Very funny story about how this began. I was on Omegle, looking for chatting. And I ran across a room where the person had an idea that there was a PruCan zombie apocalypse. We decided to stay in touch and continued to role play, and I thought that we should totally make a fan fiction of this~. So here it is. :3
the beginning
Matthew clutched the hockey stick close to his chest, looking contently out the windows. The zombies roamed around the streets, dumbstruck. The outbreak had started a couple days ago, and Matthew had not yet seen any sign of his parents or Alfred.
Matthew looked at the stuffed bear on the couch and smiled. "Don't worry, Kuma. We'll be safe in here." However, even Matthew wasn't sure about that himself… He stared out the windows in disgust. The creatures were hideous; Most of their bodies rotted into a rust like complexion, they dragged their half-lame bodies, each in search of a meal. Matthew sighed and sat on the couch, continuing to clutch the hockey stick close to his chest.
"I'm sure we'll be fine…"
Gilbert hid in the bush, panting and trying to stay silent. He had taken refuge here for more than thirty minutes, watching the boarded windows and doors. There had to be someone inside the house. He huffed and decided that now would be a good time to try to get in the shelter.
He quickly got up and ran to the back, climbing up the porch railing to the barricaded door. He knocked on it, whistling in an attempt to ensure that whoever was in there that he was a survivor. "I'm alive out here…." He whispered, hoping to get more attention.
Matthew flinched and immediately got up, staring at the door. There were incoherent whispers and whistles, but Matthew couldn't tell if it was actually a person or just a zombie that had figured out a strategy to get an easy meal.
A zombie lifted its head, its half dissolved brain dripping down its exposed skull. It saw the figure on the porch and groaned a little, smelling the fresh flesh that was attached to the man. It tilted its head to the side and decided whether he was another zombie, or food. The decision wasn't that hard to make.
Food.
Gilbert looked at the zombie behind him and pounded more frantically on the door, raising his voice slightly. "C'mon! I'm a survivor, let me in!" he shouted.
The zombie lifted itself off the ground, slowly making its way to the porch, smelling the air. It groaned loudly, reaching towards the porch step, pulling itself up ever so slowly.
Gilbert quickly reached in his belt, pulling out his gun and cocking it, then pointing his weapon and the creature's head.
"Not today, bitch." He growled, pulling the trigger and watching the bullet fly through the zombie's skull. The monster fell to the ground, dead. Gilbert sighed, he really didn't want to waste a bullet, but it seemed he didn't have much of a choice at this point.
The yelling and banging on the door had made the other creatures question, but not enough that they would waste much of their energy trying to see what happened. The gunshot however, was another story. That ensured them that there must have been a living person in the area.
They began making their way towards the noise, at least fifty of them.
Gilbert noticed that he was slowly being surrounded as a few of the creatures dragged themselves to the back of the house. He frantically pounded on the door and shouted to whoever was in the house. "Let me in! There aren't any zombies out here yet! Just let me in, dammit!"
Matthew quickly unlocked the barricade, throwing his hockey stick to the floor and opening the door slightly, where the German immediately let himself in, panting a little. "Thanks, kid…," he murmured as the Canadian worked on placing the collection of chairs and tables back against the entrance.
Matthew smiled a little. "I couldn't just leave you out there… Do you have any supplies with you?" he asked quietly, motioning towards the backpack that was slung across his shoulder.
"Ja," Gilbert replied. "Ammo, canned food, water bottles." He thought for a moment, scratching his chin. "I think that's it." He grinned and stuck his hand out. "The name's Gilbert Beilschmidt. Who do I have the fine pleasure of addressing myself to?"
Matthew hesitantly took the hand in front of him, shaking it slightly before pulling away. "It's nice to meet you, Gilbert. My name is Matthew Williams…"
"Pleasure's all mine." He grinned, letting the heavy backpack slip from his shoulders and sighed in relief; the Canadian taking it and setting in on the counter. He searched through it, murmuring to himself.
"Are you here alone?" Gilbert asked after a few minutes when he was done looking through his backpack.
"Yes.." Matthew replied, staring at the ground, his voice quiet. "My parents were at work when the outbreak started and my brother, Alfred, was at a party." Matthew bit at his nails.
"I hope they're alright…"
"I'm sure they are fine, Mattie." Gilbert grinned, reaching a hand out and patting Matthew's shoulder lightly. "Don't worry about it."
Matthew blushed lightly at the Prussian's touch and backed away a little. "What about you…? Do you have any company?" Matthew honestly didn't want to have another heart attack. Gilbert arriving here made him startled enough.
Gilbert frowned slightly, scratching the back of his head. "Nien, my house was invaded while my brother was out at a bar. Zombies were everywhere! Heh … I wish he would've just stayed home for one night instead of going to that stupid place. That's all he ever does these days…"
Matthew gulped and looked at the floor. "Sounds horrible…" he murmured, scratching the back of his head. "I hope he's okay…"
Gilbert smiled a bit, patting him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Mattie! I'm sure they're all fine! Have some faith!" Gilbert dug in his pocket, pulling out a small picture of his brother and a lighter. "I, for one, don't need to worry…" he murmured, beginning to burn it.
"H-hey don't burn it…!" Matthew yelled. "You just said you think they're all fine…! Don't go around burning things…!"
Gilbert looked at him for at him for a second and flicked the lighter off. Half of the picture was already burned. "I'm almost positive he's already gone, Mattie." He said, ripping the picture in half and shoving it and the lighter in his pocket. "That's why I shouldn't worry."
"Y-you have every right to worry…!" Matthew said. "Why are you so sure that he's dead…? You've got to have some tiny bit of hope that he's alive, don't you…?"
Gilbert sighed and sat at the table, leaving Matthew's question unanswered.
Matthew sat at the table beside him, looking down at his lap. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to spazz out on you like that. I just… I'm really sorry… I know this is hard on you…"
Gilbert smirked and shook his head. "There's really no need to apologize."
"I-I'm sorry…" then he blushed. "I mean…! N-no, I'm so – N-never mind…"
Gilbert only smiled more at his innocence.
Matthew cleared his throat some. "T-tell me more about your brother…" he said softly, hoping to make him changed the subject, if only a little bad.
"Ludwig is his name." he murmured, resting his head on his arm. "It's not very important; we were just very close for brothers." He mumbled. "Tell me more about your family. Perhaps your parents?"
"Ah… My dad is a CEO at a company in the middle of the city and my mother is his assistant." He said, smiling a little and looking in his lap. "My brother's name is Alfred. He's my age… Unfortunately, like I said before, I was home alone when the outbreak started. Everyone else was gone…"
"Ah, I see...~" Gilbert smiled and stared at Matthew for a moment. Violet eyes, red tinted cheeks, beautiful blond hair with a single stray curl. He was perfect. In Gilbert's eyes, at least. Little did he know, he was creating a large awkward silence. He was known for doing things like that, he was just never really aware of it. "You're beautiful…" he murmured and smirked, hoping to get a reaction out of the boy.
And he of course, got a huge reaction. Matthew shot up quickly, falling back and banging his head on the floor – hard. Gilbert responded immediately, getting up out of his chair and helping the boy up, hugging him close. "You alright, Mattie…?"
Matthew blushed and pulled away. "Y-Yes, I'm fine…" he stammered, looking at the floor and rubbing where he had hit his head. "A-as for sleeping, I have a guest room upstairs you could sleep in…"
"We should sleep in the same room." Gilbert said with a wicked grin on his face. "You know. Safety reasons and all that junk." Gilbert said with a chuckle, still grinning at the boy.
"Ah, yes…" Matthew murmured, continuing to look away. "S-safety first…"
Matthew had led Gilbert upstairs into the guest room. It was a plain room with white walls and a white carpet, a single barricaded window and a bed, obviously only meant for one person. The rest of the room had no furniture what so ever.
"One of us should sleep while the other stands guard. Just in case something was to happen with the undead or something… Or a news flash. We'd need to stay awake for that. At least one of us would…" Matthew said quietly.
"Alright," Gilbert sighed. "I'll stay awake, you go to sleep and I'll wake you up in a few hours."
Matthew nodded, laying on the bed and looking at him for a moment. "You promise you'll wake me up…?" he murmured, taking his glasses off and setting them on the floor.
Gilbert winked and grinned. "I promise, Mattie."
"Alright…" Matthew said as he yawned, snuggling into the pillow and falling asleep peacefully, knowing that someone was there to protect him, even if he was a complete stranger, Matthew felt that he could trust him somehow…
Gilbert watched the boy sleep for a while. He looked peaceful. His fingers tangled into the sheets, his hair messily clung to his forehead. Half his body was uncovered, the blankets only covering his legs.
Matthew suddenly began to toss and turn, whimpering, his face contorted with depression and sadness. He was having a nightmare about his brother – Alfred. He whined softly, his fingers tangling into the sheets and gripping them tightly, holding onto them for dear life.
Gilbert bit his lip, deciding whether or not to wake him up. He decided against it, Matthew needed his sleep, even if it was a nightmare. He needed all the rest he needed in case something would have happened. Wouldn't want to be tired while trying to fire a gun, would we?
Matthew's struggles began more rapid and panicked, crying out every so often, though the cries, whimpers, and mumbles were incoherent, sounding like switches between French and English. That's it. Gilbert got up and lay down beside Matthew, snuggling him close and stroking the back of his head, very careful not to wake up. Matthew didn't protest, but snuggled into him, clutching the front of his shirt and trembling.
"Shh…" Gilbert comforted, stroking the back of Matthew's head and murmuring into his ear. "See? You're alright… Go to sleep now, Mattie…"
He hummed quietly for a while and Matthew stopped squirming and whining eventually. Gilbert's eyelids were heavy but he never fell asleep.
After a few hours, Gilbert turned his head and looked out the tiny crack in the window. It was bright, so it must have been morning. He yawned a little and stretched, stirring Matthew awake.
Matthew yawned and felt a body pressed against his own. It must be Alfred. He remembered watching a horrible zombie movie. Alfred must have snuck in in the middle of the night and went to bed with him, too scared and alert to sleep by himself. "Get off of me…" Matthew grumbled, pushing the body away a little.
"Oh, sorry Mattie." Gilbert grinned, scooting away slightly and running a hand through Matthew's hair.
Matthew yelped and pressed himself against the wall, panting and clutching the covers around him, squinting at the stranger.
"Woah, woah." Gilbert sat up a little. "S'just me, Mattie. Calm down."
Matthew sighed in relief. "O-oh… I forgot about yesterday and thought you were Alfred." Matthew scratched the back of his head. "Sorry about that… I didn't mean it…"
"S'fine, Mattie." Gilbert said, smirking and laying back on the bed.
Matthew looked over at the window and noticed it was morning. "…Did you wake me up at all like you promised…?"
"No…" Gilbert said slyly, looking away a bit. "You were so peaceful! It'd be a sin to disturb something like that!"
"Gilbert…! You promised you would! Now you're going to be sleepy for the rest of the day…!" Matthew complained, giving him a look of disapproval. "Don't do that, alright…?"
Gilbert put his hands so they were level with his head, exposing himself to Matthew. "You can punish me." Gilbert whimpered softly, moving his head to the side and squeezing his eyes shut. "My body is ready."
Matthew blushed a little at how wrong that sounded. He smacked Gilbert's chest lightly and looked away, his cheeks tinted lightly with red. "D-don't say or do things like that, Gilbert…"
Gilbert flinched at the contact, then grinned a little. "You blush a lot, don't you…?"
Matthew blushed a bit more and sat on Gilbert that didn't look perverted in any way at all… I swear… "S-shut up…" he instructed, smacking Gilbert's forehead lightly. "You're going to be the one sleeping first tonight, okay…?"
"Whatever, Mattie~." Gilbert smiled again.
But, everyone has to get back to reality sometime. The television suddenly turned on, a surprise news flash covering the screen. "In a couple weeks, the Navy is going to be dropping nuclear bombs in cities with the highest Zombie ratio. We highly suggest that everyone gets out of the house and drives to Oregon, where a safe zone awaits. There will be planes taking off to different countries that aren't infected. However, if you choose not to go, it is highly unlikely that you will survive this outbreak."
BUMBUMBUMMM! Aight. Chapter one is finished! Tell me what you guys think of it so far~~.
