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Previously: "Aren't you a sneaky one?" Alfred asked quietly, not expecting an answer. Finally the male came out of a house and sat all the things he had gathered in an old trash bag he had managed to find.
"What are you, cleanup crew?" Alfred shook his head and remained hidden. The blonde looked up and looked around before going back to putting things in the bag. He nodded to himself and picked up the bag as he started to walk away again. Alfred followed behind him at a good distance. The blonde made his way to another house and walked in, but did not come out. Alfred raised a brow and made his way to a window. He peeked in and noticed another human. This male was a red head with sea green eyes. He was skinny but slightly taller than the blonde. The two started to talk.
(Allistor is my name for Scotland who is England's older brother!)
"Allistor, are you okay?" Arthur asked. Allistor nodded and coughed a couple times before leaning on his brother as Arthur laid him down. Arthur took his time in covering his brother up and petting his head while humming.
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Alfred watched the two for a couple minutes before moving to go to the front door. He walked around the side of the house and tripped over some trash. As Alfred fell, he reached for anything to catch him and made a loud noise as the trash can he reached for fell. From inside, Arthur looked over at the window quickly. He rubbed Allistor's cheek before grabbing a knife and making his way to the front door. Arthur placed his hand around the door knob and slowly opened it to peek out in the streets.
"Damn it, that hurt." Alfred said as he got up and wiped dirt from his uniform. He popped his neck and back and sighed as he looked around at the mess he had made. Arthur's eyes widened as he watched Alfred. He quickly closed the door and ran back to Allistor.
"Allistor, can you get up?" Arthur asked. Allistor blankly shook his head no and coughed into his blanket. Arthur tapped his foot and looked around quickly. Alfred noticed a sound much like a door shutting and looked at the house again. He rolled his eyes and went to the door. He knocked and then took the knob into his own hands. He turned it carefully and walked into the house. The house wasn't in such a good shape either.
The walls were peeling with wallpaper and dust was in most areas. Alfred waved his hand in the air and noticed dust particles fly around at the movement. He shook his head and walked to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and noticed it was not cold.
"Powers out obviously." He said to himself and walked to a different room. The bed was stripped of any sheets or pillows and the mattress was torn in different areas. The window in the room was cracked and dirty looking. He sighed and turned to find a knife at his throat.
"Woah."
"What are you doing here!? Get out of my h-hou-"Arthur fell forward and Alfred caught him before he made contact with the ground. Alfred watched as Arthur coughed into his arm nonstop before taking a deep, shaky breath.
"Calm down. Deep breath." Alfred said as he rubbed Arthur's upper arm. Arthur scowled.
"I-I bloody know. Put me down." Arthur ordered. Alfred sighed and set Arthur down. Arthur straightened out his shirt and backed up a couple steps.
"Who are you?" Alfred asked as Arthur looked at him. Arthur shook his head.
"Why would I trust you?" Arthur asked.
"I'm Alfred. Alfred F. Jones. I won't hurt you, please tell me." Alfred said as he held his hands up in defense. Arthur thought for a moment and blinked.
"I'm Arthur. Where do you come from?" Arthur asked as he looked over Alfred's uniform.
"The dome."
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"Computers online." Liz (Hungary) said as she flicked a switch and turned to the number of scientists and officials in the room. Liz was part of the research team that looked after the teams that went outside the dome. She made her way to her computer and put her headset on. Turning to her screen, she pressed a finger to the screen and it flashed on. Liz smiled.
"Incoming message from the Director." Another Scientist spoke as he pressed things on his computer screen. Everyone looked up to the screen and watched as a spark was made and the Director's voice sounded.
"Good Afternoon everyone." The disguised voice said over the blank screen.
"Good Morning Director." Everyone said in unison. The Director of the dome was very high up in power. A new Director was chosen every year on February 1st by dome officials and made the decisions about the teams who would be going out to find any research information. No one but the dome officials knew who the Director was.
The Director cleared his throat.
"It is a good morning. Is the team inside the boundaries?"
"One moment, Director, let me check." Liz said as she scanned something and a map came up on her screen. She tapped it in different places and red dots popped up on the screen.
"4…5…6… Yes sir, all inside the boundaries. Number 6, Alfred F. Jones, is close to the outer limit though." Liz informed. She pressed Alfred's dot and information came on the screen.
"Is he healthy?" The Director asked.
"Yes sir, his vital signs seem fine. His scanner is online and his tracker inside his uniform is at 100%." Liz nodded as she backed out of Alfred's information.
"Good."
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Arthur watched as Alfred scanned some things around the house with curious eyes. He had only once seen others from the dome, but none had come near any of the infected. He kept his arms crossed to appear more intimidating and looked towards the room his brother was in.
"You okay? You keep looking over at that room." Alfred said as he typed things into his scanner. Arthur looked at Alfred and looked at the floor trying to decide if it was the right thing to show his brother to Alfred or not. Alfred looked at Arthur and waited patiently. Many of the infected were known to have a hard time thinking over things since some had brain damage.
"You are from the dome and I guess you're trustworthy for now." Arthur said as he went over to the door and peeked in to make sure Allistor was still awake. Arthur looked back at Alfred and sighed as he opened the door more and walked in quietly. Arthur walked to his brother and sat on the bed next to him.
"How are you doing?" Arthur asked as he rubbed Allistor's cheek and looked to the door. Allistor hummed his acknowledgement of the question and leaned into the touch of his brother. Arthur frowned and fixed the blanket on his brother. Outside the room, Alfred stood in shock but did not let any show. It was rare to find two infected together for two reasons. One, it increased the rate of death for either since there was more infection shared between them. Two, families died off quickly and usually only had one member to survive the longest. Alfred put his scanner into his belt and walked in quietly. Allistor looked at Alfred and looked at Arthur.
"It's okay Alba." (Alba is a nickname for Allistor.) Arthur informed his brother as he got up and walked over to Alfred.
"He's my brother, Allistor. He's been sick longer than I have, but he won't let go. He's torturing himself with this illness." Arthur told Alfred. Alfred looked at Allistor and walked over to feel his head. It was cold which was not a good sign. Usually an infected person would have a fever in the earlier stages of the plague and then go on to have more worse symptoms.
The stages:
Stage 1- A carrier would start to have abnormally strong headaches, sometimes migraines. The carrier would feel tired and weak and would sleep longer than usual. In some cases, a rash would spread along the carriers' throat area and tiny bumps much like chicken pox would appear.
Stage 2- A fever would become a daily thing and would go up and down in temperature till it settled at a higher number. A person would start to have breathing problems or cough constantly. In cases involving a rash, the bumps would spread.
Stage 3- A fever would still be present and would cause cold sweats. Rougher breathing would cause fits of coughing and hacking. Heart palpitations (an irregular or unusually rapid beating of the heart, either because of a medical condition or because of exertion, fear, or anxiety) would occur in the carrier often. Nausea would appear and cause some to throw up. In cases involving a rash, the bumps would start to itch.
Stage 4- The fever would vanish and be replaced with a dizzy feeling, making a person have trouble moving or walking. A person would remain to have cold sweats. Heart palpitations would occur several times a day. In cases involving a rash, the bumps would start to pop if scratched or irritated.
Stage 5- A person would slip into a coma like state with very little brain activity. Death would occur.
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"Arthur, can I lower the blanket a bit. I need to check his skin." Alfred looked at Arthur for an answer. Arthur seemed to tense up but nodded. Alfred nodded back and lowered the blanket to Allistor's stomach. He carefully unbuttoned Allistor's shirt and sighed.
"Thought so." Alfred said as he placed the back of his hand against Allistor's chest. Allistor tensed up and closed his eyes. Arthur walked over and pet Allistor's head.
"Shh Alba." Arthur comforted as he watched Alfred. Alfred kept his hand on Allistor's chest till he felt a palpitation and nodded to himself. He looked at the small bumps on Allistor's chest and neck and then closed up his shirt again.
"Does he scratch at those bumps a lot?" Alfred asked as he rubbed Allistor's upper arm. Arthur looked at Alfred.
"He hasn't scratched at them at all." Arthur replied. Alfred hummed in thought.
"He's in between stage 3 and 4 then."
Sorry for the late update guys! I had a bit of writer's block. Was it good? Bad?
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