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[fanfic] Zombie Apocalypse AU Starring Fem!USA- Chapter 12 & 13
Title: Zombie Apocalypse AU Starring Fem!USA- Chapter 12 & 13
Genre: Humor
Characters/Pairings: No pairings. Fem!USA(Amelia), France(Francis), Fem!China (Chun-Yan), U.K.(Arthur), Poland(Feliks), Lithuania(Toris), Estonia(Eduard), fem!Russia(Anya)
Rating: K+
Warnings: Zombie Apocalypse AU
Summary: Francis enjoys the nightlife and Arthur’s friends have spotted more survivors… and more zombies. Like that will stop the trigger-happy heroine.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 & 4, Chapter 5 & 6, Chapter 7 & 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 11 & 12
Also on tumblr.
Chapter 12
Francis enjoyed another beautiful night of silence as he sat in a lawn chair and took a sip of wine from Chun-Yan’s stash. He made it a habit of staying up all night and then going to sleep in Amelia’s wagon after he made breakfast. As long as Amelia didn’t start dashing somewhere, it was a pretty nice sleep in her wagon. He wasn’t forced to stay awake by “The Boss” or anything. He did it because he loved the night, he wanted to protect the ladies, he got full access to the wine, and he refused to share a tent with Arthur.
“About another hour to go until sunrise,” Francis reminded himself. Soon he would have to start making breakfast then get ready for bed. For now, he will enjoy the wine.
Francis heard a noise. He turned and silently observed Anya as she crawled out of her tent and headed towards Amelia’s. She slowly unzipped the tent’s door and carefully entered. Francis took another sip of his wine. He liked where this was going.
“Maybe I should start a bit early today,” Francis muttered, “I don’t think she’s going to last long in there. Believe me, I would know. She kneed me.” He finished his wine then stood up. He quickly folded the lawn chair and put it back in the trailer.
Anya quickly scrambled out of the wagon.
“I knew it,” Francis said to himself in a low voice.
Anya stormed into the men’s tent and dragged a screaming Toris out of it.
“Take one for the team, Toris!” Feliks called out to him.
Toris cried, “Miss Anya! MISS ANYA! What is going on?”
Anya pushed him into her tent then went in herself. She grabbed him tightly. “Toris, I do not like this! It is too hard!”
He wheezed, “Miss… Anya… I am having… trouble… breathing…”
Anya let him go. “Your plan of friendship is not working!”
“Miss Anya, it has only been one day! Friendship does not happen quickly. It might take some time. I thought you were doing pretty well until you started chasing everyone in a rage.”
“I tried to get closer to her by sleeping with her and she kneed me!”
“Why did you think that would work?” Toris shook his head. “Never mind… Do not take it so personally, Miss Anya! I heard Miss Amelia tosses and turns in her sleep from Mr. Francis. He said that she elbowed him in the head constantly.”
“But he deserves to be hit in the head.”
“Miss Anya, you are overthinking things. How about this? People become friends when they both have something in common. What do you and Miss Amelia have in common?”
Anya thought for a moment. “Big breasts.”
Toris blushed. “True but that is not what I meant. You like fighting zombies, right?”
“Yes.”
“Amelia likes fighting zombies too. You two have something in common, see?”
“So… You believe we can become friends by massacring zombies together?”
Toris hesitated. “Yes… Yes you can say that. It is a start.”
“I guess I could try that,” she nodded.
Toris slowly scooched backwards heading for the exit. “How about you go back to sleep for a few hours and wake up to a nice breakfast, OK?” Before she could answer, he made it out of the tent and sprinted off to a safe distance.
Chapter 13
“So your friends told you they found the rest of their group?” Chun-Yan asked Arthur as they stood behind a tree away from the others.
“Shhhh!” Arthur nervously looked around. “Not so loud! There’s bad news. The quickest way to get to them is blocked off by a large group of zombies.”
“I see,” Chun-Yan said in a low voice. “If Amelia finds out, she’ll head straight for them and waste all that precious ammo.”
“Correct.”
“What should we do?”
“Doubling-back the way we came is the safest route. It’ll take three times as long but my friends will make sure we don’t lose them.”
“I understand. We’ll just tell everyone we are heading back to my place and then mention the survivors when we get back to that one road.”
They come out from behind the tree and notice Amelia gearing up with several guns.
Chun-Yan shook her head. “What are you doing now, you crazy girl?”
“My hero sense is tingling. There must be zombies nearby.” Amelia loaded one of her guns.
“No… My friends said haven’t seen any!” Arthur insisted.
“My hero sense is never wrong. They probably just didn’t look hard enough.”
Arthur grumbled. “Fine! There are zombies but we are going to go around and avoid them!”
“No can do!”
“Wait just a minute! There is no need for unnecessary encounters.”
“Heroes can’t just leave zombies running around to infect others. I got to take them out!”
Arthur rubbed his temple. “Keep them damage down to a minimum, will you?”
Francis popped his head out of the wagon-tent. “And don’t burn anything down again!”
“Check this out, Toris!” Feliks called out as he came out of the back of Amelia’s trailer decked out in some her many, many guns. “Grab a few and let us go blast some zombies!”
“Y… You cannot be serious, Mr. Feliks! Put Miss Amelia’s guns back!”
“I wanted to try these guns out since I first saw them. They are huge! The zombies will explode!” Feliks laughed.
“I see your ankle is better,” Toris pointed out to change the subject.
“I am like the phoenix. Instead of rising from ashes, my ankle mysteriously heals just like that! It is crazy, yes?”
“You just wanted me to pull you in the wagon,” Toris said in an irritated tone.
“Here you go!” Feliks he handed Toris a rifle. “You worry too much! If things go wrong, we just hide behind Miss Hero. It will be fine.”
Amelia shouted, “Whoever’s going with me… LET’S GO! Everyone else… WATCH MY STUFF!” She obnoxious laughed as she started racing up the road. “HERO!”
Feliks followed right behind her. “Come on, Toris! It will be lots of fun!”
“I cannot believe this,” Toris muttered sadly before running behind them. “WAIT FOR ME!”
Anya sat up from the tree she was sitting against and stretched. “That is right. We can bond over killing zombies. I will go with them then.” She grabbed her shovel.
“Don’t you want to take a gun or something?” Chun-Yan asked her.
“My shovel will be good enough,” Anya assured her with frightening smile.
Genre: Humor
Characters/Pairings: No pairings. Fem!USA(Amelia), France(Francis), Fem!China (Chun-Yan), U.K.(Arthur), Poland(Feliks), Lithuania(Toris), Estonia(Eduard), fem!Russia(Anya)
Rating: K+
Warnings: Zombie Apocalypse AU
Summary: Francis enjoys the nightlife and Arthur’s friends have spotted more survivors… and more zombies. Like that will stop the trigger-happy heroine.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 & 4, Chapter 5 & 6, Chapter 7 & 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 11 & 12
Also on tumblr.
Chapter 12
Francis enjoyed another beautiful night of silence as he sat in a lawn chair and took a sip of wine from Chun-Yan’s stash. He made it a habit of staying up all night and then going to sleep in Amelia’s wagon after he made breakfast. As long as Amelia didn’t start dashing somewhere, it was a pretty nice sleep in her wagon. He wasn’t forced to stay awake by “The Boss” or anything. He did it because he loved the night, he wanted to protect the ladies, he got full access to the wine, and he refused to share a tent with Arthur.
“About another hour to go until sunrise,” Francis reminded himself. Soon he would have to start making breakfast then get ready for bed. For now, he will enjoy the wine.
Francis heard a noise. He turned and silently observed Anya as she crawled out of her tent and headed towards Amelia’s. She slowly unzipped the tent’s door and carefully entered. Francis took another sip of his wine. He liked where this was going.
“Maybe I should start a bit early today,” Francis muttered, “I don’t think she’s going to last long in there. Believe me, I would know. She kneed me.” He finished his wine then stood up. He quickly folded the lawn chair and put it back in the trailer.
Anya quickly scrambled out of the wagon.
“I knew it,” Francis said to himself in a low voice.
Anya stormed into the men’s tent and dragged a screaming Toris out of it.
“Take one for the team, Toris!” Feliks called out to him.
Toris cried, “Miss Anya! MISS ANYA! What is going on?”
Anya pushed him into her tent then went in herself. She grabbed him tightly. “Toris, I do not like this! It is too hard!”
He wheezed, “Miss… Anya… I am having… trouble… breathing…”
Anya let him go. “Your plan of friendship is not working!”
“Miss Anya, it has only been one day! Friendship does not happen quickly. It might take some time. I thought you were doing pretty well until you started chasing everyone in a rage.”
“I tried to get closer to her by sleeping with her and she kneed me!”
“Why did you think that would work?” Toris shook his head. “Never mind… Do not take it so personally, Miss Anya! I heard Miss Amelia tosses and turns in her sleep from Mr. Francis. He said that she elbowed him in the head constantly.”
“But he deserves to be hit in the head.”
“Miss Anya, you are overthinking things. How about this? People become friends when they both have something in common. What do you and Miss Amelia have in common?”
Anya thought for a moment. “Big breasts.”
Toris blushed. “True but that is not what I meant. You like fighting zombies, right?”
“Yes.”
“Amelia likes fighting zombies too. You two have something in common, see?”
“So… You believe we can become friends by massacring zombies together?”
Toris hesitated. “Yes… Yes you can say that. It is a start.”
“I guess I could try that,” she nodded.
Toris slowly scooched backwards heading for the exit. “How about you go back to sleep for a few hours and wake up to a nice breakfast, OK?” Before she could answer, he made it out of the tent and sprinted off to a safe distance.
Chapter 13
“So your friends told you they found the rest of their group?” Chun-Yan asked Arthur as they stood behind a tree away from the others.
“Shhhh!” Arthur nervously looked around. “Not so loud! There’s bad news. The quickest way to get to them is blocked off by a large group of zombies.”
“I see,” Chun-Yan said in a low voice. “If Amelia finds out, she’ll head straight for them and waste all that precious ammo.”
“Correct.”
“What should we do?”
“Doubling-back the way we came is the safest route. It’ll take three times as long but my friends will make sure we don’t lose them.”
“I understand. We’ll just tell everyone we are heading back to my place and then mention the survivors when we get back to that one road.”
They come out from behind the tree and notice Amelia gearing up with several guns.
Chun-Yan shook her head. “What are you doing now, you crazy girl?”
“My hero sense is tingling. There must be zombies nearby.” Amelia loaded one of her guns.
“No… My friends said haven’t seen any!” Arthur insisted.
“My hero sense is never wrong. They probably just didn’t look hard enough.”
Arthur grumbled. “Fine! There are zombies but we are going to go around and avoid them!”
“No can do!”
“Wait just a minute! There is no need for unnecessary encounters.”
“Heroes can’t just leave zombies running around to infect others. I got to take them out!”
Arthur rubbed his temple. “Keep them damage down to a minimum, will you?”
Francis popped his head out of the wagon-tent. “And don’t burn anything down again!”
“Check this out, Toris!” Feliks called out as he came out of the back of Amelia’s trailer decked out in some her many, many guns. “Grab a few and let us go blast some zombies!”
“Y… You cannot be serious, Mr. Feliks! Put Miss Amelia’s guns back!”
“I wanted to try these guns out since I first saw them. They are huge! The zombies will explode!” Feliks laughed.
“I see your ankle is better,” Toris pointed out to change the subject.
“I am like the phoenix. Instead of rising from ashes, my ankle mysteriously heals just like that! It is crazy, yes?”
“You just wanted me to pull you in the wagon,” Toris said in an irritated tone.
“Here you go!” Feliks he handed Toris a rifle. “You worry too much! If things go wrong, we just hide behind Miss Hero. It will be fine.”
Amelia shouted, “Whoever’s going with me… LET’S GO! Everyone else… WATCH MY STUFF!” She obnoxious laughed as she started racing up the road. “HERO!”
Feliks followed right behind her. “Come on, Toris! It will be lots of fun!”
“I cannot believe this,” Toris muttered sadly before running behind them. “WAIT FOR ME!”
Anya sat up from the tree she was sitting against and stretched. “That is right. We can bond over killing zombies. I will go with them then.” She grabbed her shovel.
“Don’t you want to take a gun or something?” Chun-Yan asked her.
“My shovel will be good enough,” Anya assured her with frightening smile.