Requested by Drago451

[name] = your name

[h/c] = hair color

Note for Readers:  This starts out as a journal entry/reflection being written by 2p America.  And people will cry as they read this.

Narrator's POV

"Looking back on my somewhat sh*tty life, as I sit in this underground bunker... I gotta say, everything has kinda come as a surprise to me.  Some good, some just... meh, and others that made me swear my ass off.

First had to be my parents divorcing, then my Dad admitting he was gay for the dad of the kid in the class that I hate; James.  I just couldn't see what my bubbly-happy pink cupcake-loving Dad could see in Francois, the gloomy, smoking, drinking guy, and not in mom.  But, after a while, Francois kinda grew on me, like moss on a rock or mushrooms that grow on a person who falls asleep on a moldy mattress, like Francois did that one time.  But I gotta admit, that was pretty funny to see.

And there's the fact that James and I learned to get along...  We just somehow did.  Both of us lost our moms to divorce, only to find out that they started their own new families, with new lives, and just... didn't want us.  I guess that made the two of us kinda bond over our abandonment and just being in the same sorta sh*tty situation.  Our love of fighting, wanting to protect animals, and love for extorting/beating people up also helped.

But without a doubt, the best f***ing thing to ever happen in my life had to be [name].

She made my heart go crazy, especially when she completely beat the sh*t out of this one guy who was flirting with her.  That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen a girl do.  The way she totally dislocated that asshole's jaw with a punch while her [h/c] was flying in the breeze, and then roundhouse kicked him was great.  And then she finished off with a stomp on the dude's balls, and flashing him the finger.  I swear, I get a slight boner just thinking about how hot she looked.

I was so f***ing happy when she said yes to going out with me.  And that date went great; we went to a baseball game where we had hot dogs and beer, and I even caught a home run baseball for her.  It was the best f***ing date ever.

Man, those days were great with her; playing ball, annoying my family, laughing at other people's expenses, getting cozy in bed if you know what I mean~"

Allen sighed, putting the pen down before leaning back on his chair, one of his hands going to play with the necklace around his neck.  His eyes trailed around the room.

It was dirty, and grimy, but it had been home for a while now, but probably not for long.

With another sigh, Allen picked up the pen and continued.

"Everything was going good for not only me and [name], but for my family too;  Francois was now boss of the best mafia in the world, Dad was now a famous pastry chef (not only for his infamous cupcakes but for regular ones too), and James achieved his dream of living in a cabin in Canada as a Canadian Forest Ranger.  I even managed to propose to [name], who, thank God, accepted it.  I don't know what I would've done if she'd rejected me.

Then things went south.

Just as [name] and I were planning our wedding (though I wanted to just elope), it happened; some idiot created a virus that started the zombie apocalypse.  And it's a f***ing nightmare.

The whole family got together and tried to get to safety but literally no f***ing place was safe.  Not even with our mafia connections could we get out of the country.  Other countries would just shoot down any plane that came, and kill all the passengers to prevent spreading this hellish disease.

Left with no other choice, we as a family, along with our mafia family, banded together and traveled up north towards Canada, since those bastard zombies got frozen easily.  But starting from Miami, Florida, trying to get up north close to Alaska, it was so f***ing hard.  We lost so many guys along the way... It hurt so much...

Francois was the first to go, and in the most unlikely way possible.  While trying to get across the great lakes into Canada, we were trying to get into the boats as fast as possible to get away, when we forgot to undo the hook that held it to the dock... I'll never forget how with just a second of hesitation, Francois kissed Dad and told James and me he loved us, and yes, I'm serious when I say that Francois, the guy who's almost never showed emotion that wasn't depression said he f***ing loved us...  It made me realize just how dire our situation was.

He jumped out the boat and managed to free the hook, allowing the motor to take us away... I'll never forget the tears in his eyes as he turned to the zombies and began shooting, knowing that there was no way we could get him onto the boat.  His men had to hold me, Dad, and James back as they made the boat go forward.  Halfway across we stopped hearing gunshots, but still heard the distant moans of the zombies... that's when we knew Francois wasn't going to come back to us... and it killed us... it f***ing killed us inside..."

Allen lifted his hands from the desk and put them on his face, dragging his clammy hands down his sweat covered face.  But Allen shook his head.

"I need to f***ing finish this..."  He mumbled to himself before taking up the pen and continuing.

"After that, Dad and James were pretty inconsolable, not that I blame either of them.  Dad just lost the man he loved, James just lost his dad.  I was lucky that I still had Dad and [name], otherwise I know I would be in the same situation.  But we had to keep going, so we did.

After that, we traveled up north towards the Hudson Bay, hoping to use the water as cover if the zombies attacked us... But we didn't make it far enough.

Just as we entered some town near the bay, a huge wave of zombies hit us, and they were taking down our men left and right.  It was awful.  As I was hitting some zombies, one of the worst things possible happened; Dad got bit.

His scream was so bloodcurdling, it made my heart stop.  Everything happened in slow motion as me and James beat the zombies away, [name] dragging Oliver to safety, some of our remaining men commandeering a truck.  We got into the back and drove away, finally making it to a secluded spot in the bay.  But by then, we all knew it was too late; Dad was infected.  And yet he smiled... he f***ing smiled.

He knew his time was coming short and he... he told he loved us, and told us we all had to live, like it was f***ing possible to live without him!  After an hour, his color started to go, and we knew he was beginning to turn.  He begged us to kill him.... us, his f***ing sons to kill him like he wasn't important to us!

Allen slammed his fist down on the table, tears in his eyes as he took his hand and covered his mouth, holding back a sob.  After a few moments, Allen was left with ragged breathing, but soon enough, he picked the pen up and continued writing.

"So, we took him out on a dock and let him sit there a bit with us, watching the sunset, [name] and the others keeping an eye out for more of those bastard zombies.  Though, eventually, it was time, and for once, I didn't mind getting a kiss from my dad.  After that... James and I did the only humane thing we could f***ing do in this sh*tty world; we got a gun, and eventually I said I'd do it... I owed it to my dad to do it... I shot him in the back of the head... like he was a dog, and just watched as he fell into the water... It was so f***ing hard to do, and it hurt like a motherf***er!

But [name] came up to me and hugged me, telling me it was for the best, and now, after a lot of time has passed, I agree with her.  Better that Dad got a dignified death as a human who could be at peace knowing that he didn't become a zombie or food for those undead bastards.

James and I worked together, having now lost equally and knowing each other's grief the best.  With our band of now 10, including myself, James, and [name], we moved on till we reached a big camp in northern Alaska, filled with other refugees, trying to get to just about any place that wasn't in the Americas.

While there, we managed to get in touch with an Italian mafia boss who'd been working with Francois, and who's fashion-obsessed brother was a good friend of my Dad.  Both agreed to help smuggle the 10 of us out of Canada.  A couple of the men would be going to China, Russia, and Germany.  James, [name], and me were first going to be smuggled over to Japan, get fake IDs and such from a guy named Kuro, and then be smuggled over to Italy.  We all were sad to split, having survived almost 6 months together, but we knew we couldn't travel in a group anymore, not since so many nations were now refusing to take anyone who's been in America for the last 7 months.

Anyway, after getting to Italy, the plan was for James to take advantage of his French citizenship from Francois and go to France, while [name] and I would either stay in Italy, or take advantage of the British citizenship I got from my dad and head over to the UK, or even Ireland.

So, with the plans in place, the 10 of us left the refugee camp secretly with some supplies and headed east, towards the edge of Alaska, to the sea, using some snowmobiles we found in a nearby abandoned town.  We traveled for days, only taking breaks to fill the gas tanks till finally, finally we made it to the water, to the f***ing ocean!

We managed to call Luciano who got this Russian by the name of Viktor to come and get us by boat, but as if on a cruel twist of fate, zombies started appearing.  We tried to hold them off as best we could, but there were only 10 of us, and over a hundred of those bastards.

One by one, the rest started to fall till it was only the 3 of us; me, James, and [name].  We saw the boat coming and we made a break for it, that is till James tripped and a zombie grabbed his leg, twisting it in an unnatural way to try and bite him, but I beat that bastard away as [name] helped James and we continued running, me carrying James on my back as he and [name] continued shooting.

But when we got to the dock, the Viktor said he couldn't come any closer or else the zombies could get the boat, we had to swim.  I looked at James, who looked at me and told me to put him down, take [name] and swim.  That bastard was going to be just like Francois and let himself stay behind so that me and [name] could live.

I told him that there was no f***ing way I was going to leave him behind.  He just hit me on the back of the head and told me he could swim, he just wanted me, who had a life, a future ahead of him, to get there to safety first.

I wanted to argue with him, beat the sh*t out of him for even suggesting staying behind, I wanted to so f***ing badly, but... I knew he was right, he was f***ing right.  I had [name] and a future waiting with her, he didn't.  I was all he had left, and I knew that if I was in that same sh*tty position, I'd be telling him to go too.

So me and [name] jumped into the water and I swam with her about halfway there before turning back for James.  I called out to him and told him to jump.  He nodded but stayed on the edge of the dock, shooting away zombie after zombie.  I finally got a few feet away when he jumped into the water and started towards me.  I was quick to help him since his leg was no doubt broken by that bastard zombie.

As we swam, the cold water really started getting to me, but James and me kept going, him on my back as the two of us swam together away from the zombies that fell into the water and splashed around.  Even though those things can't swim, they don't exactly die in water, so the faster we get away, the better.

My heart was thumping in my ears as we reached [name], who threw us a couple of floats before getting that Russian to help us out of the water.  Once the two of us were on, gasping like fish for air, that commie took off.  After about half an hour, we radioed Luciano and told him the news about the others.  He said it was terrible, but at least the 3 of us survived.

We sailed for another couple of hours till we reached some Russian town at night and Viktor took us there for the night.  While there we met Zao, the Chinese Opium dealer and one of Luciano's friends.  I'm glad he knew doctor stuff because the rest of us didn't sh*t past first-aid.  He took James into another room where he had a professional doctor take a look at James's leg while [name] and I waited, getting a decent meal while we were at it.

After a couple of hours, Zao came out and told us that James's leg was broken beyond repair.  His muscles were cleanly torn, and his bone was broken in several places, according to x-rays.  They said that with surgery and year or two of intensive physical therapy, he could walk, maybe even lightly skate, but he'd never play hockey again.

I thought James would be devastated as [name] and I came into the room, but he just took it like a man, nodding his head as we all started talking about our next move; the 3 of us would separate for the moment with [name] going with Viktor through Russia, James would go to China with Zao and stay there, getting medical treatment.  I on the other hand, will be going with Kuro down to Japan.

I was against it, but the plan made sense.  Security is so tight now, we needed to split into groups.  So, we waited in that Russian town, hidden away underground for a couple of days, waiting for Kuro to arrive from Japan.  Once he did, we said our goodbyes, knowing that it would likely be months, if not a couple of years till we're able to see each other, hopefully in Italy where Luciano can get us everything we need to start new lives.

With one last hug, we all parted ways, me threatening Viktor to take care of [name].  [name] and James both promised me we'd see each other soon.

After that, Kuro smuggled me to Japan, stayed there a few weeks, then moved south to the Philippines where I finally could walk around, under escort, but hey, it beat being under the f***ing ground or some cave or sh*tty shack.

From the Philippines, we went around the Indian peninsula, stopping at harbors along the way claiming we were traders from the Philippines.  Then we reached the Middle East, where we rode through the dessert, which looked great at night when it was f***ing freezing.  But it was better than during the day when it was so f***ing hot, anything would literally melt.

It took us a couple of months, but we made it through the Middle East, Egypt, Libya till we reached here, Tunisia's quiet seaside town close to the border of Italy.  And that's where I've been for a couple of weeks now.  And hopefully soon, I'll be seeing [name]."

With a sigh, Allen put down the pen and put the papers he had written his story on in a small backpack, just as the door opened, Kuro coming in.

"We wirr be reaving now."  He said.  Allen nodded, slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking out the door with Kuro to go board a boat that would hopefully lead him to his goal.

---------------- Epilogue ----------------

All three survivors managed to make it to Italy, [name] having been the first to arrive, thanks to Viktor and Luciano, and James and Allen arriving days apart from each other.

The 3 were happily reunited and, with help from Luciano, managed to get a hold of the fortune that Francois and Oliver had managed to make, as well as their own bank accounts.  They even managed to get pictures from the hard drive of their computers, not a ton, but still plenty.

From there, the 3 worked out their original plan; James left for France, stating that he had been traveling and was recovering from a hiking accident in China, hence why he was gone for nearly 2 years.  Zao helped him, providing fake pictures on a fake phone, along with fake bank statements and doctors' testimony (bought out) stating that he'd been recovering in a couple of hospitals for several injuries and was now only left with a bad leg.  After 2 weeks, the French government let him come in, allowing him to sell the apartment he had in some city for a house in the rural country side where he met a nice guy and decided to settle down.

As for Allen and [name], they had a quick wedding in Italy with James being Allen's best man.  Nothing big, but good enough for the two of them.  And they managed to get the wedding certificate changed a bit to say they had gotten married last year.  With that, they managed to convince the British government that they had been on a honeymoon all year long, and that part of the time they had been away was to be in China with James.

Eventually, after a month, the two got into the UK and moved to Scotland, where they stayed with some of Allen's family, who were happy to see them but sad to hear the news of Oliver's death.  And they thankfully kept the truth of where the two had been these past 2 years a secret.

Years went by, both brothers visiting each other often, all 3 of the survivors keeping contact with Luciano and those who helped them along the way, returning the favor, one way or another, usually with smuggling.

The virus still has no cure, but the governments of the world came together, deciding to use a nuclear bomb on all of the Americas, thinking that that was the only way to stop the zombie apocalypse.  And though all 3 survivors were horrified by this ultimatum, they agreed that it was for the best, for they never wanted to live through their nightmare again.

And though they are still haunted by the events of the past, they have moved on, but all took a vow, a vow to never, ever speak of the events recorded in Allen's journal again.

~Fin~