Chapter Five! I am on a roll! This is a chapter for Maya, Michigan, and Samuel! I am going to fit all the other OC's in within the next two chapters!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC.

Michigan's POV:
"What do you mean, ma Cherie?" France asked. Michigan turned and looked at her former father.

"I mean that if anyone is to truly blame, it's him. You can blame us for not stopping him, but it's his fault." Michigan reiterated. France still looked confused.

"But what is this? What is going on?"

"Did you not just fucking see what just happened? A lady just got her fucking throat ripped out by some jackass missing a fucking eye!" Mattie snarled.

"We all saw what happened on the television. But that was just an isolated incident, wasn't it? Please tell me it's only in Lance-throwing or whatever you call your cities." Austria said, waving dismissively at his inability to remember the name of Josie's capital.

"Lansing." She growled, glaring at him. "It's Lansing, you fuckass." She felt someone put their hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off. Josie was too on edge to deal with Roderich's shit. She watched as he raised an eyebrow at her, looking down.

"It would be beneficial for you to remember that I am a country, young lady. I am your elder and your superior." Josie stepped forward, her hand gripping the wrench she always kept in her back pocket.

"I only have one Superior, and that's the lake." She snarled, pointing the wrench at him. "And you are in my state, therefore you are obligated to follow my rules. You may be a country, but this is not your home. It's mine. And keep in mind who I am, and who my father is, because this is his land as well." The Austrian looked down at her, irritated.

"Yes, well then, I shall answer to your father, not you. If he has a problem, he can bring it up with me." America opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by someone else.

"Where's Maya?" Every head swiveled towards Greece, the speaker.

"Who?" Michigan asked, looking confused.

"Maya. My little sister. She didn't come in with any of you." Michigan frowned.

"What does she represent?"

"She represents Athens." Michigan nodded and walked towards the door.

"Michael! Please go find Miss Athens and bring her inside." She then turned and walked back towards the group of people still standing around, feeling awkward. The argument had stopped, but there was still tension in the air. No one spoke for a few minutes.

"I don't believe that this was an isolated incident." It was Denmark who spoke up. The usual look of cheeriness on his face was gone, replaced with fear and concern. "Both Mattie and Little Mich said that they were attacked by these living dead freaks. If it's happened in Canada, and it's happening in the Lower Peninsula, who's to say it's not all over the U.S.?" Every head swiveled towards America, who sighed in defeat.

"Yes, there have been incidents all over the country, and no, they are not pranks." He said, looking down.

"How did this all start, America? What exactly did your stupid child do to start this?" Switzerland's voice rang out.

"Hey! Trevor is not stupid!" Sollena jumped to her brother's defense. "He didn't mean to create the virus! He was working with a U.S. government agency, combining diseases to see if they could create some sort of 'Miracle Cure'. Something went wrong, and the virus that is causing the dead to come back to life was created." Everyone stared at Sollena blankly. Sollena growled and glared at every single person in the room. "Don't you get it!? We didn't mean for this to happen!"

"You Americans don't mean for a lot of things to happen, and yet they do!" England shouted. "Why can't you do something right for once!?"

"Iggy! Now is not the time to insult anyone!" Carolina walked up, defending her brother and nieces. "They have the information, and they can keep it from us just as easily as they can give it to us." Michigan watched England sigh and turn away, muttering to himself.

"You're right, Carolina. I'm sorry."

"I'm not the one you need to be apologizing to." England grimaced, and Michigan felt a small flicker of triumph, despite the situation.

"America, Florida, Michigan, I'm sorry. That was out I line." England apologized, clearly irritated. Michigan nodded her acceptance. She heard Sollena mutter something, but she couldn't hear what, and her father said nothing. Carolina turned toward Sollena.

"What government agency was he working with?"

"If I told you, we'd have to kill you." Sollena replied. Carolina blinked, but left it at that. Everyone had an unspoken agreement stating that if someone did not tell you a specific detail about their government, you didn't ask again.

"What was this 'Miracle Cure'? What was he trying to do, exactly?" Carolina asked, being as civilized a possible. But Michigan could tell that her aunt was scared. And she had every right to be. Whoever wasn't afraid of the idea of the dead coming back to life was either insane or already dead. Michigan turned and looked at her sister, who sighed.

"Alright. I want you all to listen carefully, because I'm only saying this once."

Maya's POV:
Maya sat behind the meeting building, hiding in the shade and plucking the grass out of the ground. The staff hadn't let her in because she wasn't a country. It didn't make sense to her, but she didn't argue. She just hid behind the building and waited for the meeting to be over. She continued to pluck at the grass, allowing her mind to wander. She started to think of her beloved dog, Philo, who ran away a few days before she and her brother left for the meeting. Maya almost didn't come, she was so upset. But Heracles had somehow managed to convince her, and now here she was, alone and missing her dog.

"Please be alright, Philo. Please be waiting for me at home." She whispered, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she fought them back. She wouldn't cry. Not here. She looked up as she heard footsteps heading towards her, crushing the grass with each step. She looked up and saw that the man who had kicked her out earlier was walking towards her. She could sense that he was irritated, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Miss Athens?" He asked, and Maya nodded. "Miss Michigan requests your presence in the meeting room." Maya stared at him, a blank look on her face. He was speaking very formally, but his accent didn't match what he was saying. It sounded very fake and forced. He probably got paid extra for speaking like that. Maya wordlessly stood up and was ready to walk away, when a sudden groan coming from the woods behind her rang out. Both Maya and the man turned around, and they watched as a man stumbled out of the woods. He looked drunk, stumbling around and snarling. He was covered in blood, and Maya noticed that there was a chunk of his arm missing. She stepped back, sensing danger. She looked over at the other man, and he looked just confused and exasperated.

"Miss Athens, why don't you head inside? I will help this man." Maya opened her mouth to object, wanting to tell him that there was something wrong the man, but he started walking away. She watched as the man walked towards the drunken man, cautious but determined.

"Sir? Are you alright? Do you need any help?" He asked. Maya stayed and watched, feeling rooted to the spot. She watched as the drunken man turned toward the man, snarling. He lunged at the man, snarling and clacking his teeth. He grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and pulled him in, sinking his teeth into his face. The man screamed, and Maya stumbled backward, shocked. She watched as this man tore at the staff member's face, chewing and tearing the skin off his nose and forehead. He continued to scream, fear and agony present in the scream. Maya couldn't move, couldn't call for help. She was too afraid that the attacker would go after her next if she made her presence known. She heard footsteps and shouting coming closer. She heard a female scream the name "Michael". She felt two strong arms pull her away from the carnage, and she turned to look at her brother. He looked down at her, concerned and scared.

"Maya, are you okay?" Maya nodded slowly, the image of the man's face being ripped off by someone else's teeth flashing through her mind. She turned back and watched as a girl with bright blonde hair with feathers bend down over the man, her expression filled with grief. She looked over at the attacker, who was now lying in a crumpled heap on the ground, a knife sticking out of his eye.

Samuel's POV:
Samuel stood silently, taking in every word that was spoken by Florida. He allowed everything to sink in, processing it slowly. The dead had come back to life, and they were eating people. If this was just a story, he would have found it highly amusing. But after what he just saw on the television, he could tell that it wasn't just a story. And Michigan was highly disturbed. He wasn't about to laugh at something that had disturbed the little girl. He snapped back to reality as someone asked another question.

"Well, why didn't he just destroy the first zombie? I would have smashed his face in with a pick axe." It was Russia who asked the question. He was smiling, looking as if he was fantasizing about it. Samuel discretely took a step away from the Russian, even though they were on opposite sides of the room. Samuel tightened his grip on his backpack, ready to pull out one of the guns he always kept in there if necessary. But no one else seemed to be too concerned about what Russia had said, so he relaxed slightly, and tuned back into what Florida was saying.

"-performing experiments on the corpse, testing it and using it for biological studies. The other scientists on the team wouldn't allow him to put it down. They threatened to bring his studies to light, and that was the last thing Trevor needed." Samuel took what he had heard and made a conclusion. New Mexico was looking for a 'Miracle Cure'. What for, Samuel didn't know. During the process of making this cure, he created this disease. He tested it on a sick man, as he heard mentioned earlier, and the man died. The man came back later, and he was snarling and angry. New Mexico somehow knew what had happened, and wanted to put him down, but the other scientists wouldn't let him. And somehow, someone had gotten infected and it had carried on to the outside world. Samuel was about ready to ask a question, when a blood-curdling scream ripped through the air, stopping him in the middle of his first word. Everyone froze, staring at the door. Another scream pierced the air, full of agony.

"Michael!" Samuel turned and watched as Michigan ran outside, calling out a man's name. The human she had sent out to find Athens.

"Mich! Wait! You can't just-" America groaned and ran after his daughter, Guam, Lithuania, and Florida following him. Samuel looked over at Mattie, who swore and ran after his brother. Samuel decided to follow, and he soon heard everyone else following them outside. A typical case of mob mentality. Samuel soon caught up to America and Canada.

"What do you think it is?" He asked, a conclusion already in his mind.

"Whatever it is, it isn't good." America replied, his eyes trained on his daughter. Samuel agreed. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a gun while he ran, ready to defend himself and whoever needed it. He normally wouldn't choose a gun, but it was the only weapon available at the moment. He took the safety off, but did not take aim. He looked forward and saw that the attendant was being attacked. He watched as Michigan pulled his attacker off the attendant and rammed something into his eye without hesitation. As the man fell, Samuel saw that it was a knife. He watched as Michigan turned away from the attacker and bent over the attendant. Her eyes were full of grief. He slowly came to a stop, and looked down at the man. He was completely unrecognizable. The skin had been torn off over half his face, and there were teeth marks all over his face. He was missing a part of his lip and cheek, revealing his teeth. His right eye was half gone, the rest of it dangling out of his socket. He moved his mouth, his one eye looking around at everyone. Even with over half his face missing, he still looked scared. Samuel swallowed and took a step back. This was horrifying. He had never seen anything so horrifying, and he had been in so many wars. He turned towards America and Canada. America watched his daughter cry, his hands clenched into tight fists. He was obviously pissed that he could do nothing to comfort his daughter. Canada just looked disgusted. He then turned and looked at British Columbia, who looked absolutely horrified. He looked back at Michigan, who still sat there, numb to everything.

"He was bitten. That man that attacked him, he was a zombie." Samuel turned and looked at England. He looked absolutely horrified. He saw America nod out of the corner of his eye. "So, he's going to turn." Another nod. "Is there any way to prevent it?"

"Destroy the brain." Everyone turned and looked at Michigan, who was now standing. Her face was wiped clean of all evidence of emotions, her eyes stone cold. She had closed herself off, Samuel deduced. "You have to destroy the brain." She repeated. Samuel stepped forward and held out the gun.

"Do you want to do it? Or would prefer it if I did?" He asked softly, making sure only she could hear. She looked up at him and took the gun.

"He was my friend. I'll do it." Samuel nodded and stepped back. He watched her as she turned and pointed the gun at the attendant and pulled the trigger.

And it's done! Chapter Six is being written as you read this! Please give me feedback! I hope Mexico and Athens were in character...