"I'm sure he's still alive." France muttered, stroking Seychelles' head. "Canada's smart." He was more trying to convince himself of that fact. After the wall collapsed, cutting them off from Canada, he'd been more worried than Seychelles. She'd already saved him from a hunter twice- the same hunter, twice, before they'd reached the safe house. Or, at least the street it was located on.

"Y-yea... Canada's really smart..." She nodded, looking around a corner with a mirror attached to a wire coat hanger. "Ah.. F-France, there's a Boomer down here..." She whispered, looking towards him. "Should we find another route?" France looked into the mirror, seeing both the Boomer and the safe house door at once.

"I don't think we can make it if we have to go another way..." He muttered, checking his weapon. He was almost out of rounds, and the axe he found a few miles back was split down the handle. "We'll have to find a way to get rid of it." Looking around, France noticed a trellis clinging to the wall of a house. "Let's try climbing to the top there."

The duo slipped through the rusted gate into a garden, scaling the trellis slowly. A thorn cut into France's hand. He winced, reaching up for another hold. Seychelles climbed over the roof first, holding a hand to pull France over.

"I feel so old..." He sighed, rubbing his back and stretching. Never in so long had he felt as bad as he did then. The hunter attacks earlier hadn't done more than tear through his shirt and coat, and the worst had been a few light scratches, but they stung now. His eyes felt heavy, and he was almost tempted to stretch out on the roof and sleep under the warm sun, but considering the state of the current world, it wasn't much a plan with sense.

There were always sleeping bags waiting in the safe rooms, and as soon as they cleared the Boomer, it was good for them. "Where'd the monster go...?" Checking his magnum, France clung to the roof and inched forward, searching for the Boomer. He could make out its trademark gurgling before he could see it. 'Must be just under here...'

His head peeked over the roof and met the glowing yellow eyes of the very creature he'd meant to destroy. With a growl, the Boomer took a breath. France pulled back just in time to miss the fountain of green goo directly, only gaining a few more stains to his pants and shoes at the splash. Moments after France scrambled to his feet with the help of Seychelles, the Boomer pulled its head over the side of the roof and opened its mouth again.

Being as France was in front of Seychelles, she was sparred from the damage. France, however, was now thoroughly coated in the bile from his head down. Blinded, he was unable to aim correctly and hoped the shot would take the creature down, then they could climb back down and make a run for it beforehand the horde showed. Already sounds of their feet could be heard.

France shot several times, along with Seychelles until they were knocked off their feet by the blast from exploded Boomer.

As soon as the bile's blinding effect wore off, France and Seychelles were off, rapidly approaching the safe house. Looking back, zombies were beginning to appear. "Down here!" They both climbed off the roof and onto a shorter building, then onto a dumpster by the wall. "Go, go, go!" Feet away from the door. Just feet away. Seychelles reached the door first, gesturing wildly with her hand for him to hurry up.

"Hungry, I doubt they were doing anything inappropriate." Austria stated calmly as he wiped off his glasses with a clean rag.

"But England was limping! And the way they were crawling all over each other-"

"You mean, the way they were trying to kill each other?" Austria cut in, raising an eye as the sparkles that seemed to radiate from Hungary's own set.

"It's not murder, it's love! I know it is!" She sighed then, wrapping an arm loosely around his neck. Before she could go off in another long drawn-out explanation of their 'love', he decided it would be best to change the subject.

"Hungary, why don't you introduce me to our new survivor?" he suggested. It wouldn't hurt to get to know him, after all. Hungary agreed quickly, pulling him to his feet. Austria nearly stumbled, keeping his balance as he was led through camp.

"Hungary, I do know the way on my own... You don't need to lead me so." he sighed.