Romano listened to the radio as Antonio drove the car in the direction of Ludwig's house. The song "Shut Up and Dance" cane on the radio then, and Romano turned the channel. Now, there was the sound of a scared woman on, speaking of the virus. He looked out the window as she talked, and gagged at the scene.
People's guts were on the streets, some were getting eaten alive, and others screamed at the car for help. Antonio just hit the gas and went faster. He didn't want to become one of them.
Houses zoomed past them like a memory, the memory that thirteen hours ago, a person was watering their garden. Someone was walking their dogs. A baby was born. But the flowers were now dead, the dogs were eating the bodies, and the babies were held in the doctors arms as the patients tried to eat them.
There was a military vehicle on the side of the road, crashed, and had the bodies of the soldiers around it. Some snarled and reached for food, the others cried while looking at photos of loved ones. Romano saw an officer being eaten alive by a creature, how his blood was on the ground as well as his guts, his face was clenched up from the pain. He slowly brought a gun to his head and shot, his blood and brains splattering onto the ground.
The car came to a stop, and the Italian yelled. Antonio quickly apologized, stating something about a family of ducks.
"They're probably going to die either way, it's better to put them out of their misery now," Romano said, and Toni wanted to yell that maybe they had a chance but he knew they didn't. He knew that they'd get eaten just like the other, and Romano looked back outside.
Antonio decided to turn the AC off, there was too much rotting flesh smell. It was suffocating, like walking into a morgue. Well, he had never been inside a morgue, but he could picture it now. Walking in and feeling the cool breeze brush your face as the stench hits you, the smell of rotting flesh. But there was no smell of feces nor urine in a morgue. And they cleaned the bodies, so Antonio guessed it might not smell all that bad.
They finally arrived at the house, and Romano ran to knock on the door. He knocked as fast as he could, hoping that someone would be their to open the door before one of those things get him. Antonio wondered if he should get out or not. Someone might steel the truck. They could hot-wire it and then they'd have no truck.
However, a creature came crawling up behind the man at the door, and Antonio tried to get out but the fucking seatbelt was in the way and it was jammed and Antonio was so afraid. So he just started screaming.
"Romano, look out! Romano! Fucking Lovino look out!" Romano then heard, and turned around, only to find the dead right next to him. He brung out his knife, and slashed it in the face. Blood flew from the wound, splashing Romano's face with crimson paint.
It took him by surprise, to feel something warm hit his face. But he had to keep fighting, and Antonio started crying and snot ran down his lips and chin and he wanted to do something but he couldn't because of the goddamn seatbelt.
The Italian then stabbed the thing in it's head, and it stopped. It let out a final gasp, and Romano let go of the knife as it fell to the ground. It laid there for a moment, the smell of feces and urine surrounding it. The urine came from Romano, who had pissed himself during the fight. But who wouldn't?
Blood oozed from the wound as Romano took the knife out slowly and carefully. Some got onto his hands, but he was already covered in shit and urine and god knows what else.
Antonio finally got the seatbelt unstuck, and ran to Romano. He hugged him tightly and weeped as if his soldier had died in battle. Which, it could've gone that way, and Antonio would've had to watch Romano get eaten alive.
"Hey, open up!" Romano yelled, banging at the door once again. There were some footsteps and then a creak, and the door opened. The couple ran inside and got ready to fight.
"What do you need?" A thick German accent came from the tall man, who held a gun in his hand. Romano didn't know what kind of gun, and he didn't really care as long as Ludwig didn't shoot him.
"Feliciano's dead," Antonio stated bluntly, trying not to cry. The blond lowered his gun and the look of horror spread across his face.
"He's…dead?" Ludwig looked down and tears formed in his sorrowful eyes. "Are you sure?"
"I saw him with my own two eyes, he was eating everything that moved." Romano looked away then, tears falling from his eyes as well. The thought of his brother being a creature was tearing him apart, and thinking about his grandfather made it worse.
"Wie könnte ich das geschehen?" The German muttered to hisself. He loved Feliciano, and took his time trying to teach the boy to fight. But now it's all gone to waste, Feliciano being dead and gone. He then broke down, and Gilbert came from the basement door with more weapons.
He stopped when he saw his brother crying, wondering what the hell was going on.
"W-West? What happened?" Gilbert looked at the guests and scowled. "What the hell happened?!" He yelled, putting his hand on his brother's shoulder.
"Fel-Feliciano's dead." Ludwig choked out, wiping his face. Gilbert's angry expression vanished, and was replaced with sadness. Feliciano, the world renown scientist and the most caring person, was dead. His work touched so many people, and now it tote some apart. He didn't deserve this. They didn't deserve this.
They all stood there in the living room, crying about the death of their friend and loved one. Ludwig could remember Feliciano's laugh, how he always took time to tell him he loved him. And then he remembered when he bought the ring the day he found out same sex marriage was legal in the USA, the feeling he got while looking at it. He was going to propose this week. And now he can't even say goodbye.
"We have to go," Gilbert stated dryly, looking out the window. Gunshots were heard as the military strode down the street once again, trying to eradicate the creatures. The others looked at him, and wiped their eyes. They had to be strong. Strong for Feliciano.
"What're we going to do? The army has control of the streets, and I'm sure they're not going to let us through just because we have guns." Romano sat down at that, wondering what the hell they were actually going to do.
"Alright," Gilbert started. "We take the ally ways. They're narrow, so only two can go side-by-side. The army shouldn't be looking in there, anyways, they have more important things to do." He pointed to the window for emphasis.
"We'll make out way north, to the next city. There should be an army group there, trying the quarantine our city. Take the high grounds, and lay low. If they fire at you, shoot at them. You're safety is worth more.
"After that, we'll go ahead and loot at a store, be sure to look around first, and listen. We don't want to lose another member. Then we'll pick up others. Francis, Arthur, Alfred, and Matthew. Got it?"
They all nodded their heads, agreeing with the plan. The door opened, and they all ran for the ally ways. Gilbert was in the front, crouching, gun in hand. Ludwig was next, then Antonio and Romano. The group ran into the ally way, shooting every creature in the head. Romano felt like puking, the stench of death was pulling at his nostrils, and his stomach jumped when it got stronger.
"You okay, Roma?" Antonio's worrisome look made Romano feel a bit better, and he flinched when he heard Ludwig fire off his gun.
"No, it smells like absolute shit," He retorted, covering his nose with his shirt. It didn't help all that much, only made it smell more like his shirt.
"I'll get you a mask or something at the store, okay?" Tonio smiled sweetly at the boy, making him smile back. They all continued to run and shoot until they got into the border of the next city.