Being unconcious did give him a break from his current situation, so that was sorta nice. It did however throw him into the land of dreams. He wasn't sure if that was okay, but hey. Anything better then this hellhole he was in.

His dreams started off alright. Just dreaming about how he pictured life would be after this zombie apocalypse. How he would live with Antonio and the others on the farm.. Happy, without cares or worries.. Maybe he and Antonio would marry. The dream quickly shifted to that picture.

Antonio in a nice suit, the ceremony in a small church.. Friends and family that were still alive being happy for them.. And they would dance together.. Lovino saw it clearly in his mind. His hand in Antonio's, gently waltzing together..

He knew he was luicid during this dream, so he just went with the flow. He looked into Antonio's eyes, smiling lovingly at the grey-ish green colour.

Wait. That wasn't right. Why.. Why was Antonio's skin so.. cold? Grey-ish. Like he was…

Oh god. He wanted to wake up now. NOW.

But he couldn't. It was like his mind refused.

So, since he was luicid anyway, he began to control his dream. He ran away from Antonio, feeling his chest ache as he noticed how bloody the church had become. Hearing Antonio follow him, Lovino stopped. This was a dream. It was not real.

He felt Antonio grab his arm, and then he felt pain. Like Antonio had bit him into his lower arm. Lovino flinched. Not real. Not real.

"L-Lovi..?"

Not real. Not real.

"Lovino..?"

Notrealnotreal. It was just his dream.

"Come on.. You gotta wake up.. Lovi..?"

Lovino blinked, Antonio's face coming into focus.

He was relieved to see that Antonio's eyes were that familiar esmerald green. His face looked a little red, like he had been stressed. Or crying. Yup. He had been crying alright. Antonio cupped Lovino's face, smiling in relief.

"Lovino..!" He whisper-yelled, relieved. "Oh dios mío.. Thank g-god.."

Lovino's eyes widened as he realized he was out of the dream. Antonio was here. Antonio had come to save them. He was here!

"A-Antwoniwo.." The Italian sobbed in relief, his words muffled by the gag. He tried to move closer, only to flinch as his wrist began hurting again. Antonio's eyes flicked up to the bounds around Lovino's wrists. He frowned.

"Oh, dios, your wrist Lovi.. Easy.." He ungagged and untied Lovino, letting the other fall against his chest. "It's okay.. I'm here.." Lovino's breathing was heavy from shock, and tears streamed down his face. "..F-ffuck..d-dammit.."

He felt so relieved to feel Antonio's warmth Italian shivered and shook as he cried softly in Antonio's chest. Antonio was gently rubbing circles over his back, whispering soft words of comfort to him.

"Ssssssssh.. It's okay.. I'm here.. We're gonna get you guys outta here."

We?

Lovino looked up a bit to see Gilbert sitting on ground a few feet away from them. The albino had his sister on his lap, hugging her to his chest. But what really surprised Lovino was the fact that Artemis stood there, next to the corpses of the men who had captured them.

He stared at the red-haired man in confusion, who was currently looking at Gilbert. Artemis had a slightly surprised look on his face. "..Why I saved you? I.. Well. let's just say I had a debt to re-pay." He was fidgeting with a dragon-charm bracelet around his wrist.

Lovino hid his face in Antonio's chest again, blocking out the others. He just wanted to focus on Antonio now. The fact that he was here. He could feel Antonio holding him tightly, like he would never let go. He didn't want him to.

Though when Antonio stood up to help Lovino out, Lovino just stood up with him and managed to peel himself away from Antonio's chest. He did cling to him as they walked out of the building, and Antonio was still whispering Spanish words of comfort to him. Ambrosia was being carried by Artemis, and Lovino soon understood why. That bastard Brock must've gone all out with her..

When they got outside, Lovino wasn't too surprised to see a car standing there. Antonio and Gil must've borrowed it. Or stolen. Doesn't matter in this situation. Gilbert sat down in the driver's seat, and Antonio sat with Lovino on the back seat.

Artemis placed Ambrosia in the passenger's seat next to Gilbert and gave everyone a nod. "Stay safe you guys." And then he began walking away. Gilbert began to frantically gesture to Antonio, who quickly understood and looked at Artemis.

"H-Hey.. Where are you going?" Artemis looked at him and shrugged. "I dunno yet. Anywhere but here."

"You could come with us.."

Artemis shook his head. "Nah. It's okay, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Just go." He started walking away again.

Lovino huffed. "Let that bastard go...he doesn't want to be with us..." Suddenly he realized something. Artemis still had his necklace! "...M-my cross..Antonio..he..took it." He tried to stand up to follow Artemis, but Antonio pulled him down again.

"Nononono.. It's okay. Here." He pulled the cross necklace from his pocket. "Ta-daah.." The man chuckled. Lovino felt tears in his eyes and smiled. He didn't know how Antonio had gotten it back, but he didn't care.

Antonio smiled back. He tied the string around Lovino's neck so he was wearing the necklace again. Lovino held the cross in his hand and leaned against Antonio's shoulder, closing his eyes. He fell into a light sleep, listening to Antonio's gentle whispers.

Eventually he felt the car drive onto the farm, but he kept his eyes close. Antonio shook him lightly, but Lovino just curled against him. Lovino felt the Spaniard chuckle, and suddenly he was picked up bridal style and carried away.

Lovino was carried into the house, to his room. As he was placed into his bed, Lovino opened his eyes and grabbed Antonio's arm with his good hand. "D-Don't go.."

Antonio gave Lovino a soft and loving smile. "I wasn't planning on that Lovi.." He said softly, sitting down next to Lovino on the bed. Seeing the hickey on Lovino's neck, the Spaniard scowled and cursed quietly in Spanish. He sighed, looking at Lovino with shimmering eyes, looking very close to crying.

Oh damn it… Lovino couldn't handle seeing Antonio cry. So.. He wrapped his arm around Antonio's neck and pulled him close to kiss him. "...I'm...fine.." He whispered, even though he was lying through his teeth.

Antonio shivered slightly, beginning to shake as tears began flowing down his cheeks. "I... I'm sorry, I... I'm just so happy you're okay... I was so fucking scared... I thought..." It took a few sobs to regain his words again. "I thought I lost you..." he whispered softly.

Lovino shivered a little, trying to keep himself from crying. "...I-I'm fine dammit.." He tried to kiss Antonio, just so he wouldn't have to look at that crying face. So he could keep his own tears inside. Antonio's lips had a salty taste, probably from his tears.

After a while of soft kisses, Lovino let go of Antonio and winched in pain as he accidently hurt his broken wrist. "F-Fuck.." Antonio noticed the winch and looked down at Lovino's wrist, which looked blue and bruised. A little hump under his skin showed that the bone has clearly snapped.

"...We need to get that fixed. Come on, perhaps Feli can help."

Antonio helped Lovino stand up. Seeing him wince in pain from time to time he frowned. They went to the living room. Eline sat on the couch, Ambrosia curled up sleeping in her lap. Ambrosia had clean clothes on, and was gripping Eline's shirt tightly. The brunette gave a soft chuckle when she noticed the two men looking.

"She won't let go of me anymore.. I don't blame her."

Lovino leaned Antonio as he felt relaxed seeing Ambrosia sleeping. Oh god, he wanted to sleep too but at that moment.. it wouldn't work as his body was still in shock from everything that happened. "...nh...How long does it take for my wrist to heal dammit.."

Feli looked up from his position at the kitchen table, walking over to inspect his brother's wrist carefully. "I'll have to set it first.. Then it may take a few weeks. Come, you better sit down for this." He set Lovino on a chair. "Ready? This is gonna hurt." The Italian asked, holding his brother's wrist, ready to snap it back into place.

Lovino looked a bit shocked as he heard that Feliciano had to snap it back into place. "W-Wait.. Are you fucking sure you can do it...?" He asked quietly. "Si, now get ready.." Feliciano said, but Lovino pulled his wrist away, even though that fucking hurt.

"Nonono! It will fucking hurt.." Lovino clenched Antonio's shirt with his good hand. "...I-It'll hurt.." He whimpered. "It'll be okay Lovi.. Just look at me okay? Just look at me and breathe." Antonio said, trying to reassure him. He took Lovino's good hand, holding it as he looked at the scared Italian. "If it hurts, you can crush my hand as much as you need to." Feliciano smiled softly. "It's over before you know it fratello. On 3 okay?"

"But...fucking hell dammit.." Lovino bit his lip but then just gritted his teeth together as his brother said he would be counting. He kept a tight grip on Antonio's hand. "..J-Just do it quick dammit!" he yelled while clenching his eyes closed tightly.

Feliciano gave a quick nod, and quickly snapped the joint back into place. Antonio grit his teeth in pain as Lovino let out a pained yell and nearly crushed his hand. But he refused to show Lovino that he was hurting him. "Sssssssh... It's okay... Breathe. It will stop hurting so much in a minute." He said, rubbing Lovino's back with his other hand. Ambrosia startled awake at the yell, looking around the room a bit paniced. Seeing she was in her own house, she relaxed a bit. "Y-You okay Lovino..?"

Lovino was panting loudly, a few tears spilling out of his eyes. "G..g-g-goddammit.." He glanced at Ambrosia and nodded at her question. Ambrosia nodded, snuggling into her girlfriend's embrace again.

"There we go..." Feli smiled softly, making a custom brace with a strong piece of wood and cloth. This way Lovino wouldn't be able to move his wrist in any way until it was healed. "There." Feli said as he finished with the brace. "Better? You'll need to wear it for about 3 weeks. If you shower, try to not make it too wet, or just cover it with some plastic bag. And please.. Don't break a bone like that again fratello."

"I'm not going to dammit...and it wasn't my fault..." Lovino groaned. "I know fratello. I just said that because I wouldn't wanna do that again." Feli chuckled. Lovino just gave his brother a small glare and then turned to Antonio. "...I want to go back to the bedroom… I'm really fucking tired.."

Antonio helped Lovino up, but was stopped by Feli. "Wait.. Lovino, are there other injuries you're not mentioning?" Lovino was silent for a moment. He could tell Feliciano about the punch to his stomach, but.. It was probably not that bad. He had been in fights before. Now this punch hurt a little more, but.. It would be fine.

"I'm fine, let me go to sleep..Thanks for the hand.." Lovino smiled faintly. "Alright then." Feli smiled. Antonio helped Lovino to his room, tucking him in a bit, just sitting next to him on the bed. The Spaniard gently stroked Lovino's hair, avoiding the curl. "Go to sleep, okay? I'll stay here."

Lovino stared at Antonio, letting out a small sigh. "...I will.. I feel sleepy already anyway." He held Antonio's hand for a while as he shut his eyes, soon falling asleep. His stomach hurt a lot though.. Eh, it was probably nothing.

As Lovino was pulled into the land of sleep, his mind decided to be a damn bitch. Nightmares, yay! Awesome, great! Not. He was in a dark room, his wrist and stomach hurting like a bitch. Whispers echoed though the darkness, mocking him and saying hurtful things.

"You really can't do anything right, now can you?"

"Pathetic."

"No wonder nobody likes you."

"Why can't you be more like Feliciano?"

"You're going to die alone, you know that right?"

"Useless."

"You killed the poor dog, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?! MURDERER!"

"Ah Lovi, haven't you figured it out yet? You're mine. All MINE. And there's nothing you can do about it."

The voices were evil, closing in on him like snakes. Lovino swatted around him, trying to get rid of the voices. He ran. Suddenly he found himself in an old abandoned house. It looked like a normal family house, but it was clear nobody lived there walls were rotting away, the floor was half broken.

Lovino looked around the house, and suddenly he noticed Antonio standing outside, crying into his own hands. 4 other people stood next to him, their features vague. Lovino had never seen them before. He tried to call out to Antonio, but the Spaniard was taken away by the 4 people.

"ANTONIO! DON'T GO!"

"Lovino..? Lovi, are you okay? Lovino, wake up!"

Lovino gasped wide awake, feeling like he could finally breathe. He stared up, seeing Antonio's worried face. Giving a soft sob, Lovino hugged Antonio, but then pushed him away. "..." Lovino just hid under his blanket, weeping quietly.

"..Lovino..?"

Antonio moved the blanket away. "W-What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He softly touched his lover's shoulder. "Lovi?" Lovino shook his head and groaned softly. "I just had a nightmare..." He whispered, curling up more. "It's nothing.."

"What was your nightmare about?"

Lovino bit his lip. He couldn't really tell Antonio about his silly fear of being rejected or abandoned.. "...It was about zombies breaking in...T-They tried to eat you and...everyone else." He rubbed back of his head slowly, biting his lip. He just hoped Antonio would believe him.

Luckily he did.

Antonio gave Lovino a hug. "Oh Lovi.. It's okay.. Listen." Lovino could hear Antonio's heartbeat beating steadily against his ear. "You hear that? I'm still alive and kicking. And so is everyone else here. We're not going down that easily."

Somehow Antonio's heartbeat made Lovino calm down a bit. "...mnh..S-Si...I should...just go back to sleep, si?" He tried to smile at Antonio, not really succeeding. He gently pushed Antonio away.

Antonio gave a nod, gently kissing Lovino's forehead as the Italian layed down again. "That's okay. I'm right here if you need me." He sat down in a chair next to Lovino's bed, resting his head on his hand and closing his eyes.

Lovino watched Antonio, listening to the sound of the Spaniard's breathing slowing down as he fell victim to the sandman. The Italian rolled onto his back, feeling his stomach a little and looking under his shirt at the punched area.

It was a very dark bruise, almost black. Damn that Zanna.. She had really punched him hard. Lovino huffed bitterly, hoping she would fall prey to the undead soon. Or something worse. She deserved it, damn bitch.

Lovino sighed softly, laying on his side again. He watched Antonio's face, which was lit up beautifully in the moonlight shining through the curtains. He slowly reached his hand out, carefully taking Antonio's free hand. The feeling of the other's skin, even with all the scars and callus that had formed on his hands, calmed him and made him feel safe. Giving a soft yawn and clenching Antonio's hand a little tighter, Lovino closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next couple of weeks/months were quiet, though the tention was thick. Ambrosia stuck to Eline like a child, often waking up in the middle of the night because of the nightmares. Eline comforted her a best as she could, but the brunette was tired too. But that wasn't the main problem.

It seemed like Amber was sick. Maybe because that bastard gave her some STD, or it was something she ate. But one thing was clear. It made her puke. A lot.

One morning, Antonio and Lovino were milking one of the cows when they heard Ambrosia empty her stomach into an empty bucket again. Antonio frowned. "You okay there chica?"

"I.. I'm.. Urgh.. I'm fine.."

Lovino stared at Ambrosia as she puked again. In the morning. Always in the morning. He had figured out what it was recently, but just the thought of that made him feel so… sick that he said nothing.

Morning sickness. One of the first symptoms of pregnancy. Pregnancy. That bastard had made her pregnant. His seed had made an embryo grow inside her. The bastard's child was growing inside her..

But he couldn't tell her that.. "...I'm sure it'll be okay soon.." Lovino said softly, turning back to the cow.

Ambrosia stopped puking after a while, and wiped her mouth with a shaking hand. "That's what you said last week Lovino.. I'm not sure I can believe that anymore.." She muttered quietly, emptying the bucket into a big container they used to gather old organic material.

As she walked away, Eline came walking towards her, the look on her girlfriend's face enough for her to open her arms, inviting her for a hug. Which Amber gladly accepted. Antonio shook his head, frowning. "Poor chica... I really hope it isn't what I think it is.. That would break her."

Lovino turned to look at Antonio and nodded slowly, "...I have to say...it's 99% sure that she's getting an ugly one. That man wasn't the pretties of them all... S-So unless Gil has his way to...kill it..." He said quietly and then he hissed. "..Fuck it's all my fault...I shouldn't have taken her with me.." He finished milking the cow and lowered his head.

"Lovino, don't blame yourself. She wanted to go with you. And maybe she isn't even.. You know. Maybe it's just some weird illness that makes you.. Oh who am I kidding.." Antonio sighed, looking at Ambrosia, who went into the house. "The poor chica's pregnant. Not doubt about it.."

Lovino rolled his eyes and sighed. "...I know..dammit.." He stood up, emptying the bucket of milk into a storage cillinder. Even though Ambrosia had been sick, Lovino was still 'sick' too. His stomach still hurt, and he often had nightmares of slimy hands touching him all over. He had refused sex because of those two reasons, and had just made up the excuse of not being in the mood.

Luckily Antonio respected that, but… Lovino knew the man would get frustrated eventually. Weeks with only your hand as relief would drive him crazy too.

"You… You done?" Lovino asked softly. Antonio smiled and nodded, emptying his bucket as well in the container. Lovino walked over to him and hugged him for a moment. "...Are you feeling okay..?"

"Of course I'm okay Lovi~" Antonio pecked Lovino's cheek with a smile, making Lovino close one eye. "M-mh...okay.." Lovino nodded and left the barn for a moment.

He stood there for a while, staring out to beyond the fench. A shudder went through him as the thought of those men coming for them flickering in his brain. 'No Lovino, don't be stupid. There's no way they would go a few miles just to regain 2 people they kidnapped and who could be replaced.' Lovino scolded himself.

To get his mind of things, he just walked inside. Seeing Feliciano and Gilbert go into the bathroom, Lovino rose an eyebrow. He walked towards the closed door and listened.

"... Do you want us to remove it?"

That was Feli's voice..

"We can, if you want. We'll figure it out. You don't have to-"

"...No."

Ambrosia. Were they talking about…?

"W-What?"

Feli seemed surprised.

"Don't. Don't risk it. The chance of me dying is too big. I'll... I'll keep it. It's.. It's still my child. Besides.. It's not the baby's fault its father is an asshole."

Lovino felt his throat clench. So she really was pregnant.. God damn it.. And she wanted to keep it?! Okay, granted, an abortion was pretty difficult right now.. How long was she pregnant anyway? A morning after-pill wouldn't work at least.. Maybe 2 or 3 months..?

He was pulled out of his thoughs by Ambrosia chuckling. "Are you already calling me fat Gil?~" There was another silence, and then in a small voice, Ambrosia said "I'm… I'm going to be a mother.." Her voice was happy, but terrified at the same time.

She was scared. Scared of the new life growing inside her. Lovino clenched his fists. Those bastards… Brock… He did this to her. He had to pay. Lovino would make him pay. He would make him bleed for what he did.

He would kill that bastard for this.

Tonight.

Tonight he would sneak out.

Tonight was the night… that he would drive a bullet through Brock's skull.