Russia pov
"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT... MALAYSIA YOU ARE ALIVE ... I FEEL BETTER" I yelled happily.
He turned around and I knew I was dead ... that wasn't Malaysia but America.
"DO I LOOK LIKE MALAYSIA?! MOVE OR WE WILL NEVER DISTANCE THEM".
Having said this, he turned his head again to look at the road ahead.

I watched him as we ran, he had grayish colors like other zombies, he had dirty clothes but the scratches were few and no blood was leaking from them.  Unlike the other zombies, however, he still talked, ran and could even use his brain.  Maybe he's like a half zombie?

While I was immersed in my thoughts, however, I fell in front of me taking America with me as well.  He immediately slipped out from under me, while I moaned in pain. "ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND OF THE WORD MOVE!".  I tried to get up while he was already on his feet.  I thought he was going to leave me but he instead took my arms and helped me.

"Don't you dare fall on (or for 😏) me again, do you understand?".  I nodded and he took my hand again, running faster than before.

The zombies were behind us, I could hear their cavernous cries and I couldn't help but think of Ukraine, I wanted to believe that it wasn't my sister.

What would I have done if I had lost my whole family, they are all I have.
I would break my promise with my father and he would be disappointed.

America suddenly turned into an alley until we found ourselves near a staircase that led to an open window.
"GO UP NOW".

I immediately followed his orders and climbed as fast as I could with America behind me.

I crossed the window and found myself in a living room with little furniture, which consisted of a sofa, a bookcase and a TV.

My belly growled out of the blue and only then did I realize I was starving. "Haha don't worry, I'm cooking now."  I blushed with embarrassment but there were more important things now than food.

America had withdrawn the ladder and closed the window.  He was heading into what presumably was the kitchen but I needed him now.

I stopped him and took him by the arm and dragged him to the sofa.  He was shocked but pulled himself together and made himself more comfortable.

I sat down next to him and looked intently into his eyes in a threatening way.  He swallowed while still looking at me in fear but I saw a flicker of curiosity in his big blue eyes like the ocean or the night, they actually conveyed a sense of calm.

He tilted his head in confusion and I became all red, I had been staring at him for about a minute.
"What the hell is wrong with me?"  I thought to myself.  I shook my head and cleared my throat.

" We need to talk".
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I have realized that the chapters of this book will be much shorter than the previous book, so today I will publish two chapters.