AN: Ok, so I haven't written anything in awhile so you'll have to forgive me if it sucks. I've wanted to write a zombie fic for awhile now and my friends have finally encouraged me to write one. So… Here it is. Let me know if there are any errors, constructive criticism is welcomed, but please don't be mean.

Darkness blanketed the once magnificent city of London. A plethora of groans could be heard echoing throughout the area, as could the occasional scream. Smoke from various fires had filled the once pure air. Dark red painted the streets and buildings. Bodies littered every nook and cranny of the city. All the flesh on their bodies had been mostly eaten away, and the parts that lingered had begun to decompose. The dead bodies that weren't lying on the street were up and moving. Looking for new victims, people with hearts that still continued to beat. Moaning and groaning as they limped down the streets and alley ways. Loose flesh that just wouldn't let go hung from their slowly decaying bodies and blood dripped from their mouths. Blankness took precedence in their eyes, if they even had any eyes left to speak of. They were void of feeling, void of any emotions at all. These… Things… These zombies felt no compassion when they sunk their teeth into their next victim. No matter if it was a young child, an elderly person, or anything of the like. All they knew was hunger. The immense hunger that drove them to keep hobbling down the streets, searching for their next meal.

As the zombies continued looking for fresh meat, said meat took any and all precautions to avoid becoming a zombie's next meal. Using the dark as a cover from the undead monsters. Small groups of people here and there were constantly on the run. Survival was the main thing on their mind. Some groups were well prepared and lucky, they were able to evade the undead, and even the living threats sometimes, while there were always those few who were unable to do so. Those who were ill prepared and not able to properly combat the zombie menace. The ones who weren't so lucky were eaten without a second thought. Some even to be reanimated into the very creatures they had once run from. There were two twins, however, that were hell bent on surviving this nightmare and remaining in the 'lucky' category of survivors. Just before the incident had occurred these two had flown in from New York to visit their parents.

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"Ugh, we're finally here!" The American sighed as he stretched his arms over his head, "I feel like we've been on that plane forever!"

"I-It was only seven hours." The Canadian said quietly as he followed his twin out of the airplane, carrying both his and his brother's carryon bags. "I thought you'd be used to long flights by now, Alfred, with all the traveling you do."

"Mattie, no matter how much I travel I will NEVER get used to flights like this. Playing my PSP gets super boring after awhile you know?" The younger of the two just shook his head and continued towards the baggage claim area. After they had successfully spotted and apprehended all their bags (most of which Matthew ended up carrying) they headed to the hotel they would stay at that night. With the flight they had picked they ended up arriving later in the night. Both brothers and their parents had decided it would be best to stay at a hotel the night they arrived and then take a taxi up to the house in the morning. The hotel they had picked was decent, nothing to over the top or amazing but it was nice nonetheless.

The room, the whole hotel rather, was spick and span. Nothing to complain about. Once in the room, Alfred rushed to the bed and dove onto it, laughing as he did so.

"Ah bed, how I have missed you. I wouldn't even think of comparing you to those nasty plane seats." He sighed contently into the down comforter of the hotel bed.

"I wish they had rooms open with two beds…" Matthew grumbled as hit set the bags down on the floor.

"Aw, c'mon Mattie~ We can cuddle together and tell ghost stories like we used to when we were kids!" the American said happily as he flipped over so he was on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm more focused on sleep, it took an hour to get from the airport to the hotel when it only should've taken twenty minutes at most."

A serious look replaced the happy one on Alfred's face. "Yeah, all those police cars were on the road…. I wonder what happened? I think I heard someone shooting a gun…"

Matthew shrugged as he walked over to the bed and flopped down next to his brother. "I 'dunno, all I know is I'm too freaking tired to even change." Alfred laughed lightly.

"Same, I can't even move anymore I'm so tired." He said with a smile. Then the hotel room was filled with silence. Alfred looked over at Matthew and noticed he had fallen asleep. The younger had always been one to fall asleep quickly. Another smile graced the American's face as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his younger brother's forehead. "G'night Mattie." Soon, he too drifted out of consciousness.

Alfred awoke to loud, blood curdling screams. They were coming from everywhere, outside, in the hall ways, everywhere. Alfred was the first to get up. He walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole. There was nothing for a little while then, right before he was about to walk away, a girl ran in front of their door and down the hall, screaming at the top of her lungs. Alfred couldn't understand why she was running, then he saw another figure pass their door and after the girl. It looked to be a middle aged man with chestnut brown hair and an expensive looking suit on. Everything seemed normal about him except for the blood dripping from his mouth and the strange limp he had in his step.

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"ALFRED!" The American jumped, he had thought his brother was still asleep but he turned around and saw him standing out on the balcony, staring down at the street. "Alfred, come over here!" His voice was laced with fear. Without arguing for once in his life, Alfred did as he was told. He slowly made his way over to where his little brother was standing. Hesitantly he looked over the edge. It was a scene of chaos down there. Dead bodies were strewn about the street. People were running in all different directions. Guns were being fired. Stores were being looted. Words couldn't even begin to describe what the twins were currently seeing. Matthew whimpered quietly, on the verge of tears. He clutched at his older brothers' arm as he stared down at the scene before him.

"W-What's going o-AHHH!" A body fell from the sky and right in front of their balcony. It had most likely come from one of the rooms above them. Matthew buried his face in the elders' shoulder and Alfred placed a hand on his heard comfortingly.

"Shh… It's ok, I'm right here." He cooed soothingly, trying not to let the fear show in his voice. Alfred dared to take another look over the balcony. In the minute or so when he hadn't been looking upon the chaotic scene below things had seem to have gotten much worse. A man ran down the street on fire screaming. There was a group of maybe three or four people circled around a body, they appeared to be… Eating it? Two people were chasing after a woman. Her high heel broke which sent her tumbling to the unforgiving pavement. The two people that had been chasing her then swarmed over her body. She was trying to crawl away, to escape, but it was a futile attempt. Alfred had seen enough.

"Mattie, were going back in," he stated as calmly as he possibly could, if he started to freak out he knew that would also affect Matthew so he needed to try and act calm, ", Turn on the news, ok?" He closed the door to the balcony and shut the curtains. Then, he started to head towards the door but Matthew clutched tightly to his arm.

"Don't leave me!" he exclaimed, looking up into his brother's ocean blue eyes, fear was etched out all over his face and tears had begun to well up in his eyes. A small, sad smile found its way onto the American's face. He pulled Matthew into a tight hug, trying his best to calm the younger.

"Don't worry Mattie… I would never leave you alone ever; I'm just going to look out the peep hole again quickly. I'm not going to leave. I promise." Matthew sniffed once before nodding his head in understanding then he went to turn on the TV. Alfred slowly made his way, once more, to the door. Hesitantly, he brought one eye up to the little glass hole in the door only to see another face that was covered in blood staring back at him. He quickly put his hands over his mouth in order to prevent himself from screaming. The person wasn't there for much longer though. A scream could be heard a little ways down the hall and both Alfred and the person outside seemed to hear it. It slowly moved away from the door and down the hall. A sigh of relief slipped out of the American's lips once the person was gone.

"A-Al… I found the channel." Matthew murmured. Alfred turned around to face his little brother who was staring intently at the TV. He clutched tightly to the black TV remote and was visibly shaking. The American walked over to him and wrapped an arm comfortingly around him as he watched the news cast on TV.

"… not sure how far its spread. We must inform everyone to stay indoors. Do not travel outside for any reason. If you come in contact with the infected, the most efficient method of termination would be decapitating them or destroying their brain. I repeat decapitation or destroying their brain! Do no- Hey, what's going on? Wait, wha-? AHHH-!"

Then the broadcast cut off and switched to a rainbow screen which read: We're sorry, but this broadcast is no longer available. The two were silent for a little while, both taking in what the man had said before the transmission was lost.

"Apparently it's some sort of… Disease… That's all I got though, I-I'm not really sure what's going on besides that…" Matthew whispered, then a look of pure horror came across the young Canadian's face, "ALFRED! MOM AND DAD! DO YOU THINK THEY'RE OK?" Alfred couldn't answer that one. Even he didn't know. He wanted nothing more than to put not only his brother's mind at ease, but his own as well. But he couldn't…

"I don't know Ma-"

"WE HAVE TO GO FIND THEM!" Matthew rushed towards the door but Alfred restrained him before he could get very far. "What are you doing? Alfred, we have to find them!" He struggled to get free of his brother's grasp but the American just held tighter.

"Matthew, listen!" Alfred exclaimed, trying to hold his brother still, "We will go find them, but first we need to make a plan and gather a few things! We can't just rush out there with things like they are now!" Matthew stopped struggling and slumped in defeat. He cried softly and Alfred felt a pang of guilt surge through his body.

"Listen, I'm sure they're fine. Mom and Dad are tough, they can handle themselves. Besides, I'm sure Dad'll fend off the crazies with his cooking." He forced a chuckle; he had to cheer Matthew up, at least a little. Matthew sniffled and rubbed the tears from his eyes before he turned to face his brother.

"Y-You're right, I'm sorry… What do we need to do before we go?"

"Bring anything you think you might need, don't bring anything that would be deemed as unnecessary, put it in your backpack." He pointed at his American flag printed backpack and his brother's Canadian flag printed one, "Also, find something that could be used as a weapon. I would like to avoid fighting as much as we can but we may need to at some point." Matthew nodded and immediately started looking through his belongs to find items they might need later, Alfred did the same. Not finding much in his bags but a couple candy bars and two bottles of water (because Matthew had refused to let him buy coke at the air port), Alfred began to search around the hotel room for other items or weapons. Canada had found a small first aid kit and a camera but that was all, he couldn't believe how little they had, they didn't even need two back packs. Then he came upon Kumajiro, the cute little stuffed polar bear he had received from his dad when he was seven.

No matter where he had gone he had always made sure to bring Kumajiro along with him. He always comforted him when he was scared and when his brother wasn't there to comfort him. He clutched the bear tightly. Matthew wanted to wake up. Wanted to be free of this nightmare. People were dying all around and then getting up and eating each other. This couldn't be real. Soon, he knew he'd wake up snuggled close to Alfred in their hotel bed.

"Hey… Alfred… Can I bring Kuma with?" Matthew asked quietly, turning his head towards the elder. Alfred looked over at Matthew and smiled softly at him.

"Yeah, of course Mattie. He's important to you." Matthew smiled back at him and held Kumajiro tighter.

"Oh, did you find anything?"

Alfred sighed. "No, not really. I figured the hotel wouldn't mind at this point so I broke off two legs of an end table. Not much of a variety in here. We should maybe grab what we can from the bathroom too, just in case." Matthew nodded and headed into the bathroom with the backpack and Kumajiro in hand. A few minutes later he returned.

"You ready?" he asked quietly. Alfred nodded.

"As I'll ever be I suppose." The two made their way over to the door. Matthew looked out the peep hole to check for possible threats.

"We're good to go." He said, looking at Alfred.

"Ok, I'm going to open the door on three… One… Two… Three!"