AN: I would like to thank you for those who left their reviews, followed, and made it a favorite. :3 Thank you for pointing out some corrections and I promise I will fix it. Hopefully you'll find my zombie apocalypse story interesting and different as others, even if it's been inspired by WWZ and multiple of other zombie themed things…

I also don't own How to Train Your Dragon


Chapter 2:

The time we run for our lives


She had just gotten into her car and quickly started the engines. She wasn't quite convinced she was safe so she had backed up real quick. She didn't know who they were, but she couldn't stomach what they did. Flashes of Officer Pryce's dead eyes boring into her sapphire orbs haunted her. The wretched scent was still stuck in her nose, and she could still feel the bile forcing its way up her throat. She drove out of Raven point as fast as she could before she dialed a phone number. "Sheriff I've found Officer Pryce-"

"Officer Hofferson get down to town immediately, a cause of panic had arrived and we need you and all units down there immediately! Citizens have been attacked!"

"Roger that!" she stated and swerved the car to avoid passerby's. Her knuckles were turning white as she held onto dear life on the steering wheel, the siren wailing as she drove faster towards town. She heard the radio go on and relay some information and she sped up as soon as she heard the word 'zombie'. She didn't think she'd live enough to be a part of it, but hopefully she'd die human still. "Where are they coming from?" she mumbled under her breath as she saw the town coming into view.

She quickly hit the brakes as a number of people came in front of her. Most of them were screaming and yelling for help while running. She got out of the car and readied a shotgun she had lying underneath her seat as she prepared to fire. The other black and white's arrived and made a barricade from the stampeding people. Some of them even brushed against her roughly and almost ran her down, fortunately she bumped into the car, and until she saw some people like the ones she saw by Raven point. She looked behind her and saw the panicked people running to different directions. Her attention was quickly gained by the megaphone someone had taken out…

"This is the police and we order you to stand down. I repeat stand down!" the sheriff had stated, but the people looked like they didn't hear him, "I repeat stand down!" but still they kept going, they nodded to each other as one of them fired a warning shot near one of them. The people behind them shrieked all the more, but still they kept going towards them. She knows this isn't a normal reaction, either they're that prepared to die or were sort of dead. Hearing and remembering the word zombie had already sent shivers through her spine and she wanted to get away, but she must hold her ground. The sheriff stared at them for a moment, and everyone had been waiting for something to happen, when something had grabbed her from behind…

"Hofferson!" she hears one of the officers cry out and she knocks him away with the shotgun. She sends her attacker a swift kick to the head and almost hurls again as she feel a sickening crunch at the contact. But he kept coming at her with this daze look as if she was something he wanted to eat. In this case, she probably was. Her survival instincts kicked in and she fired at him, and all hell broke loose. The zombies started to run towards them with incredible speed, until some of them had been attacked. She yelped as one of the lunged at her once more, she fired as quick as she could, and so did the others as well, but soon enough they had run out of bullets…

"Shit!" she hissed and slammed the barrel to another incoming. She got in the car and checked the hatch and grabbed a pistol, checking for the bullets, she cocked them into place before getting back out and shot others as well. They kept coming and the other officers had escaped and got into their cars as they drove for the hospital.

"That thing just bit me!" one of them radioed in and she heard a yelp and saw that the sheriff was bitten at his hand. She quickly aimed for its head and it blew to bits. The sheriff stared up at her dazed and she quickly draped one of his arms around her…

"Hofferson," he muttered, "Thanks."

"No problem." She seated him in the passenger seat before getting in as well. They buckled up and she turned around, headed for the hospital as well, "We need to get you some medical attention." She said and he nodded, "Besides, you don't feel like turning me into some munchies right?" he chuckled and shook his head…

"No, just a bit sick, it's like they drained the life out of me or something." He coughed out, some blood splattering on the dashboard, "Sorry." He mumbled and she let out a sigh…

"It's okay John." She looked at the bite mark he's had and she feels a bit scared in the closed space. In movies, they turn almost immediately, but he still hasn't. Maybe it wasn't true that bites were infective. "How are you feeling now?"

"Still the same, still human, and I feel like vomiting." He joked and she gave him a tight smile. Some blood from all the chaos has splattered to her as well, but she could worry about being clean from whatever they were carrying once she got him into the hospital and was treated. They soon arrived and she rushed him to one of the nurses who immediately took the sheriff from her. She let out a relieved sigh before the other nurses came and tended to her.

When she was all patched up and well, she decided to go and visit her sheriff. He was lying down on the bed, his neck with a very clear discoloration from where he had been bitten. She winced at the sight of the brown-purple skin. "How's it going sheriff?" she asked and he shrugged his shoulders, feeling somewhat stiff, especially the arm…

"Still alive and human, come closer." He said and she did, taking a seat beside him. He reached out to her and cupped her cheek with his mobile hand, "You're fine?" he asked and she nodded, "The others?"

"They've been patched up, and those that survived are being admitted right now. Some are still by the station, getting medical attention there." He nodded before coughing, facing away from her, "You'll be fine John." She said as she leaned into his touch…

"I've been too much of a sheriff lately haven't I?" he asked smiling at her and she chuckled. "I promise I'll make it up to you." He whispered. And she smirked at him…

"As soon as you get better," she said, "I'll check up on you later though okay?" she said and he nodded. She let out a sigh before leaving him in the hospital. She got into the car once more and went home. As soon as she got there she immediately discarded her clothes and set them up on fire in her metal trash can. She watched as it turned to ashes before she went back inside and took a shower once more. Her stomach growled, and she remembers she skipped breakfast. She got out and put on some fresh and clean clothes before heading to the kitchen to eat.

She scrolled down her phone and realized it was almost out before she got up and charged it. She checked the surroundings once more before going up the attic to check on some more of her spare guns. She grabbed onto a few pistols and checked on the ammunitions. She kept one near her and the rest on convenient places so she'd have a spare wherever she was. She quickly stocked up a few supplies in a travel bag along with a medical kit and spare clothes. It was better safe than sorry. She took out the hidden Swiss knife and tucked them in her boot. She buckled the police duty belt on her hip before turning on the television.

She turned to the news channel and listened in. Seems like a few of the airplanes had crashed into somewhere and they were carrying some bodies for some research. It was the suspected source of where these Ebola zombies were coming from, but they weren't so sure. Another news shifted over to some lab where there was an outbreak and killed a few people while some had survived. She leaned back and stared at the frame beside her. It was a picture of her and John, happily posing for the camera.

She remembers that day; they had just celebrated their twelfth month-sary, in other words their first anniversary. The past few weeks had been hectic that they spent a lot less time with each other and more on work that they basically forgot about their relationship. She shook her head and drank the energy drink she had stacked up in the fridge as she listened to the news, not really realizing she was drifting off to sleep.


Stephen had done what his cousin has ordered him to, and he was geared up like he was ready for war. He as fully loaded and so were his two companions. They've been bringing people into his house, but their task was far from over. He heard a crying somewhere inside a house and he busted the door open. He pointed his gun left and right before going in. Tomas and Catherine brought up his blind sides as they guarded for anything zombie incoming. He reached the kitchen and saw a little boy huddled in the corner, terrified, "Hey," he called out, "It's safe now kid, we're not gonna eat you or anything." He looked at the wrist and saw a clear bite wound, he winced at the sight…

Catherine came up beside him and saw the little boy, immediately going to him, "No don't-" but his worries died down as the little boy sniffed and hugged her, "He's been bitten." He pointed out and she looked down, the boy sniffed and coughed out…

"He's not turning." She pointed out, "It may not even be transmitted like that."

"I beg to differ," Tomas countered, "They say it can be spread through direct fluidic contact, and that includes bites." He added, but one look from the crying boy made him wish it wasn't true. "But he's still human, how long have you been bitten?" he asked and the kid paused to think…

"About an hour now?" he asked, the wound was slowly turning to brown-purple, and was starting to clot, "My body hurts, please don't kill me." He pleaded, tears flowing down. Stephen let out a sigh and kneeled before him…

"What's your name kid?" he asked and he sniffed…

"Gustav." He answered, "Are you going to kill me?" he sniffed again and Catherine gave him a pointed look. He let out a sigh and turned to Tomas who just shrugged his shoulders. His cousin told him to help people out here and look for survivors; well he's looking at the kid and knows he's human. He shook his head before ruffling his hair…

"Nah, you're puny and bitten but no," he said, "Let's go everybody, we've got to get back to the house." Stephen picked up the boy as he handed Tomas his gun. They carefully made their way to their transportation until they reached his house and locked the door. The others who were inside had gotten the boy and immediately tended to him. Stephen let out a sigh of relief and slid down to the floor in exhaustion. The sun was beginning to set already, he noticed. "You guys check on everyone and make sure we're safely barricaded." He told them and both Tomas and Catherine nodded…

"The kid's got a high fever." Muttered one of the women they'd rescue, "We need to get him to a hospital."

"How do we know they could help? It's like 5 kilometers away and the government said to stay indoors." Argued one of them…

"Look if we don't he'll die!"

"At least there's one less person to worry about!" everyone else started to yell and argue. Stephen held his hands over his ears, attempting to shut them out. He needed guidance; he wanted his commander to tell him what to do. He wants his high school teachers scolding him; he wants his cousin shouting at him for something he's supposed to be doing…

"Everyone shut up!" Catherine yelled, "I'm sick of all the shitty excuses and stuck up attitudes you all have like you know better than anyone, but you don't! No one does, so do us all a favor and shut the fuck up!?" she exclaimed and everyone did. She let out a sigh of relief before going upstairs to check on the little boy. His fever had come up and was now at the rising temperature to a hundred degrees Celsius. She placed a damp cloth on his forehead and unwrapped the bandage on his wound and replaced it with a new one…

"Mommy…" he muttered, "No mommy don't kill me…" he kept saying and she hushed him and got out of the room, leaving it open in case anything happens. She got back down the stairs and saw that everything was secure and nothing could get in. they were all eating their part already and she sat down between Stephen and Tomas…

"His condition's getting worse." She said, "I don't think he's going to make it." they both sighed and she leaned against Tomas who wrapped his arm around her. Stephen let out a sigh before pulling out his phone and began to dial a number. It rang a few times before his cousin picked up…

"Hey Hiccup," he greeted, sounding awfully tired, "Yeah I'm fine… no there's nothing so far… nothing just the same old shit they've been sputtering since the morning… there's a few I've found and now a kid's sick… I don't think he's going to make it… its getting dark Hiccup… I'm not going to go to the hospital this late… maybe they're worse at night! Whatever bye." And he hung up before letting out a sigh. He stood up and brushed off some dust from his clothes, "Let's get this show on the road." He said and everyone eyed him incredulously…

"Wait you mean get out?!" one of them asked and he nodded…

"But we just barricaded the entrances and exits!"

"Yeah and it's getting dark!" and all types of excuses were made. Stephen tried to keep calm but he's had enough. He had risked his life for these people and now he was almost wishing he hadn't. It was a bad thing to think about but he couldn't help it. They were a bunch of whiners and complained at everything he's been saying to them. He chuckled humorously to himself; this must be how his superiors feel about him. And now, he was having a taste of his own medicine…

Suddenly the hear footsteps upstairs, and immediately they stopped arguing and saw the little boy coming down the stairs. His head hung low as he walked down sleepily on the stairs. The woman that tended to him came up beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder when he grabbed onto it suddenly and bit a finger off. She screamed as did the others and they began to open the barricaded doors. The zombie-turned kid soon realized he had many choices on his plate decided it was time to take a bite out of everything. He came up to the next one close to him and they screamed and begged to be helped. Those who were kind enough to help restrained the kid but he soon bit then and started to gnaw on their flesh…

Stephen kept his gaze on the kid as he gnawed on the other survivors…

No, this wasn't a kid anymore, and soon enough, he'd start infecting the other people. He took in a sharp breath and as the door finally sprung open as they piled out his house panicking, he pulled the trigger. And the shot rang throughout the neighborhood. Stephen breathed in heavily. He had just shot a kid. He had shot a kid! "Stephen!" Tomas yelled as he saw more of the zombies were coming up at them by the gunshot, "Stephen snap out of it!" he yelled and Stephen finally looked his way, "We need you to keep your focus okay?" he said and Stephen nodded, fully understanding, "Now, what do we do?"


Felix had miraculously gotten to his home and immediately packed up all his research and his precious dog to his car. He didn't have anything else useful to ward off things like he saw and he didn't want to stay here any longer. He drove out of his house once he got all his necessities and hit the road off to who knows where. He was breathing hard and he fumbled for his nebulizer. He was asthmatic, but he still had a pet, granted he was extremely cautious with her.

He's never had anyone else aside from Meatlug after all so she meant the world to him. "This is messed up!" he muttered to Meatlug, "I should have released that theory of mine, I should have told someone this could happen but the statistical probability as extremely low as in a 0.01%, but I shouldn't have ignored it Meatlug, it was still a probability!" the dog barked and he nodded, "You're right, I need to calm down, get some help then we'll figure this out okay?"

He ignored the people. He knows he should at least tell them to run, but the government had told everyone else not to panic and stay indoors. He wasn't about to stay inside his house and wait for those things to knock on his front door. He'd rather be outside going as far away as possible from these people. He breathed in and out steadily and finally sighed in relief when he realized it was just him and his dog Meatlug. "There we go girl," he then opened the window partially, to which she happily went to, "We're safe now." He then checked his speed and gas until his eyes widened…

"Uh-oh." He muttered, "I wonder if a gas station is nearby." He looked up ahead and seriously hoped there was one. It took a while, until Felix finally spotted the gas station, "Yes!" he cheered, "Look Meatlug, luck's on our side." The dog bark and he patted her head gently. He slowed to a stop and looked around for a moment before he started to fill up his tank. He also realized he hasn't stocked some food when he had been packing. Luckily he still had enough supplies for his medicine.

His keys jingled as he walked to the shop, but he wasn't expecting there to be a groan to come from the counter. He looked to his side and realized the cashier, who was clearly infected, looking at him. He let out a horrified shriek before stumbling backwards, making a shelf of products fall as well. The zombie made its way towards Felix and he started to scramble back up his feet when he noticed there was someone else looking at him at the dark corner of the store. He gulped as soon as he realized there were two of them. He whimpered and suddenly caught sight of the fire extinguisher. He immediately grabbed onto it and swung it as the first one came near him. He whacked it twice to make sure, and then swung it to the other one as well.

He dropped it on the floor unceremoniously as he stumbled back, looking left and right for any more of them. He glanced at the other guy and recognized the uniform. He quickly tiptoed towards him, avoiding stepping on the cashier-turned-zombie. He flipped the man over and snatched the radio attached to his hip, as well as the gun. He checked for the bullets and nodded, before checking if it had some spare, finding nothing he left and started to pick up what else he needed and forgotten. It seems like everything is going to be free since no one is around to collect the money. He nodded and got back to his car and closed the gas tank and got in before starting it up once more.

He dumped everything at the back before leaning over at the steering wheel and tried to grab a hold over himself. He patted Meatlug, who was looking at him expectantly, before his gaze shifted to the radio in his hands. He tuned it in, hoping to get some static. "He-hello? Can anybody hear me?" he asked, hoping someone would reply actual words rather than groaning and all, "Hello? Can anybody hear me? I need help…" there was still nothing. He let out a sigh and stepped on the pedal before driving away from the place as far as possible.


The ride out of the forest had been bumpy, but not as bumpy as the car kept stopping every other second, until it finally died down. Everyone else was completely silent before Rachel turned to her twin and whacked his head, "See! I told you so!" she yelled at him and he stuck out his tongue at her…

"Well, you didn't tell me enough!" he rebutted.

Rachel growled and punched her brother, to which he returned until eventually both were already out of the car, tumbling and rolling on the ground as they kept up their sibling banter. Daniel let out a bored sigh as he cleaned his nails with one of his polished daggers. Ethan watched them in amusement before reaching down to his pants and pulled out some small binoculars.

"Wow, that's cool!" Rachel interrupted, completely forgetting her brother, "What are you looking for?" she asked, he looked around before pocketing it back again and answered her…

"I'm making sure; none of those things are coming again. Come on, the cars completely useless right now, we need to find shelter and quick. These guys," he sighed as he let out the dogs and started walking the same way they were headed, "These guys are always hungry. Come on now people, get a move on." He said and Rachel picked up her makeshift spear and threw to her brother his identical one. Travis caught it with ease before standing up and following them. Daniel eyed the new comer suspiciously before following them as well.

It was almost dark, and they've got nowhere to go. "We could always make camp." Suggested Travis, "We've done it a couple of times now." He added. Ethan stopped before holding up his hand, "What?" Travis asked before Ethan held a finger to his lips, indicating them to remain silent. They stood in the middle of the road silently as they took their positions beside each other…

"I guess I was just hearing things." Ethan mumbled and quickly led them into a more secluded place, "Alright lads," he paused and looked at Rachel, "And lass, let's make camp." They went deeper into the area and had made a makeshift campsite from whatever was with them at the time. It was starting to get dark, and everyone was tired walking through the woods. Rachel had volunteered getting some dry wood to use for some fire, but Ethan refused, suggesting something that wouldn't make smoke. Both Travis and Daniel decided to cut some small wood to make as some sort of support for a makeshift tent. Ethan handled setting up their camp, and by the time they were done, everyone was already exhausted.

"I've never been so tired my entire life!" Rachel called out as she waited for their food to get cooked. Travis nodded at her statement, but hadn't removed his eyes from the food over the fire. His stomach growled, and three set of eyes stared at him…

"What? I'm hungry; it's supposed to do that." He said, and then suddenly, the two pointers with them growled as well, staring straight into the now dark woods, "Okay, that wasn't me this time." He stated as they all stood up and got ready for whatever was out there. The dogs started to bark, and growl and everyone got up and started to step backwards, farther away from the dark abyss…

"When I say run," Ethan said in a hushed tone, "Run, you got that? No turning back, and run as fast as you can." They stood their ground, waiting until they heard it, pained groaning coming towards them fast. Never mind that the food was already burning, they were going to get eaten soon enough if they'd stop and eat. Soon they burst into the light, "Run!" Ethan shouted and they did so, going the opposite way…

"Why the fuck are we running!?" Daniel shouted as he ran behind others, dodging branches and jumping over fallen trunks or large tree roots…

"Because," Ethan shouted, not looking back as he did so, "Close range battles with those guys don't end up well!"

Rachel was lagging behind them, all three males were already a good deal away from them, and she has half a mind to call out to her brother. Never mind the rules of no turning back, her brother would surely come after her anyway as she would with him. She didn't see the tree root right in front of her and she fell flat on her stomach into the ground. She let out a grunt and soon enough she felt hands grab her feet and pull her up. She yelled as she saw just how horrifying they were…

They reeked with the smell of blood, and they looked dirty, like they've been dug out of their respective graves. They seemed normal, but that blank look and bloodied mouth made them look even scarier. "Travis!" she yelled, and for a moment, she thought they were too far away to hear her…

"Rachel!" her brother called back, and she cursed as she saw the need for that blasted no turning back rule. Too late now, her brother was surely running after her. If he got here, he's sure to do something stupid and put him in harm's way as well and they'd both end up dead. The man's got a tight grip on her leg, and she could feel him twisting it into some awkward angle. She flailed and tried to kick when another one grabbed a hold of her other foot. She screamed as she saw them about to bite…

But no bite came, but rather two trained pointers, each fending off her attackers. They came up from behind and bit into their legs. They both let go at the pain in their leg and quickly grabbed onto the dogs and started to feast. She heard their whines, but knows it's too late to save them now. She let out another scream as she felt a something grab her. "Rachel!" her brother, she almost hugged him if he hadn't hauled her over his shoulder instead…

"Travis!" Daniel burst through meeting them and saw him carrying Rachel, "Come on, hurry up, we're gonna lose sight of Ethan!" and they both ran away from the zombies. Rachel replayed the scene in her head over and over again and felt tears run down her cheeks. Such a late reaction she knows, but she wailed in grief for the dogs they had lost tonight just to save her life. Those dogs were the last things their parent's had given them before they died in some hunting accident, and now they were gone…

They finally caught up to Ethan, who offered to carry Rachel. Travis shook his head as he held onto his sister. "Alright," Ethan said, "I'll take the first watch, while you guys get some rest." He said and sat down on a log, far away from them, sharpening the knife Daniel had lent him. Travis put his sister down and sat beside her. They've never been one for showing sibling love, but their silly ways work for each of them. People usually call them crazy and stupid, but that's just how they are.

Rachel was still in a shock. Everything had happened way too fast, but everything slowed down in her mind as she watched them munch into the dogs, their teeth tearing into their furs, their necks. Blood spurted out as soon as they did, and she could hear the low whines, but soon enough, she could hear a different sound, something else more familiar, more welcoming…

"Hush little Viking don't you cry, or the berserker will stab you in the eye," it was Travis, singing very poorly that lullaby their mom used to sing to them when they were little, "Don't let the enemies see you afraid…" he looked to his twin, and knows he's got her attention now…

"Or his gonna gut you with a rusty blade." Rachel continued, before sniffing, "Man this night was rough." She finally said, knowing her response was another way of theirs that means their grateful for the existence of the other, Travis grinned cheekily…

"You have to admit though; I was pretty tough back there." He praised himself before he received another hit from his sister. Ethan was watching them from the corner of his eye, before his gaze fell down to the shiny blade he possesses currently. He didn't notice someone had come to sit down beside him, until his seatmate finally spoke up…

"Who the hell are you?" Daniel asked as he looked straight ahead into the forest, looking out for more of those things as well. This time they didn't light a fire, and were fortunate that the moon was shining up above so well. He fingered some of his daggers and played with it, just like Ethan…

"I already told you…"

"A name doesn't exactly explain who you are." Daniel interrupted, "What were you doing before those things chased you?" he asked, and Ethan gave him a hard glare…

"I don't have to explain things to you," he stated, "Besides, I've helped you survived so far haven't I? I think I deserve some respect on my personal story as well." He stood up and walked someplace else, but still nearby their camp. The twins were now fast asleep, snoring softly, but both Ethan and Daniel were now wary of each other…


"Hayden the only thing I can find in the internet that's really closely related is this rumors about Ebola zombies, but they previously claimed everything is just a hoax, nothing else aside from what the news said." Heather called out from the living room, Hayden had been down in the basement, operating an old model of some kind of radio transmitter, but so far he's picked up nothing. Snotlout hasn't called him yet as well, and he's pretty concerned now. Not to mention he doesn't know what's happening to the other places. Are they like this, or were there still others that the outbreak hasn't reached to yet…

"The news said something about sending a couple bodies…" he mumbled, "But how, through boat shipment it wouldn't be this quick and to various search…" his eyes widened as he realized they may have been transported through air. Private planes or helicopters could have been used. While in air, they wouldn't have much room to go so they probably have dumped the bodies once they proved to be a handful, and probably, everyone else had been infected…

But there were too many possibilities, it all started in Africa, but he doesn't know much about viruses and all except for those lessons in biology back in high school he had barely paid attention to, "Hayden…" Heather called out, waiting for him to respond as she hears some static through the old radio, "Oh Hayden," she said, but he was still too preoccupied, "Hiccup!" she yelled and he whipped his head around and hushed her immediately. She clamped her hand over her mouth as she realized she should be quiet, after all, the zombies weren't too smart, which was a fortunate event…

"What?" he asked softly and she gestured to the old radio transmitter. He quickly sat down on the stool and placed the headphones to his ear as he tuned it more, there was someone talking, but it wasn't clear yet. It was either too far away or there's too much interruption from where he is. He tuned it more, until he heard clearly a panicked voice of someone, "Hello?" he spoke into the mouthpiece…

"Oh thank goodness!" the person yelled in relief, "Hi I'm Felix Ingerman, and I'm lost, can you help me?" he asked and Hayden looked to Heather and mouthed 'Ingerman', it sounded familiar, he just doesn't know from where he's heard it. Heather nodded and immediately began to search for something. Hayden waited for a moment and as soon as the search results came out, he knew this person was going to be needed…

"One of the researchers about that whole Ebola virus?" he asked unsurely and for a moment, the person stopped breathing, and he almost thought it was his fault and something had happened, when he finally answered…

"I was hoping no one paid much attention to those things." He replied, "But yes, the same one."

"Where are you headed to doctor?" he asked, unsure of what to think about the whole thing. For all he knew, he could be running away with useful information, or going somewhere to be useful. Felix hasn't said anything for a while, but Hayden had no time to be patient, regardless of how patient he actually is. "We don't have all day doctor." He added as well, 'We probably don't have until tomorrow as well, and it's been less than 24 hours still.'

"I don't really know." He admitted, "I just want to get away from everything."

"So you know what's been happening don't you?" Hayden asked him, anger boiling up inside him. This person was a researcher about the Ebola virus and now he's just running away now that things are out of his own laboratory, "Aren't you a doctor Felix?" he asked, "Shouldn't you be out there looking for some kind of cure or something!?"

"You don't understand I can't do everything on my own!" he reasoned out, "I need more supplies, some place to do the experiment and a test subject! Making a cure is a difficult process, even for just simple diseases!"

"Then find what you need and head to my place!" he exclaimed, "What are your road marks from where you are?" he asked, a little calm now. Things weren't going to work if they're both losing their cool. He needs to know where he is at least so that he can give directions if he knows where that is…

"Uh… I just passed a road sign that says…Welcome to Berk." He replied and Hayden recognizes the place. How could he not? That's his hometown. Where Snotlout is, his dad probably, and more and more people he knew. Come to think of it, he hasn't returned for, how many years now? He had been out of the job for about two years now. However, he hasn't recalled when the last time he did return to his own hometown was. He left as soon as he finished high school to look for his calling, and he did, eventually. He just didn't manage to keep it, that's all, along with the leg…

"I know that place." He admitted, feeling a nostalgic sensation as he recalls his childhood there. There wasn't much to go by, except that he didn't have many friends there aside from the teachers. All he remembers from that place was his family, and school life. That was why he was so eager to break away as soon as high school was finished. He was smart and he easily adapted to whatever was given to him. He was also a fast learner, "There should be a hospital there somehow, I don't remember where though…" he admits.

"It's fine, what's your name though?" Felix inquires over the radio; Hayden lets out a breath and leans back into his chair…

"Just Hiccup will do." He replies. "Just get what you need there, my place isn't that far, just pass by another town or so, it's a bit secluded, just so you know."

"Oh thank goodness it's secluded." He heard Felix say, "Maybe I'll stop by the hospital though for a while." He says, "I'm running low on medicine for my asthma." He adds, and Hayden hopes he'll be fine there though on his own. From what Heather had researched, he's one of the top researchers in the medical field. If he was to die, there'd be one less person to rely on to fix this growing outbreak. The radio cackles to life, and he turned to Heather…

"Hiccup, listen," she says and Hayden comes closer, listening to the radio…

"The government wants to extend their apology to their citizens for the obvious delay in sending in people to defend its citizens in the country. The reason for this delay is that they are still trying to find a cure, and some possible volunteers to look for it. They defense secretary has already released a statement, that retired Gen. Sean 'The Vast' Haddock has offered his services once more to his beloved country. He and a more volunteers from the military are headed to West Africa, where there's believed to be, the source of these evolved Ebola virus."

"Hiccup… General Haddock isn't by any chance… your father, right?" Heather asked, but she didn't have to. She noticed the sharp intake of breath Hayden had made the moment he heard the general's name. He was as white as sheet and he seemed frozen to place. His father had retired after he did, but he didn't think they'd seek out his father's assistance. He felt like such a fool, his father was one of the best in his job, but he quit just as his son did. He should have seen it coming they'd seek his father's help.

He needs to get back out there.