Lovino glanced slowly around the place as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His eyes stared quietly into the darkness until he saw a figure walking towards him, calling his name. "..." His eyes shot wide open in fear once seeing the face coming into the light.

Short auburn hair, with a long curl coming from the left side. Honey eyes that seemed to have a grey filter over them. Fair, but bruised and bloodied skin. He might've looked like shit, but there was no way Lovino couldn't recognize..

"...F-F-Feli...ciano.." Lovino's voice trembled as he tripped over some stuff and soon just stared up into his brother's dead eyes. "...Fr-Fratellino..." His legs were numb from shock, his body trembled while tears rolled down his cheeks. Holy shit. Feli.. Feli was a walker..

The younger sibling reached out again, but tripped over his own feet due to being so weak. He was laying on the ground like a child who couldn't walk. Groaning and wheezing sadly, he reached out to his brother with one boney hand. "Hun...gry.." He wheezed.

As Feliciano reached his hand towards him, Lovino felt his heart break. "...Goddammit...why did you run away you stupid idiota… I-I know I'm mean sometimes, but you shouldn't have taken me seriously.." he teared up more and moved a bit farther away from the walker, not being able to look away or move.

Feliciano wheezed, almost like he wanted to sob. He didn't remember much from his life before becoming a zombie. Only someone shouting at him, someone holding him tightly as the world became a blur and his body became cold.

"Fratello! Come back, please!"

"Feli! Feli, hold on! You can't die on me now!"

As he heard those sentences in his head, he suddenly remembered his brother's face, how his parents were assholes to him.. How he disliked Lovino's boyfriend. The boy groaned softly, trying to get up again. Only to fail, his arms were just too weak. He wanted to hug his brother, but his new insticts said otherwise. He was hungry, but had to fight that.

"Lo... Lovi..no.." He wheezed. "M-Mi.. dis..piace..."

Lovino loved his brother very much, and of course he couldn't be angry at him anymore now. He just felt pity and sadness towards the younger man, especially when Feliciano apologized to him. "...G-Goddammit Feli.. I have no food for you and… Antonio would kill you if he saw you.." He suddenly felt a bit weak, knowing he couldn't kill a walker just because he was his brother. "...Did you ever find that potato eater...? I know you liked him.." he whispered, feeling a bit weird about talking to a zombie.

Feliciano tilted his head slightly. "L-Luddy...?" He wheezed, then his face became sad as he remembered the blue eyes and blonde hair that belonged to that name. The sadness in those eyes when he last saw them.

"I'm sorry Feli.. I.. I can't live without you. And now that you're dead.. I don't want to live."

He had walked off, leaving Feli alone. The Italian had heard a gunshot from outside, and the blue eyes had never returned.

"D... D-Dead.." Feliciano muttered.

Something squeaked in the basement, making Feliciano look at it. It was just a rat, not a very big one. The younger Italian began wheezing longingly, then a small smile tugged at his dead lips. With all of his energy, he jumped on top of the rodent, grabbing it. The animal squeaked, trying to get loose, but went limp as Feli bit into its head. The boy quickly ate the rat, so his hunger instinct would stop. For now at least.

Lovino turned his head away as Feliciano ate the rat. He noticed how badly Feli tried to keep his mind clear. "I'm sorry about him… but how can you do that...? You know.. The thing where you know who you're talking to and you're not trying to eat me...?" he murmured.

Feliciano shakily wiped his mouth and smiled at his brother. "You... s-smell.. d-d-dead f-fratello... Helps.. a.. lot.." He said in a strained voice, like his vocal cords were rusted. "S-Still... h-hard though... Still.. hungry.." He said right after that. Lovino nodded slowly. "I...Noticed..." he whispered softly, staring at his brother. Holy crap.. He didn't know what to feel right now. Relief? Happiness? Fear?

Meanwhile, Antonio was getting a bit paranoid. What was taking Lovino so long? "Lovino?" He called out. "Are you.. okay down there?" Feliciano froze hearing Antonio, his head twitching a bit. His fists were clenched tightly, trying to hold himself back.

Lovino turned his head up once he heard Antonio. "I'm fine... Just trying to find every log here...stay there asshole!" He yelled up at him and then turned to Feli. "..I.. I can't kill you Feliciano..." He turned to look down, pulling up some logs.

Antonio, ignoring Lovino's words, had walked over to the hole, looking down. "Lovino? Who are you talking to-" His face paled extremely seeing Feliciano sitting on the ground near Lovino. Feliciano looked straight at Antonio, unblinking. He was scared. Scared he might wanna jump up and try to get to the Spaniard. Scared to hurt his older brother in the process.

As Antonio looked down, Lovino gave him a small shocked look. "...I-I told you to stay there dammit!" he yelled at him and then gently grabbed Feli by his shoulder. "Feli.. it's okay… I.. He's nice, but scared dammit...j-just like I am.."

"Lovino?! What the hell are you doing?! Get away from that thing!" Antonio called, obvious fear on his face. Feliciano shivered, his bottom lip twitching. A thing. Antonio had called him a thing. He knew the Spaniard was scared of people like him, but.. it still hurt. He wanted to cry, like he always did in these kinds of situations. But he couldn't. Feliciano wanted to hug his brother, just so he could get comfort. But if he smelled a living person from so close, he might not be able to control himself. He would never be able to forgive himself if he gave his brother the same fate as him. So instead, he gave Antonio a small wave and a smile. "C-Ciao."

"¿Q-Qué carajo?" Antonio whispered, eyes wide in confusion. Lovino stared at his brother with tears in his eyes and just groaned as he wrapped his arms around Feliciano. "I-I'm sorry Feli, I'm so fucking sorry!" He trembled in shock as he wasn't sure if he should do this or not. "I'm.. I'm a bad fratello..."

"Lovino, don't!" But it was too late. Lovino had already hugged Feliciano. Feli froze, the smell of his living brother hitting his nose. The virus in his brain began yelling at him. Food. Eat. Kill. Survive. But Feliciano didn't want to. Not his own brother. He had to fight it. Trying to hold back the urge, he bit his lip. "N-No..." He whimpered.

Lovino just nodded. "S-Si! I am a fucking asshole and I can't even take good care of my own important brother!" he spoke in Italian fast while continuing to hug Feli. He was just so fucking scared to move from that position.

The new instinct in Feliciano's brain kept nagging him, telling him to kill, to eat. "N-No.." He whimpered again. "No.. No.. NO!" He pulled himself loose, trying to keep away from his brother. He didn't want to kill anymore. A growl escaped his throat. It was getting so freaking hard to hold himself back. He began hitting himself on the sides of his head. "S-Stop!" he screeched in Italian. "I... I don't.. I don't w-wanna!"

As Feli pulled away from Lovino, the older Italian fell onto his knees and stared at his brother. He bit his lip as he wasn't sure what to do at this point. "..." He just tried to stand up and get his body moving. Antonio stared at the scene with wide eyes. Why didn't Feliciano try and eat Lovino when he had the chance? More importantly, why was said zombie hitting himself? It didn't make any sense. "L-Lovino? Are you alright?" he asked softly, going down into the basement.

Lovino turned his head slowly towards Antonio, giving him a sad stare. "..." He tried to stand up while crying a little bit. "A-Antonio..." he trembled and held up his arms towards the Spaniard like a child. Antonio reached out, pulling him up. He held the Italian for a moment, hugging him. "He's your brother.. Isn't he?" Antonio asked softly after a while.

As Antonio pulled him into a hug, Lovino nodded slowly at the question. "...S-Si..he is..." He pushed his face against Toni's chest and tried to calm down. "I'm so, sosorry Lovino.." Antonio murmered. Feliciano had rolled up in a ball, whimpering softly. Maybe he could catch another rat, just to satisfy his instinct. Lovino just leant against Antonio as he hugged him. "...I...I.. I don't want to kill my brother..." he looked up to stare into his green eyes and he shivered. "...I don't want to do it.."

"I.. I understand that, but.. What if he attacks you? Or me? He's still a walker. We have to take him out before one of us gets eaten. Or worse, bitten. I will have the same problem if you would get bitten Lovino. I.. I don't want to be the one who shoots you. And I think you would have the same mentality if I got bitten."

Feliciano looked up at them, his whole body trembling. He didn't want to die. But he didn't want to hurt anybody either. "...M-maybe there's a cure? I'm sure that not everyone's dead now..." Lovino muttered, then bit his lip and shivered. "...I need my fucking brother...he hasn't done anything wrong d-dammit..."

"I admire your determination Lovino, but.. I don't think there is." Feliciano suddenly teared up at Antonio's words. He sobbed, then looked at the tears, confused. Were his body functions returning? Lovino whimpered quietly as he leant against Antonio's chest. "...G-god fucking dammit...!" he hissed, turning to look at Feliciano quietly. "...I-I don't want to believe that.."

Antonio just held Lovino. "I'm sorry.. Unless some miracle happens, we have to take him out." Feliciano's head snapped up at those words. "N-No.. P-Please.. No.." Tears streamed over his face. Wait.. Tears? Were zombies even able to cry?

Lovino frowned as he saw Feliciano's tears. He pulled himself away from Antonio, looking closer. That were tears alright.. And was that blood on his knuckles? Was.. Was his head bleeding from when he was hitting himself?

"...Antonio, can zombies cry… or bleed..?"

"E-Eh..?" Antonio blurted out, confused as heck. Feliciano looked at his tear stained hands, along with the blood that covered his knuckles. "F-Fratello?" he asked softly. "W-What's... What's going on?"

Lovino bit his lip and took a knife. He quickly made a cut to his arm, pushing the wound very close to Felicano. "Fresh meat, Feli..!" He yelled at him, going really close while his heart bumped like hell. He was desperatly hoping he was right.

"What the hell are you doing Lovino?!" Antonio called out, moving over to grab Lovino's arm. But he froze as Feliciano yelped, backing up in fear. "L-Lovino! W-Why would y-you do t-that? Y-You h-h-hurt yourself!" The younger Italian stared at Lovino wide-eyed, his honey eyes darting from the cut on his brother's arm back to the older Italian's face. Honey eyes. Not the grey filter. Honey. Lovino got a little closer. Feli backed up more. This could only mean one thing..

"...He's back alive… He's fucking alive!" Lovino yelled at Antonio, smiling brightly as he yelled that. He rushed over to Feliciano, grabbing him into a tight hug. "I can see the life returning to your fucking eyes already...!" He pushed his face into Feli's neck and began crying quietly. Feliciano froze, waiting for the instinct to start bugging him again. But it was quiet. He gave a loud sob, hugging his brother back. It was like a wave went over his body, giving him the normal human warmth back. "Fra.. Fratelloooooo.." He wailed, feeling so relieved and happy.

Antonio backed up, falling on his butt thanks to be so confused. "W-Wha.. What just... How did he... Dios mios..."

Lovino just hoped that this would be permanent. He wished that this was not just a stupid dream and that once he woke up, he wouldn't be alone again. He was just so fucking scared to lose everything around him. "...I'm fucking glad you're okay Feli... so fucking glad..." he whispered and then rubbed his tears away. "A-And I just didn't cry dammit... I got something in my eye...s-so shut up..."

Feliciano laughed. "Veh~ Of course fratello." Antonio was still sitting on the floor, confused as hell. Soon Lovino turned to Antonio and crossed his arms. "No cure?" he grinned smugly while taking his brother's hand. "...Let's go upstairs...you must be hungry..." he murmured quietly.

"I.. I don't understand.. How did he.." Antonio mumbled. Feliciano walked upstairs with his brother, his stomach growling at the mention of him being hungry. The sound scared him a bit, it had been a while since he heard it. Antonio walked close behind them, looking at Feliciano with interest. How had he been cured?

Lovino put another log on the fire, then took out an old pan and some water from a barrel outside. He held the pan above the fire and turned to look at Feliciano. "Could you get the pasta from my backpack...?" He asking, smiling at his brother a little bit.

"Sure!" Feliciano walked to Lovino's backpack, trying to open it. His fingers were still a bit stiff, making it hard to open the zipper. He glared at his own fingers for a second. "Stupid hands. You're being evil." Antonio chuckled slightly at this, remembering Lovino's slurs from the other night. He walked over to the Italian, who backed up a bit. Antonio gave the boy a smile, helping him open the backpack. "There you go."

"T-Thank you.." Feli muttered, taking out the pasta and bringing it to his brother. Lovino took the pasta from his brother once he was close enough. Soon enough the water boiled. "...I'll hold the pot. Antonio? You make sure that it won't get stuck to each other.." He threw the package of pasta to Antonio. "...Fuck this pot is getting hot..." The Italian grumbled.

"Be careful Lovino." Antonio said, catching the pasta. He carefully put the uncooked pasta in the pot, watching the water sizzle and bubble. Feliciano just looked at the two, a small smile on his face. Lovino huffed at the Spaniard, sticking out his tongue. "...I'm a professional dammit." Of course, that was all lies, but he just liked to argue a bit. "...Use something to stir it."

Antonio grabbed the spork from his backpack and carefully stirred the pasta with it. Feliciano just sat on the ground behind them, watching them interact. There was a smile on his face. Was he the only one seeing the spark? Of course he knew his brother could be stubborn and tsundere as hell, so Lovino might not wanna admit it.

And of course Antonio was a bit oblivious himself, so he might not even SEE it.

Lovino turned to look at Feliciano after a while. "...What...? That fucking smile always means something dammit...". He had a small blush on his cheeks. "Nooooooothing~" Feliciano said in a sing-song voice, still smiling like he knew a secret. Lovino rolled his eyes slowly after hearing what Feliciano said. "...Dammit with you..", he whispered and smiled quitely. Lovino looked at Antonio. "...Don't stop stirring for too long.." he grumbled.

Antonio nodded, and kept stirring the pasta, oblivious to the younger Italian's smile. After a while Lovino nodded. "...I think it's okay for now..." He pulled the pot off the fire and poured the water into some empty bottles. Hey, you gotta preserve water these days. "...damn it's been a long time.." Lovino took out three plates from a cubboard and gave everyone a small amount of pasta, then put some cold sauce from a jar out of the store onto the noodles. "..Sorry, pasta would get cold if I started warming this up.."

Feliciano began eating the pasta, smiling at the taste. "I've missed this..." He whispered, extremely happy. Antonio chuckled, taking a few bites. "It's okay Lovi. It's good like this." Feliciano giggled softly at the nickname the Spaniard gave his brother.

As Lovino turned his eyes on the chuckling Feliciano, he gave him a warning grunt. "...what...?" he bit his lip nervously and then startled as Antonio called him "Lovi". It wasn't like he disliked it, but.. It made him feel.. weird. "Asshole, I didn't give you any permission to call me that... it's Lovino" he puffed his cheeks out and pushed some pasta into his mouth.

"Sorry." Antonio quickly said, focusing on his meal. Feliciano continued eating as well, a knowing smile still on his face. The colour in his face was returning a bit now that he had eaten some (normal) food. Once Lovino finished with his meal, he washed up his plate in the water and put it out to dry. "...We should move on tomorrow I guess..find a house or something? Maybe like at the countryside, it could be safer maybe...?"

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Antonio said. "Like a farm or something?" Lovino nodded. "Something like that, so we can build a fence or something.. I guess..I just..if there's still people out there, wouldn't they find us sooner or later..?" He frowned lightly as he stared outside. "It's so fucking hard..goddammit." He rubbed the back of his head as he felt nervous about this thing. "But we can try.."

"Well, then. First thing in the morning, we'll go look for a farm or anything like that. And Feliciano needs some sort of weapon too. Heh, that was weird to say about someone who was a zombie an hour ago." Feliciano chuckled slightly at Antonio. Lovino gave both men a small huff as he turned to lay down onto the floor after he had poked the fire a bit "..." He just stared into the fire and sighed. "I will look after the fire for a few hours, then it's Antonio's turn. Feliciano can sleep the whole night." he pointed at Feliciano.

"Grazie fratello." Feliciano said, laying down. He closed his eyes. Antonio gave a nod, moving over to give Feliciano a blanket and something to put his head on. After that he layed down too. Lovino sat up. He didn't want to fall asleep at times like this. He pushed some new logs into the fire and let it warm up the place evenly.

"...Mmh..."

Lovino stared at Feliciano for awhile with a small smile. He was feeling much more relaxed now. Feliciano's breathing was even, echoing through the shack almost. Antonio was sleeping soundly as well, mumbling softly in his sleep. Lovino let out a small sigh as he watched these two quietly, staring at the fire soon. He bit his lip a little bit until he pulled his jacket closer around him. "..."

Wow. This was actually the first time in days that he could.. sit and think. Most of the time he was busy running, hiding or just waiting for zombies to go away so he could run again. Now he could sort his thoughts out. These days had sure been hectic.. At least he wasn't alone anymore. Lovino glanced at Antonio again.

….why did the Spaniard suddenly look so.. handsome in the dim light? Those dark-brown curls were greasy from not being washed in a while, but it still looked… soft. That tanned skin almost seemed to glow. His lips were slightly parted, soft mutters of Spanish words escaping once in a while.

Lovino blushed slightly once he realized he was following the gentle curves of Antonio's face, enjoying the view. He shook his strange feelings away with a violent shake of his head.

'No. No, bad. Not now. I just got out of a relationship, damn it.' Lovino scolded himself. But still… He couldn't help but look at Antonio again. Why did he look some handsome all of a sudden? Wait, he didn't think that idiot was actually HANDSOME, right? Okay, Lovino couldn't deny he had a thing for Latin men. Especially Spanish men. Their accents were hot. N-Not that he thought Antonio was hot, d-damn it! He was..

Damn it.

Who was he kidding.. He thought Antonio was actually pretty good-looking. Or maybe it was just the fact that he didn't push him away when the Italian told him about his past that he felt more attracted to him. Meh.

"...hng.."

Antonio turned to his side in his sleep, the blanket slightly slipping off. Lovino frowned, but didn't move. Yet. He was still admiring the form of the man's face. How soft his hair looked. How sweet he looked while sleeping- Uh… How.. How stupid and goofy he looked. Yeah, that's it.

"...hmm..ngh.."

The Spaniard looked cold. Lovino slowly crawled over to him, fixing the blanket. Antonio sighed softly in content. Lovino stared as the uncomfortable expression melted into a blissful smile, making the Italian blush and smile slightly. He looked at the sleeping man for a while, then slowly lifted a hand to gently stroke Antonio's hair.

Soft. Like he thought it would be. Lovino smiled a bit more, softly running his fingers through the other's brown curls, twirling them around his finger. He would've kept doing this forever if Antonio didn't grunt softly in his sleep. Lovino quickly moved away from him.

'What the hell am I doing?'

Lovino shook his head again and he stared at the fire.

'What the fuck am I doing?!'

Lovino hid his face in his hands. Stupid feelings. He wasn't.. He wasn't falling for the Spaniard, right? He.. He was just desperate to have someone close. Y-Yeah. Yeah, that was it. Someone who could watch his back, help him gather supplies, keep him warm at night, listen to him, comfort him, kiss hi-

'NO! STUPID FEELINGS! UGH!' Lovino screamed mentally. He crossed his arms and looked at the fire, trying to push the feelings away.

Time flew by pretty fast and soon it was Antonio's turn to keep watch. Lovino crawled close to Antonio, hesitantly bumping his arm a little bit. "Oi...wake up..."

"Huh...?" Antonio said, groggy. "Oh.. My turn to..*yaaaawn* watch the fire..?" He sat up, rubbing his green eyes. His hair was messed up from sleeping, making him look.. Kinda cute, actually.

Shit.

Lovino just huffed at him and combed the Spaniard's hair quickly with his fingers. Then he froze, realizing what he did. "...S-si..just..si.." He turned to look back at the fire and laid onto the ground.

Oh god...

Lovino used his jacket as his pillow and shut his eyes slowly. He tried to fall asleep, which he soon did.

Antonio had looked a bit confused as Lovino fixed his bed hair. He blushed slightly once the Italian had gone to sleep, and looked at the fire. Biting his lip, he dragged a hand down his face. "Get it together idiot.." He mentally told himself.

After about an hour, Lovino began crawling in his sleep towards Antonio. He felt some warmth very close to him, and since it was still cold, he subconciously moved towards it. Lovino placed his head onto the other's lap once reaching his legs. "...hhrrm.." he grumbled in his sleep and then smiled, trying to pull some of the blanket onto his body.

Antonio's face heated up when Lovino put his head on his lap. He coughed awkwardly, looking back at the fire, his face still red. Feliciano slowly opened his eyes at the sound, and grinned at the sight of his brother nuzzling up against the Spaniard like that. "Knew iiiiit~" he whispered to himself in his sing-song voice, before closing his eyes again.

Lovino felt nice and warm, who wouldn't stay in such a comfy place like this when you could finally just lay innocently like this? Of course Lovino didn't know what he was doing, but he continued sleeping on the Spaniard's lap for a good while. He was sleeptalking a couple times, but they were mostly words like "Basardo" and "Asshole".

Antonio frowned each time Lovino cursed in his sleep. "I really hope you aren't talking about me Lovino. That would be rude." He whispered softly, poking the fire with a stick. Lovino sighed in his sleep and then wrapped his arms around Antonio's waist. The Italian buried his face against the other's chest, almost sitting but still sleeping.

Antonio let out a choked gasp when the Italian wrapped his arms around his waist, his face increasing in redness. He carefully tried to pry Lovino loose, but the Italian had a tight grip on him. "Dios mios..." Antonio groaned in frustration. But at the same time, he kinda liked it, feeling Lovino hold him like this. It felt.. nice.

Lovino kept his cheek on Antonio's chest until he began slowly to slide back down again onto his lap, mumbling something about tomatoes. He even sniffed Antonio's shirt a bit as he liked the scent. "...This tomato smells good.." he whispered quietly in his sleep and smiled.

Antonio nearly burst into laughter, but he tried to keep quiet. "D-Does it?" He whispered, trying to hold in his laughter while smiling. Lovino gave a small nod at Antonio's question and then licked the man's pants a little bit. "...not good..." He huffed and then went quiet again.

Antonio froze, then chuckled softly. "You can't eat that Lovino." He gently stroked the Italian's hair. Feliciano had opened his eyes again, staring at the pair with a smirk on his face. If those two didn't end up together.. He would bet on all the pasta in the world that those two would become a couple.

Eventually.

As Lovino felt Antonio stroking his hair, he opened his eyes slowly and turned to look up at Antonio. "...Wh-what the.." He sat up fast at this point.

'...G-goddammit, what a perv..'

He tried to be calm as he pulled his almost touched curl out of reach for the man's hand.

Why would it be so bad if the curl was touched? Well.. If that curly piece of hair was touched it made him.. feel things. Things that wouldn't be proper in public. It..

Oh for crying out loud, out with it Writer-chan!

Okay, okay.. Sorry.. D:

The curl was an erogenous zone. Yeah. Google it if you don't know what it is. Wait, it's the zombie apocalypse, the internet is dead.. Uhm.. AAAAAAAAnyways….

Antonio pulled his hand away as soon as Lovino sat up. "Whoa, easy there.." Lovino's face was a bit red at this point, but he just laid back down, his back towards Antonio. He just stared at the wall nervoustly. His curl was pretty messed up from embarrassement. Yes, it reacted to his emotions too, shut up!

"Hehehe.." Feliciano chuckled softly, who was still wide awake."That was adorable." He whispered in Italian to his brother, a smirk on his face. Lovino turned to look at his brother quickly with wide eyes. "D-Don't tell me you saw that...go-goddamit with you, don't say a word or you're ...uh...something we don't want you to be..." He hissed in Italian.

"Okay~ I won't tell anyone you snuggled up to him~" Feliciano mused in Italian, a teasing tone in his voice. Antonio of course did not understand a word of all this, though he knew they were talking about the.. 'incident'.

Lovino gave Antonio a small glare until he turned around and tried to continue sleeping. "..I won't admit anything about this..." Lovino hissed, still in Italian, to his brother. Feliciano hummed a small part of a song for a moment. "I won't say I'm in love" from the movie Hercules. He chuckled as his brother just grumbled. Tsundere as heck. As always.

Lovino growled softly as he recognized the song. Welp, that kinda fit him now. N-Not that he was in love! He was not. No way. Whatever gave you that idea? The Italian huffed. Eventually, Lovino fell asleep again.

The morning had come. Antonio gently shook the two brothers awake. "Come on, wake up.." Feliciano was easy to wake, but with Lovino he promptly got hit in the nose. Frowning, he backed up. Luckily his nose was not broken. "Well, excuse me..."

Lovino gave Antonio just some small groans as he turned his back to the Spaniard. "...Ten more minutes, asshole.." He was just goddamn hard to wake up.. "...grh..."

"Fratelloooooo~" Felicanio whined, hugging(crushing) his brother. "Be nice to Toni~" Lovino let out another louder groan as the male crushed him under his hugs. "...G-goddammit Feliciano..! Stop..." He tried to push him away and turned to try and sleep on his stomach. "Fuck it."

Feliciano smirked, leaning down to whisper something in Italian to Lovino. "I think we should leave that to HIM." He was talking about Antonio. Lovino let out a small yelp once Feliciano said something really private and embarrassing. "...F-Feliciano! " He blushed pretty hard and pushed Feliciano off of him. "...I-I'm awake!" he yelled, in English so Antonio could understand.

Feliciano laughed softly. Antonio looked at Lovino and smiled. "Great! Here." He tossed him and his brother a package of dried fruit. "Eat up. We're leaving in a few minutes." The Spaniard has changed into clean clothes already, his shirt having a chicken picture on it saying; "Let's eat!"

Lovino ate half of the package and offered some to his brother. "I'm ready to move right now...do you have the map I gave you Antonio?", he asked as he put on his backpack. "Si~" Antonio said, pulling out the map with a big smile.

Feliciano ate the rest of the package, standing up after eating it all. He scratched his neck, frowning at the scar of where he was bitten before becoming a walker. It was still there, making it look like he was bitten maybe an hour ago. Feeling discusted by the mark, he pulled his sweater highter against his neck.

Lovino gave Feliciano a small frown and then patted his shoulder. "...We'll be fine dammit.." He opened the map after taking it from Antonio. "...I think we should get a working car somewhere, if we're lucky enough, and not drive along the big roads..." He murmured. "We can stop by some smaller markets on the way if there's any.."

"Sounds like a plan. Come on." Antonio had grabbed his stuff as well. He glanced at Feli, and handed him the axe that was standing next to the fireplace. "You think you can handle this?"

"S-Si." Feliciano said, studying the weapon. Lovino sighed as he walked out of the shack and began looking around nervously.

"...Clear."

He kept the gun close to his hand in case of infected. They did run fucking fast.. "...Maybe there's a working car in someone's yard...there's lots of cars just a couple miles ahead.."

"Okay. Better get walking then." Antonio concluded. The 3 of them started walking, Antonio keeping a look-out for any infected that might see them. After walking for a while, they saw two horses standing at the side of the road. The animals looked roughed up, their beige coat scarred and burned. Hearing the trio approace, they got a bit scared, neighing a bit paniced.

As Lovino noticed the horses, he pointed them out to his brother and.. friend, "No gas needed" He grinned a bit and then poked his brother fast. "You can handle them, si?" He tilted his head slowly and frowned. "I can help if you need, but we really need those horses and they might be our only chance to get faster.."

"Alright." Feli said, handing his axe to his brother, and walked slowly to the horses. The animals backed up a bit, clearly distrustful. "Ssssh.. It's alright bella.. I'm not gonna hurt you.." The boy coo-ed softly, holding out his hand. One of the horses slowly walked up to him, sniffing his hand. Deeming him trustworthy, the animal allowed Feliciano to pet her. The boy smiled, coo-ing Italian words at the horse.

The other horse looked right at Lovino, tilting his head. He slowly walked up to the older Italian, couriously sniffing him. Antonio chuckled. "Aww~ He likes you!"

As the horse walked up to him, Lovino gave it a small nervous stare, then offered his hand to it to pet it. "...I...It's okay dammit..." He closed his eyes quickly.

'Holy shit it's a big horse..' The Italian thought, trying to keep calm. He could feel the horse's breath on his hand, then a warm muzzle pressing against his palm. Antonio chuckled, petting the horse as well. "You can open your eyes Lovino. He won't hurt you."

Lovino slowly opened his eyes. "...I-I'm not scared...It's just fucking huge..d-dammit.." he cursed quietly and then pet the animal gently with his hand. "They don't look hungry, only a bit damaged, maybe because of zombies or just because they have travelled so much...or something else.. Uhm...Well, maybe we can ride on them...?"

"Of course we can! Whoa, easy bella.." Feliciano had already managed to climb on his horse, holding the reighs that the animal still had on tightly. He giggled slightly at his brother's confused look. "What?~ She likes me."

"...I'm not going to ride that..." Lovino turned to Antonio and glared at him. "...You can dammit." He hopped onto the other horse while waiting for Antonio to get onto the male horse.

The male horse let out a disappointed neigh at the rejection. Antonio chuckled, mounting the horse. "It's okay. He's just shy." He told the horse in Spanish. Feliciano chuckled when Lovino hopped onto the horse behind him. "Are you scared Lovi?~" he teased in Italian.

Lovino gave Feliciano a small huff and held the other's waist. "...I...I'm not..." He hissed while his legs trembled a little bit. Who the hell wouldn't be scared of stuff like this? These were big fucking horses and fucking...horses..

"Suuuuure..." His brother said. Antonio looked at the two, wondering what they were talking about. Then he snapped out of it. "Okay then. Let's go." He pressed his heels into the sides of the horse's stomach, while flicking the reighs and clicking his tongue. The horse started walking. Feliciano did the same with his horse. And they were on their way again.