her lap and she refocused on her phone.
"We have definitely been better, but we're totally on our way. I have no idea what's going on in Berlin though dude, but I know London needs our help."
She finished and sent the message, but kept her eyes on her phone. There was still no message from Rome or Italy. A loud knock on the window made her jump violently as her mind began to wander. America met the angry glare she shot him with a sheepish smile and he pointed down at the lock.
"Didn't mean to scare you DC. You need to relax a little bit. The zombies aren't gonna get you as long as I'm around, okay?" He laughed as he tossed the bat back down onto the floor of the back of the car.
"Please just shut up and drive." DC closed her eyes and leaned her head against the window. "My life has become a living nightmare.." She grumbled.
With another laugh, America obliged her request and they continued on their way.
"Did you burn them?"
"Oh crap.." The blonde nation stepped on the breaks and pulled a box of matches out of his pocket. "Just a sec."
Once the monsters were incapacitated, the only way to dispose of the infected corpses was by burning them. This ensured that the infection wouldn't spread any faster than it was already threatening to. Since the disease was so resistant and resilient, this was decided to be the only way and had even become the official procedure for dealing with the monsters.
"You know DC, things are gonna get worse before they get better.." America refastened his seatbelt and continued to drive away from the now burning corpses.
She opened her eyes for a moment to look out the window. The world was certainly falling quickly into a sense of despair, but the night was always darkest just before the sun rises, wasn't that the old saying? She let out a breath that fogged up the glass in front of her nose.
"I won't let you down America, I promise."