Russia pov
I opened my eyes very slowly and had to get used to the low light.  It must have been night even though it seemed that everything had been illuminated by a red light.

I tried to lift my torso supporting myself with my arms, I was covered in debris and dust, I completely did not hear any noise... any voices.

I tried to get up again and with more strength but I couldn't move my foot.  I turned and saw it wedged under two concrete blocks that had separated away from the building.

I tried to get it out but it didn't work, the fact that I could move it, however, calmed me a bit.

I looked around and saw a metal beam not far from me that I could use as a lever to move the boulder.  I remembered seeing it in a movie.
I took the beam, placed it under the rubble and then pressed with all my weight, luckily I have always exercised in self-defense with rescue techniques.  The boulder rose the little I needed to remove my foot.

When my foot was free I tried to stand up to immediately test how it was.  It hurt a little but I could walk.

At that moment I listened to catch up some voices but nothing.  I was worried about my siblings. "Let's hope they are all safe" I thought as I walked towards the exit of the alley.

In front of me, however, a mountain of debris blocked my exit.  I climbed on the rubble trying not to make everything collapse and the aching foot did not help at all.

Finally I managed to get out of the alley and back to the square.  When I got there, however, I realized that the grass had turned yellow ocher and I couldn't understand why.

I looked up and was instantly paralyzed ...

the sky was dark red.

"That's why I saw everything darkened and with shades of red," I whispered.  It was so unreal, the sky doesn't change color from natural causes, and that red was not reassuring at all.

I lowered my eyes very shaken, looked around and finally managed to see someone.  Sharpening my eyes I was able to recognize Ukraine, at least she hadn't been crushed.

"UKRAINE YOU ARE ALIVE, COME HERE I CANNOT BECAUSE MY FOOT HURT AND I DON'T WANT TO STRESS IT".

I noticed that her colors were more grayish but most likely it was only the fault of the poor light and visibility.

Ukraine however did not turn around and it almost seemed that she did not even know that I was there and I was calling her.

"UKRAINE FUCK DON'T JOKE, THIS IS ALREADY SCARY, DON'T MAKE ME BECAME MORE ANXIOUS.

Ukraine finally noticed me and turned around.

"FINALLY, NOW YOU TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED AND WHE- re are our siblings ...".

That wasn't Ukraine, that thing couldn't be her. Besides the greyish colors, she had her dress torn and covered in blood, she had numerous scratches and in some parts her skin was missing.

My blood froze and I felt my breath stop, as if it had been locked in my throat and couldn't  get out.

A black liquid mixed with blood was coming out of her mouth.  Her eyes were frightening, a dark gray that hardly allowed me to see the pupils, even from there a strange black liquid was coming out.

I no longer felt my body, I wanted to look away but I couldn't, that couldn't be my sister, what happened here.

The tears flowed without me realizing it, I started shaking with fear and I didn't know what to do, my head couldn't think of anything.

Suddenly Ukraine made a sound or more like a cry as if she had a hoarse voice and she could not speak and she began to come towards me, walking with her legs crooked and her torso bent forward.

I got even more scared and she starts backing away while I put a hand over my mouth in shock.  "Ukraine... no...".

Ukraine continued to emit those strange noises and at the same time I heard others coming from the sides of the square and only then I notice it.  Many other countries were approaching me and they all looked the same as Ukraine...

they all looked like zombies.

I came to my senses and tried to run as fast as possible but my foot did not allow it and I fell to the ground in pain.

"AAAAAH".

By now the zombies were close, my eyes closed in fear, ready to be attacked, when a hand grabbed mine and someone helped me to pull me up.  They kept holding my hand and started running, dragging me with them.

I turned and saw the zombies quicken their pace, we had to try to distance them.  I turned again and examined the figure of the person who was helping me and I couldn't believe my eyes, was he really the one who was helping me ?.
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It don't understand how but the prologue came much longer than the first chapter but oh well, I hope you enjoyed it anyway.
Let me know if you like it more with whole pieces like I wrote the other book or in small pieces.
All the books I've read use this style so I wanted to try it too.