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Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I wish i did, but sadly i don't.

Alfred stood at the top of the stairs, glancing from side to side in case something was ready to jump out at him. Stepping cautiously onto the metal stairs, his eyes widened when he saw the usually calm area was up in flames. People were screaming and holding injured parts of their bodies. As they stumbled forwards, dragging their feet, soft groans would begin to escape their lips.

He had to look away when he saw a small child run to his mother, who had been groaning and reaching a hand out to her son. Alfred heard the pain filled scream as the child's mother tore into his flesh, and he told himself that it had to be a dream. All he had to do was wake up, and then everything would go back to normal, right?

Taking another step down, he was too lost in his own thoughts to hear the snapping of hungry jaws under the stairs. Alfred jumped when a bony hand wrapped around his ankle, yanking him down with a surprising amount of strength. Forced down, his chin painfully hit one of the steps, cutting the skin. His eyes drift down to the arm. He could see it was a sickly green color and bits of skin were hanging off, revealing alarming amounts of muscle and bone.

The arm tugged gain, pulling Alfred even further down. The man's jaw began snapping faster, sensing that his next meal was close. Alfred started panicking, not thinking clearly as he kicked out at the stern grip on his ankle. No matter how hard he kicked, the hand wouldn't let go. His fear was rising, and the only thing he could hear was the snap of the man's jaw. A few tears slipped down his face.

He couldn't die. He had to be the hero and save Arthur!

Shaking his head, his hands reached for anything that he could use to stop his gradual descent. His fingers closed around the stair rails, and he tried pulling himself to safety. His muscles strained as he moved himself up, centimetre by centimetre. His fingers were aching, and he was just about to grab the rails with his other hand too when there was a sudden, hard tug. The weak rail snaps, dragging Alfred back down. He hit his chin once more, making blood gush out. Holding the steel rail in his hand, he began panicking again.

He was going to die.

Alfred's eyes blurred with tears. His grip tightened around the rail, with his last bit of energy he kicked again and twisted his body around, driving the rail into the man's arm over and over again. The grip didn't loosen, and he showed no sign of letting go. Alfred gritted his teeth and grabbed the rotting arm. The man's pale eyes turned to him and Alfred looked away. His once brown eyes were now a sickly pale color, and the left eye was hanging out of its socket. His neck had been bitten into and parts of his spine were clearly visible.

He drove the rails into the man's elbow, making his arm snap in two. As soon as the grip loosened, Alfred jumped up and scrambled back up the stairs. Now at the top, he hunched over, panting heavily. Glancing back down, he groaned when he noticed his trusty bat at the bottom of the stairs. Alfred carefully descended the very same flight of stairs, this time keeping his distance from the man. The man's blank eyes followed him, his jaw still snapping and growling. Picking up the bat, he sighed and checked the strangely empty streets.

Making a dash for the parking lot, he dragged his bat along the ground. He was trying to make sparks, as he had noticed when he had been watching the streets that the un-dead had been avoiding the bright flames. Hoping that it would keep most of the hordes of zombies away from him, he tried making small fires on the ground as he ran. It seemed to be working, but every so often one or two would stumble towards him. He would hit them back with one clean swing of his bat, mentally counting how many heads or any other body parts he could knock off.

When he neared the chain-link fence surrounding the parking lot, he slowed to a walk. He took out his wallet and swiped his ID card to open the gate. He frowned when it didn't work. He turned it around and tried again, but the light still didn't change color. Blowing into the key slot, he attempted it one last time. No luck. Alfred rolled his eyes. It really wasn't his day, was it? This thought had crossed his mind just as he absentmindedly threw his bat into the air. It flipped in the air before landing on the other side of the chain-link fence. His eyes widened when he realised what he had done, and he quickly grabbed the fence and began climbing up as fast as he could. The loud clang the bat had emitted when it hit the concrete floor had seemingly echoed throughout the whole city. Loud groans and the sound of clumsy stumbles were now nearing the parking lot.

Alfred reached the top of the fence and jumped down, his legs stinging as he hit the ground. He grabbed the bat, turning back to look at the ravenous horde he had summoned. Men, women, and children of all ages were at the gate and surrounding the chain-link fence, arms reaching into the parking lot in a mindless attempt to grab their next and possibly only meal in their eternal, un-dead lives.

Alfred cursed and ran to the back, frowning as he examined his small, beat-up car. Any of those things could break into the cheap vehicle if they wanted. Also, he was almost out of gas. He kicked the car in frustration. Dammit, how could he have messed up twice?

Walking away from the car, he noticed a body. He raised his bat at the sight, ready to attack, but the body made no sign of moving. He took a step forward. Alfred recognised her; the small, lifeless woman in front of him had been the valet parking girl. She would usually park the cars for the higher class people who didn't want to walk all the way from the parking lot to their penthouse apartment.

He nearly dropped the bat when he saw the gun next to her. A small bullet hole was in her forehead and blood was splattered on the wall. Alfred shook his head. She had been so nice! When he had once broken his foot, she had driven his car to its parking place for free.

Taking one last step towards her, he closed her dull blue eyes, lying her down into a more peaceful position. There were two photos in her hand; one of her family and the other of her boyfriend. They were all wearing bright, innocent smiles. The other hand was clutching a set of keys. Alfred took them, frowning. Stealing from a dead body wasn't right. But if it could save him and Arthur...

There was one word on the keychain; "Hummer." Alfred felt like jumping up and down and crying with joy. The one car that was an absolute beast on the road, and he had the keys to it in his hand. He made his way to the large, yellow hummer and unlocked the door. The car roared to life as he turned the engine on. He smiled, shifting into a comfortable position as he began driving to the gate. Maybe his luck was starting to change.

He wasn't aware of the lifeless eyes watching him, lips slowly beginning to form unmistakable smiles on their un-dead faces.