"Hey Matt." Alfred went over and smiled a bit, something which was so rare to see in these times. "We're going a few more blocks, you good with that?"
"Yeah, of course." Matthew stood and walked passed them, already knowing where to go. The other two looked to eachother and sighed softly, Matthew was quite stubborn when he wanted to be, especially when proving he wasn't incapable of doing something.
They continued to walk, staying quiet and holding their guns close. The rest of the walk was quiet, not a sign of anything, which was more scary than anything. Once they neared the hospital, they noticed many dead infected bodies scattered on the ground.
The three men slowly approached the hospital before Mattie grabbed the others arms to stop.
"What is it?" Alfred whispered to him. Mattie pointed to a window, a gun barrel pointed at them. Arthur looked to it before taking a step closer, his hands raising. "Excuse me? We're not infected, nor are we here to hurt anyone. We are just looking fo-"
"England?" A voice echoed and the guns pulled back. The voice held a heavy accent and right away Alfred grit his teeth.
The doors opened and the tall man walked out, the setting moon still shon on his light hair and reflected in his violet eyes. His scarf, once his favourite possession was tattered and stained with dirt and blood, but it still hung proudly around his neck.
"R-Russia?" Arthur sounded a bit nervous as he looked at him, Alfred glared and Matthew was more surprised.
"Da, it is me. You are needing help, please, come inside." He gestured into the hospital.
"I think I'd rather stay with the zombies." Alfred said through grit teeth.
Ivan just smiled "It does not bother me what you do Amerika. Either way, one of you needs to come in here, da?" He looked to the Canadian.
Matthew looked down a bit before looking to Alfred. "Come on, we need the shelter. What's in the past is in the past."
Alfred groaned but nodded.
The three of them followed the Russian inside, two smaller men closed the door and barricaded it. Alfred looked over. "Lithuania? Estonia?" They looked over and gave small smiles.
"Hello Mr. America." Taurys greeted quietly.
Arthur looked to them then to the tall man guiding them. "How many are with you?"
Ivan looked to him with a soft smile "The others are this way." He led them further into the old, battle-ridden hostpial. The floors and walls covered with old blood, and dirt and burn marks from explosions of tear gas, flash bangs and not to mention bodies.
Russia walked back to a part of the hospital, there was locks on the doors leading in the section and when he approached, it was unlocked for him. He held the door open for the other three.
"Isn't this the mental part of the hospital?" Arthur looked to him curiously.
"Da, but the rooms are less like hospital and there is more saftey behind these locked doors than us all being separated." Arthur had to admit that it was good security.
They went in to find some familiar faces. There was Latvia, helping carry some supplies, Belarus walked out of a room, even the Italian brothers were there. England looked around, they had a good amount of medical supplies, though food and defense was still low.
"How long have you been here..?" America asked looking at Ivan, not very pleased with having the nation in his lands.
"We've been here for maybe a week. Though we will leave when our supplies are too low to stay." He kept his grin, knowing the others hatred for him.
"Is this everyone you've helped?" Matthew looked to them.
"Da, my sestra is in another room healing. She was attacked last night when a zombie got in. That was my mistake." Latvia gave a look of disbelief to Russia.
"Please Mr. Russia, you were asleep, you couldn't have known that one would get in through another way, even though it was pretty close to your sestras room."
"He is right brudher, do not blame yourself. You are perfect leader." Belarus said before looking at the others, seeing a disapproving face on Alfred. "Is there something on your mind Amerika?"
He grit his teeth, knowing Arthur would scold him if he said something stupid. "No."
"Good." She looked at Matthew. "You are injured? Let us help you." She reached over and took his arm, quickly guiding him to a room before Alfred or Matthew could reply.