Arthur and Alfred looked around the room. "We have medical supplies, food, a secure shelter.. Are you sure you st-"

"Yes, this place won't be so secure if zombies get in when we have no weapons. We're going and it's final." He left to go check outside with Ivan and the others. Once there he saw the two smaller nations opening the door for Ivan. "Yo, what the hell are you doing?" He jogged over before freezing, seeing what was going on.

Outside lay a body on the ground, The couldn't tell if it was infected and was breathing softly still, though with the injuries it would have to have medical attention before they died. Ivan walked out to the body with his pipe in hand, the other two quickly grabbed their guns and aimed around. Alfred followed him outside a bit and watched as he got his gun out.

Ivan knelt by the body, the surroundings were quiet, more quiet than Alfred liked them, it made his skin crawl and his heart beat faster. It made him feel as though he were in the horror movies he would always watch, but he had a small confidence boost when the hero's would always win. And he was the hero after all.

Ivan reached over and carefully gripped the body's shoulder before turning it over. As it moved, a low growl came from it, the eyes looked up and glared at him before moving quicker then the others could respond.

The man's body was of a human, and he quickly sunk his teeth into Ivan's arm. He let out a cry as he swung his pipe. The pipe quickly swung through the man's head, his skull and brain splattering across the ground, the clenched jaw taking out a portion of Ivan's flesh and skin.

Ivan stumbled back a bit as Alfred quickly ran over. The other two rushed over as well as Alfred acted fast. He tore a part of Ivan's tattered scarf and tied it tightly above the wound to slow the blood flow.

"Dude, help me bring him in!" Lithuania and Estonia nodded quickly and helped Ivan up, but he stopped them.

"Nyet! I am infected... I cannot go in.." He pulled from their grasp as the blood around his raw, exposed flesh turned darker.

"We can't just lea-" Estonia started

"It is not safe!" Ivan kept his eyes down, Alfred swore he saw some fear in them before Ivan grabbed the barrel of Lithuania's gun and held it against his head. "Shoot comrade!"

"Mr. Russia.. I-I can't-"

"Cut it..." Alfred spoke quietly. The others looked over as he grabbed his knife out. "Cut it off before it spreads.." He looked to Ivan who looked back slightly confused before understanding and nodding. Alfred looked to the others. "Hold him."

The other two held him down as Alfred worked quick, tightening the fragment of scarf to cut off the circulation as he took his knife and began to cut above the wound and tainted blood. When the knife cut deep, Ivan cried out and pulled a bit as the other two did their best to keep him down. Alfred dug the knife deeper and deeper in his arm, trying to hurry so they would get him in side with the medical supplies fast enough.

It lasted a couple minutes before Ivan stopped. He was still breathing but his body went into shock as he fell unconscious. The other two tried to help Alfred how they could as he cut around the bone. While Ivan was still unconscious, Alfred looked to the others a bit worried, they knew they would have to break the bone.

Once it was removed, Alfred quickly lifted him up and brought him in, the other two followed and locked the door tight. Alfred rushed up to the others, they all were horrified at the image of a unconscious, and extremely pale Ivan bleeding from the arm which was for the most part missing.

Belarus quickly gathered supplies with Latvia's help. Alfred laid him down and stepped back as the others tended to his wound and gave him blood transfusions. Alfred watched, he had to admit he was horribly worried for the nation he long time called enemy.

Arthur came and brought him out. "What happened..?"

"He was bit.. He was going to be infected." Alfred was still dazed from the shock.

"And you were the one that..." Alfred nodded and looked down. Arthur patted his back. "That was a good call. Better to loose a limb then to die." Alfred nodded again before looking over.

"How's Mattie?" He looked to see the other nations expression fall slightly.

"He's stable and fine physically.."

"Physically..? What do you mean? That's good isn't it?"

"Yes... But he's still having troubles mentally.. With France..."

"What do you mean troubles?"

"He's having bad night terrors. He was screaming a little while ago before he was given a sedative." Arthur was sad to admit. Alfred looked to him, slightly doubtful that his brother of all nations would need to be drugged.

He walked from Arthur and peeked into the room where Matthew was. He saw his brother sleeping still. He walked over quietly and sat on the side of the bed, taking his hand. "It'll be okay Mattie, it wasn't your fault.. We're going to make it through this.. You'll see, I'm the hero and you're too pure to die.." He rubbed his thumb on the back of the Canadians hand before noticing him stir a bit.

"Alfred...?" His voice was soft and confused. He slowly started to open his eyes, confusion filling them.

"Hey bro, how are you feeling?" He looked to him worried.

"Um.." He looked to him and blinked a bit. To the poor Canadian he saw Alfred's face form into one very much like Francis' and he looked down quickly. "Why are you here...?"

Alfred looked to him just as confused. "Mattie, I came to check on you, why wouldn't I-"

"I killed you though... I murdered you..." His eyes teared as he looked back over, Alfred watched his expression change as he saw Alfred come back. "A-Al..?"

Alfred didn't know what to say, he quickly hugged his brother tightly and held him close. "I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.. I should have kept your shift.."

Matthew hugged him and clung to him as he shook his head. "No, it's not."

Alfred pulled back to look in his eyes. "I promise everything will be okay."

Matthew nodded to him and looked down as Arthur came in. "I see you're up." Matthew nodded. "How are you feeling lad?"

"I'm o-"

"He's fine." Alfred quickly cut in causing the two to look at him. "Everything is fine and we're going to go to the armoury in 3 days. No need to check on him, I can handle it." He looked to the Canadian who just nodded.

"Oh um.. Alright.. I mostly came in to see if the lad was hungry."

"Oh, yeah.. That'd be good. It'll be fine Mattie" Alfred nodded as he walked to the door and looked to Matthew. Matthew didn't exactly want him to go after the things he's been seeing but nodded. Alfred looked to Arthur, "You'd better take care of him while I'm out."

"Where are you going?"

"Someone's gotta take over the commies watch." He headed out, leaving the two alone, he could hear Matthew ask questions about what was going on. He walked to a room a couple doors down to Ivan's room, he peeked in to see Belarus staring at Ivan as he rested. "How's he doing?"

"Fine." Her voice was flat and emotionless. Alfred walked in.

"Yeah, I'm sorry bout what happened. But there wasn't any-"

"I know." She quickly said. "Do you need anything else or just came to tell me how this wasn't YOUR fault?" She glared at him.

"I came to check up o-"

"He's fine. Now you can go."

He nodded a little before leaving. He grabbed his gun and went to stand watch with the other two.