Kv: 78... ah, it's divisible...
"London?" Alfred asked with high concern. "Dude, you know we can't go through big cities... You know there's infected over there and in extreme numbers!"
"Look," Gilbert sighed, "the military has been out there, and nowadays, there's more of them than there are infected! Come on, you gotta trust me on this. Don't you trust me?"
"Yeah... of course I do... Okay, we'll go out there tomorrow, but we'll need Ludwig, Antonio, and Mattie," Alfred turned and looked at the three he address. "are you guys up for it?"
"I'm up for it," Matthew said with a smile. Ludwig nodded in agreement and Antonio smiled and nodded.
"Okay, looks like we're going out tomorrow!" Alfred cheered. Arthur looked at him worriedly and tugged on his arm.
"Alfred..." Arthur whispered quietly.
"Yeah Arty?" Alfred said as he turned to the smaller blonde beside him.
"Um... are you sure about this..? You yourself has always avoided the big cities... we all know what happens if you get bit..."
"Yeah, I know, I know. You turn after 3 days. Arthur, I know and I'll be careful, okay?"
"You better, you bastard. I swear, if anything happens to my bastard, I'm gonna fucking kill you," Lovino cursed. They all knew he didn't mean it and that Lovino was just expressing his concern for the Spanish man. Alfred laughed and held up his hands.
"Alright, alright. You have my word, okay? I promise they'll all be back safe. Have I ever let you guys down?"
Arthur sighed as he walked away from the group and mumbled to himself, "what about your safety you idiot..?"
It was a bright day, but Alfred could tell that there would be rain soon. It was best to just go there, get the supplies, and leave as soon as possible. Gilbert was the one driving and Alfred sat in the back with Matthew and Antonio so that the German brothers could sit up front together. It was completely quiet until Matthew broke the silence and gently hit his brother's shoulder to get his attention. "Alfred," he said softly.
"Hm?" Alfred said as he turned his glaze from the window and to Matthew. "What's up?"
"There's so many of them," Matthew nearly whispered as the truck came to a stop. Alfred looked up and saw that perhaps half a mile in front of them were hundreds of infected and they all stared at what seemed like certain death. Ludwig was the first to sigh, shake his head and get out of the truck. He loaded his handguns and looked at everyone else.
"Look, the way I see it is that you either stay in there and shit your pants or you can be a man and get this over with," Ludwig scolded and they all got out of the truck hurriedly as if Ludwig would punish them if they didn't. Alfred loaded his shotgun and walked over to Gilbert.
"Okay, where to?" Alfred asked with a smile.
"We have to get past the infect and over to Regent Street."
"Well, we're in St. Gosvenor Square. Maybe we can get to Carlos Pl. and cut through to Bruton and Conduit."
"Sounds good to me."
Only halfway down Carlos Pl. did it start raining and it made it only so much hard to keep their stealth mode concrete because not only was it raining but it was raining hard, especially for summer. They did their best to keep close to the buildings since they were usually a lot more emptier than the streets, but when the ruins of a building laid out in the streets, they had to work around it. However when they reached Bruton St. that's when trouble started to arise.
Gilbert was leading this raid and Alfred kept to the back of the group. It was all good until Gilbert stopped and held up his fist which was code for a wrath up ahead. The reason why they called it a wrath was because the infected itself not only huge but it would scream and shout like it was mad as it attacked up plus, no one ever survived an attack from a wrath without shooting and if you shoot, you attract all the infected in a three block radius which was not good in a big city. Alfred gave the signal not to shoot, but Gilbert didn't even look back and shot anyways.
"Gilbert!" Alfred yelled but it was too late. Behind them, in front of them, and to the side of them, there were swarms of them running though the streets. "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!" Alfred cursed. He quickly looked around and saw that there was a near by building they could get to. He signaled them all to go into the building and followed closely behind as he shot at any infected that were in close range. They all made their way up to the roof and quickly started to run and jump across to the next building and repeated the process until a loud cry sounded. Alfred quickly snapped his head back and saw it was Gilbert who screamed and ran over to him.
"What are you doing?!" Gilbert hissed as he tried to get up. Alfred picked him up bridal style and smiled.
"I don't believe in leaving something important behind," Alfred said as he sprinted back to the group and kept pace. Gilbert looked at Alfred and couldn't help but feel guilty at his words and yet happy. He was happy to be thought of as important, to be someone someone else would go back for and he was that to Alfred but it was that happiness that made him feel so much regret and self pity.
"What am I doing..." he mumbled to himself as he stared at his now broken ankle.
After reaching a safe point, Alfred put Gilbert down and nearly broke down panting. Gilbert looked at the exhausted crew and rubbed the back of his neck until he looked at Alfred and saw that on his leg there was a fresh... bitemark. He stared at it in shock and complete regret and started to panic. It wasn't until Ludwig walked over to Gilbert and punched him that he snapped out of it.
"What were you thinking?! You could have gotten us all killed!" Ludwig shouted at his brother who only looked at him horrified.
"Yeah, you know you're not suppose to shoot when there's so many infect around here! Even Alfred gave the signal! Imagine if the wrath caught up to us, then what?" Antonio added. Gilbert just rocked back and forth with wide eyes.
"No...no... I take it back, I take it back... I DON'T WANT TO DO THE FUCKING MISSION ANYMORE," Gilbert screamed at himself. Alfred got up and walked over to Gilbert.
"Gilbert, dude. Calm down. We'll head back to house immediately. There's no way we can go forward with this little ammunition," Alfred said comfortingly. Gilbert grabbed Alfred and looked at him straight in the eye.
"I'm sorry," Gilbert said as he teared up. "I wanted Arthur all to myself, and I was willing to go along with this man's plan to get you bitten and infected. I'm sorry... I don't want this anymore..."
"What..." Alfred said quietly. It was only that moment that he looked behind him and down at his leg that he noticed the blood leaking from the fresh bite, and for awhile, to all of them, the world seemed to pause.
Kv: so in case some of you are like "Kv, how could Alfred not notice the bite right away?" Well dear readers, during any kind of extreme exercise, running, sports, etc, your adrenaline builds up and if you get hurt, you don't feel the full on force of that impact until later once you calmed down. That's why sometimes some wounds don't hurt until you notice them. :3 Anime-Addict-no-1: heh... too late~ Did Gil kill you? o3o And yes, it was a trap. Gilbert was sent out to get Alfred infected. :3 And please, don't hesitate to cry. It let's me know that I'm doing a wonderful job at writing~ JesslaBleh: You want to revoke my awesomeness? Kesese! I'd like to see you try. I was born with this awesomeness! And I kinda had to betray America only cause I'm following Kv's script here. Blame the author not the actor! CyberAngel08: Alfie's still sulking in the corner. Don't worry though, he'll be fine... maybe? He just loves his little tsundere British gentleman. And the lab is not in London, it's in the outskirts of England near the ocean and stuff. That's why when they ran away, they ended up in a field and had to take a train back to London, but Arthur lived in London so I think that's why you thought it was that. o3o teehee. *stands proudly* And I do write awesome chapters, no? Hunteraka girl(2): It's cool! Don't worry about being gone and stuff. :3 I just hope you enjoy the story whenever you're around. And aww, no need to add in the "and writer!" part. ^^;; I feel like a pretty shitty writer in all honesty. It's impossible for me to write action scenes... And you judge on a scale of 1 to 10 (ten being the highest) how stupid Gil was. Peacesandwich: teehee... maybe? Please review~
Kv: woah, when did you get here?
Prussia: JUST NOW BECAUSE I CAN FEEL MY AWESOMENESS BEING HATED ON.