Matthew laid in silence as he let his brother clean the cuts. Arthur took a sleeping bag they had and covered Francis' body with it, Alfred watched quietly.

"Matthew.. You should rest..." Alfred stood. Matthew looked down a bit and nodded a bit

"Okay.." He looked away before closing his eyes.

Alfred took his gun and walked back to the window, leaning his head against the wall as he looked outside. Arthur looked to Matthew who was quickly falling asleep. He stood and walked over to stand by Alfred. "You should get rest too.."

"I'm fine, it's you who should rest. We haven't had.. I haven't had any action all day." He kept his sight outside. Arthur looked over to Matthew, soft snores coming from him. "Today was his first.. Nation kill..."

"Poor lad..." Arthur looked at the nation, memories and thoughts of how much of a sweet and quiet nation he was. He was hardly ever found in a fight or argument, and he certainly wasn't one to kill a nation either, let alone the one he considered a father figure.

Matthew drifted into sleep, his dreams and concerns were all focused on the thought of France attacking him, and then his death. He curled into a tighter ball, wincing when his bodies movement pulled on his scratches. The moment reinacting in his mind.

"Why did you bring him here...?"

"Excuse me?" He looked to him as his thoughts cleared and focused on the question.

"Why did you bring France here when he was injured like that?" Alfred looked over, though he didn't mean to sound so mean he was upset and concerned for his brother's saftey.

"I brought him because he was a fellow nation, an allie and I assumed his wounds weren't that bad." The Englishman's voice was harsh, offended by the American. Of course he wasn't going to leave Francis behind, he was like a brother, and he knew Alfred would have done the exact same thing in his position.

"You assumed?! You can't assume things like that! France looked half dead when you brought him in!"

There was a loud, painfilled screech echoed through the night causing Alfred and Arthur to tense. Matthew woke up slowly, an ice-chill tingle flowing up and down his spine. He reached over and grabbed his gun, pulling it close to him.

Alfred quickly looked outside, seeing two figures walking slowly towards them. He aimed his gun but Arthur's hand pulled the gun down as he spoke quietly. "There might be more, it would be best to go through the back." Alfred looked from Arthur to the zombies before nodding.

The two went over to Matthew and helped him up before quietly walking around to the back. The sound of banging at the front door echoed through the crisp air and off of the empty walls. Alfred stayed as close as he could to Matthew as they continued.

Once to the back door, they looked outside and snuck out as the front door opened. "How did they find us?" Arthur looked to the other two.

"They must have been following you and Fr.." He trailed off as he saw Matthew's gaze move to the ground. "But we had to get going anyways, we need to get to the armory soon."

Matthew looked over to him suddenly remembering. "Alfred? Did you get the backpack?" Alfred suddenly looked to him, obviously just remembering about it himself. Matthew looked down, trying to think quietly of what to do next.

"The backpack?" Arthur looked to them, feeling out of the loop.

"It had our food and supplies.." Once Alfred spoke this, Arthur's expression soon matched the other two forlorn faces.

They walked in silence, searching around for a new secure shelter and any sign of movement, infected or healthy.

The night was quiet and still, the stars in the sky, the moon near full. It would have been beautiful if there wasn't the eery feeling of someone, or something constantly watching you.

They were travelling for about two hours in total before they heard a soft sniffing followed with a low growl. The three looked to see a couple of dogs, the little hair they had left stood on their back and their lips pulled back in a snarl.

"Alfred?" Mattie looked over to him worried. Alfred reached for his gun, the two dogs raised their heads, a long and loud howl came from them, causing a shiver to run down the mens spines.

"Run." Alfred turned, grabbing Matthew's hand and running, Arthur closely behind.

They ran down the rubble filled street as quickly as they could, the sound of dogs running behind them, the growls growing as more joined. Alfred looked ahead and noticed more infected humans coming out to the sound of the howls. He pulled the two around a sharp corner and continued to run.

The three nations continued to run and dodge in alleys and corners until things slowly became quiet. Alfre pulled them to a small alley to catch their breath.

"Alfred, we really need to find a new shelter. How long do you both usually travel before you settle?" Arthur stood, trying to get his breath to normal.

"We usually travel over a few hours so we actually make it worth while." Alfred stood and leaned against the wall. He looked to his brother who was still panting. "Matthew? Are you okay?" Matthew nodded softly, holding at his chest where the cuts were. "Mattie? Let me see your cuts.." The Canadian was about to argue when his hoodie was pulled open and his shirt pulled up.

The cuts were starting to bleed again, and were turning dark. Arthur looked at it and was getting worried "Alfred.. Could I speak with you?" Matthew looked to him but understood that it was about him so he took a few steps back and leaned against the wall.

Alfred stepped close to Arthur, both assuming the Canadian didn't have the acute hearing that he did, their whispers were heard quite well to him.

"What is it?" Alfred whispered as he looked to Arthur.

"It looks like it's getting infected... Not zombie infected, but like he might get blood poisoning... We need to find a shelter with medical supplies and soon before he gets worse and well..."

"Nothing will happen to him. Not when I'm up and kicking." Alfred glared, his voice still quiet but stern.

"Yes but if you want to keep him alive then you'll know we have to get him medicine and quick before something you can't prevent happens."

"Yeah I know.." He thought a moment and looked around the street to see if there was anything he recognized. "There's a hospital not too far.. About five or seven blocks.." Arthur nodded softly.

"We should get there as soon as we can.." Arthur looked to Matthew who stood and acted like he wasn't paying attention.