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"We interrupt the scheduled program for an emergency news announcement..."

America blinked. He fumbled for his remote in order to desperately turn up his volume. The only time when his country gave urgent news announcements were when things were bad. Like 'Russia-is-going-to-nuke-us' bad.

However, this was much worse. The large digital headline stood at the top of Alfred's wide screen. The white, capitalized letters popped out from the red banner. The CNN news anchor shuffled nervously through his words. It was obvious he was trying hard not to lose his professional demeanor.

"...it seems as if a 'zombie' infestation has started up within parts of England and Norway..."

He paused, obviously not liking his word choice. Alfred didn't like it either.

"Take a look at this live footage streaming from BBC World."

The small video screen resting in the corner of the newsroom expanded so that it covered America's television. The English woman on the other line looked tense.

"Hello. I'm here in London, England, where, apparently there have been numerous sightings of 'living corpses."

...What was she talking about? The news lady paused, looking as if she didn't know either.

"English officials are trying to get to the bottom of this myst-"

She jumped. So did Alfred. A scream cut through England's night sky. From what he saw, a group of policemen stood around a field of dead bodies. A few of them were wrapped up in body bags. The ones that weren't were blood soaked and chunks of meat loosely hung from their limbs; some had large hole were meat used to be.

But that wasn't the cause of the scream. One of the corpses stood up and chewed on the flesh of an unfortunate Englishman. Everyone in the group fumbled for their guns, and soon America's surround sound system filled the house with gunshots. Alfred's home phones and cellphone went haywire with calls, and his computer beeped loudly, indicating that he was receiving hundreds of new IMs and e-mails.

However, he ignored these calls. One policeman yelled for the news lady and the camera man to get away. But as the BBC World crew retreated, the faithful camera man kept his lens on the action.

The camera was shaky, but he saw more and more of the dead bodies rising to their feet. America saw one policeman off to the corner of the screen. A mob of those monsters ripped the poor guy limb from limb and helped themselves to his body. It was blurry, but the look on that guy's face was inscribed into America's mind.

That was enough. Alfred bent over, pressing a palm against his lips. He wasn't sure if he was going to vomit or not, but he brought his watery eyes back upon the screen. It seemed as if the broadcasters were debating whether to cancel the footage or not, because the camera flickered on and off constantly. Alfred's phones were still going at it, same with his computer. He gasped.

The television now showed footage of the reaction of the American people. From the large television at Times Square, all the way to a group of people in Alaska, the scenes were narrated by the CNN news anchor who introduced the broadcast.

"Oh... O-Oh my god... what the hell is going on...?"

Everyone was silent. Now a murmur of voices whispered through the crowd. Now an uproar. People everywhere were panicking including Alfred F. Jones.

Norway couldn't believe this

He did this.

He was completely responsible for this.

Despite the fact that Arthur had a helping hand in this, the Norwegian male couldn't help but panic. Then again, he had raised the dead, something that was strictly forbidden. Because of this, his once beautiful nation was now a blood-soaked wasteland filled to the brim with high octane nightmare fuel. He hated himself. He hated it all. Nothing he had ever done before could even compare to how badly he had fucked up this time. He was losing it. The usually calm and collected Norwegian was losing it. He knew it was only a matter of time before the zombies reached the rest of Scandinavia...and worse, his younger brother's land. He knew it was going to happen eventually. This kind of thing was what happened when you fucked with death.

Why?

Why did he go through with this? Why didn't Arthur try to talk him out of this? Why did he go along with it? These questions tormented the Norwegian more than the fact that his population was almost completely made up of corpses now did. He would give anything to take it back; anything. Sadly, however, he knew that was not possible.\

England slammed a book shut on his desk. "DAMMIT!" He had been watching the news. The news didn't need to tell him that he had done something stupid, though. He should have known something like this would happen. Now his whole country was being attacked by those damned zombies. And it was all his own fault. "Damn..." He buried his head in his hands, unsure of what to felt terrible. He was responsible for this. Though Norway had helped, he had been the one to come up with the idea, and had even talked Norway into helping him.

Why?

Why had he let the Norwegian help? Why did he allow Norway to have some of the fault? Why didn't he just leave the Norwegian out of this? If he had, Norway probably wouldn't receive any blame. If he could, England would gladly take all the blame. He was the one who set it all up, after all. It was his fault for screwing around with magic. He should have known better. He had plenty of experience, while Norway hardly had any at all.

Arthur wished he could take it all back. But sadly, it was too late for that.