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DAY ONE 

A; Locked to Housemates at 750 Partridge Drive

[When Romana wakes it's with a start, a jerk. Instantly, she knows something's wrong, and it isn't hard to tell what that something is. Taking in the state of the house, or rather the rubble that was once a house, she swears her heart stops, her breathing catching in her throat. She feels sick to her stomach, having been in enough bombed sites to have this reaction instantly.

And then she snaps back into herself, pushing up from the rubble she awoke one, never heeding the scratches on her arms as she begins her search. Nails snap here and there as she digs through what remains of the house, frantic for signs of either Australia or Wy, stumbling in her attempts to climb over larger chunks] Australia! Wy! I swear, if you don't answer me, and you're okay, I... I swear whatever I do it won't be pleasant! Answer me! D-Dammit, answer me!

[Cursing again, she strains to try and lift a piece of rubble, spitting another few choice swears as she realises the lack of strength. A human body again. Great. Another thing to worry about.

Later. After she's found her housemates]

B; Around Mayfield, open

[Having found her housemates the next thing on Romana's agenda is to find her allies, her friends. Or even just to find anyone who needs help. So she had quickly started off to hunt for people, clutching a tattered jacket over her nightgown, flat shoes on her feet for once.]

Hello?! Hello?! Is anyone out there, anyone hurt?! Veneziano! Spagna! Ungheria! Canada, Paesi Bassi?! Anyone?

DAY TWO

[They needed supplies. It was useless hiding out without supplies, and stubborn as ever Romana had headed out to find them. Anything she could find, bandages, cans of food, weapons, pieces of clothes, anything she could carry she had taken, making trips to her safe place to dump them.

It was in the middle of one of these trips that the hoard had arrived. Narrowly ducking the shotgun blast Romana scrambles into a sprint, whirling around to aim her own rifle back, one of the few guns she had managed to gather up. She doesn't miss, the thing (For that's all it could be, with skin like that, and a voice so ghastly, a thing, not human) going down. It's easily replaced though.

And then Romana fights. There's not really chance to flee, and her only choice is to hold her own as best she can, a pistol in one hand that she uses sparingly, only when the hunk of wood in the other, which she uses like a bat doesn't do the job fast enough. She's managing okay, for now, but who knows how long she'll last]

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Day Two

[arisawa.livejournal.com]

[She may want to keep an eye out behind her, because there's one right there, stalking quietly and ready to carve her open with its machete.

Of course, it could stand to take the same advice. Tatsuki bolts from behind the wall of one of the houses, grabs the cannibal from behind, and swiftly slits its throat in one quick slice. Of course, it's only one. With a roar, the next fires a shotgun blast wide of the new combatant.]

Oi! Take cover!

[motherofjegus.livejournal.com]

[Dolorosa had the same idea, they needed supplies if they were going to survive this. If they didn't have food then they might as well choose between dying quickly or slowly. She's had plenty of experience scourging for food and anything that could be useful so she volunteered to go. Her skirt may be ripped and she may be dirtier than she has been in a while, but she had to help her family. The only problem? She didn't think about grabbing any weapons, her troll body usually provided the strength she needed but now she was human.]

[When the fight breaks out, Dolorosa appears to help before stalling-- what could she do in this body?]

Have a spare weapon?

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[It's only because he heard his name that he stops. She wasn't who he was looking for, but he wouldn't ignore another nation who might need help, even if she'd tried to kill him.

Tried. Well, they'd killed each other. He supposes they're even.]

Hoi, don't shout so obviously.

Day Two

[undying-heroism.livejournal.com]

[Another two . . .he'll just call them zombies. . . . pop up both to her left and right side. Before the one on her left could lunge forward and tackle her down, it'd stumble backwards from having a projectile flung into its face.]

Day Two

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[The tell-tale roar of an approaching motorcycle may not be a welcome noise when you're trying to be discreet, especially followed by a loud shot gun, but the shot clears at least Hungary's way towards her friend.]

Sweetie, behind you!

day one

[wybrows.livejournal.com]

[ Wy had been wandering around trying to find any of them. She hadn't seen Australia yet and Archy and the rest of their animals were nowhere to be found.

Once she returns back to the house and finds Romana searching, she runs up to her. She's holding back tears, though at the moment she's not even trying to put on a tough image. ]

I-I'm here! [ She looks around again. ] ... Have ya seen Oz? Or Archy or Sam?

Day 1 (B)

[doulikewaffles.livejournal.com]

Hey~!

[koyo]

( ( She won't find Spain at his house. In fact, she won't find anyone at his house.

He's already left to find the others. In fact, he even goes to her house to find her. When he doesn't find anyone at home, his initial thought is panic until-- no, she must be fine. If there's one thing he's learned, it's that Romana is a fighter so she must be around town still.

But Spain decides he should find her to make sure she's well. . . And to let her know he's okay too. See? No harm in looking for her too. Climbing over the rubble, he makes his way back, hoping to catch her. It's hard to hear with others yelling in the distance for loved ones but as he gets closer, he hears her, ) )

Romana? Romana!