Chapter 2-

"Run..Run Lovi. I want you to hide," A thick Spanish accent encouraged the Italian boy to get low and hide beneath a bed while the Spaniard fought off the horde of vicious creatures outside his house. Antonio had managed to beat them to the door, but they were eagerly trying to claw their way in. Pressed up against the door, the Spaniard growled as he attempted to keep them on the other side of the wooden board, not daring to give up so easily. He wouldn't let them win.

For once, Lovi listened and strayed away from the taller man, hurrying over to the bed and leaning over, searching for the bat he knew was hidden under there. Once he found the item, he crawled out and dashed back to where the tanned man was holding his own against the creatures outside. So...In actuality, Lovino wasn't really listening to him at all, but when did he ever, really? He didn't want to run and hide. He wanted to help protect the other, although, he would never actually admit that...

"Lovi...Por favor, run.." The Spaniard begged, a whine leaving his lips, but Lovi only shook his head.

"Stupido. Shut'a up." A long silence passed through the air before the sound of the lock on the door clicked, telling everyone in the room that Toni had managed to block off the mob. They were safe for the moment.

Dashing back towards the bedroom, Toni dragged Lovi with him, eagerly searching his room for a weapon.

"Find'a gun." Lovino told him, knowing damn well the Spaniard had one. He also knew that Toni didn't like to use it.

"No, that's too dangerous...Mucho demasiado peligroso." Lovino only rolled his eyes and threw open the Spaniard's dresser drawers, sifting through his personal items until he found the handgun, giving the bat off to Toni.

"You give me the gun, Lovi. I don't want you to get hurt." Antonio demanded, trying to tug the gun out of his hands, only getting swatted away.

"I'a know how to use a gun, idiota." Toni winced as Lovi switched off the safety, checking the clip to make sure he had ammunition.

"What if you get hurt, Lovi?" The man couldn't help but show concern for the boy he had taken care of all his life. Lovi merely shrugged. It was safer to have a gun by their side.

Hearing the door crack under the pressure of all the bodies forced up on it, Lovi aimed the gun into the hallway, but Toni grabbed his free hand instead and tugged him back into the bedroom, closing the door.

"Lovi, por favor, put that thing on safety." Lifting up the window, Antonio calculated the probability that they would be okay...The odds weren't in their favor. Tugging the younger boy out of the house, he carefully went around corners, his bat raised. He would not allow his Lovinito to get injured. The boy already looked as though he was ready to pass out.

Backing up into a small corner between a fence and a house, Toni felt his back hit something that staggered back with him, fear striking his body as a groan filled the air. Spinning around, he shoved Lovi back in an attempt to protect him, raising the bat above his head. The single undead creature reached his arms out, bones cracking and breaking as he did so, lunging towards Antonio.

Panicking at the mere fact he couldn't move as fast as the zombie, he stepped back and pressed the end of the bat into his gut, keeping it back as he thought up a plan.

Lovi took the initiative, though, and bashed the gun into the undead's head, a long growl leaving its lips as it flew backwards onto the ground. Grabbing Antonio's hand protectively, he pulled him the other way, his hands shaking.

Antonio staggered behind him, heart racing, unhappy that Lovino had put himself out there like that; in the way of danger.

"Lovi..." Toni said comfortingly, but also sternly, pulling him to a stop when they were safely in an abandoned house on the side of the road. They couldn't really stop anywhere else...He just hoped it would give the two of them time to think and talk for a little while before anymore stupid mistakes were made. He couldn't lose Lovi. He just couldn't...

"Don't be stupid..." He said roughly, grabbing ahold of the small boy's shoulders.

Lovino opened his mouth to speak, to defend his actions, but as soon as he did, there was a loud bang on the door and no other way to escape. No windows...No other doors.

And then the door broke.