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[After weeks of letting Mayfield trick him with its false memories, weeks of psychological and mental strain, Germany has traded his left eye in exchange for the assurance that he has received all his true memories back. Bloody bandages are wrapped at an angle around his head, covering the empty hole; maybe after it heals, he'll find a proper eyepatch.

If he survives until then, of course, given the current state of Mayfield. Because he's out there on the streets, Karabiner 98K rifle gripped in his hands. He's visiting houses, looking for survivors and the wounded. He can't escort them all, but he can make sure everyone knows to head for the Library, and protect anyone in immediate danger that he can find.

After receiving one phone call from BLU Sniper at the house, he's decided it safer not to use the phones anymore. Lucy-- ...this Zemekis man who's been behind the curtain pulling the strings all along...will certainly do anything to find and kill all of them, now.

He wishes he could seek out individuals (his housemates are one thing, but he knows that Miss Hungary, not to mention Tiffany are still here..), but he can't let himself be impartial like that right now. This is bigger than himself. This is about not letting Zemekis get what he wants. For now, his true memories keep him company. His brother's smile, his over-confident words.

. . . .

Germany sneaks down each of the streets in full military uniform, iron cross hanging from his neck, a knife hidden in each boot. He's loaded all the ammunition he's ever regained for his rifle into every pocket he has, and he's going to make each and every shot count.]

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Stay back! [Lily's voice rings loud and clear from behind the open kitchen window, but even as she yells a warning, a sting of something lashes out through the window at the person getting too close for comfort to her house.]

[The 'something' just barely grazes past Germany's head while he dodges it.]

Ngh-- ..I am an ally, my name is Germany! I'm here to provide medical help or protection if needed, and to make sure everyone knows that the library has a means to protect us from this horde, a barrier. Your household would do best to make your way there!

[He sounds lucid enough, and not drone like at all, so Lily lowers her wand.]

Thank you for your offer, and at a great risk to yourself, too, but I... Can't leave here. [Not on her own, at least. Not the way the trade's left her.]

[Not being able to see her clearly, Germany can only guess why she can't leave; perhaps protecting someone too wounded to move?] You have to.

[He turns for a moment, spotting a zombie rambling down the street toward him, and takes it out with a bullet straight through the brain with a BANG.] ...

What do you need?

Could you come inside, perhaps? Only I can't see you from here. [Or at all, but she doesn't add that. At least the man has a gun on him, from the sound of it.]

All right. [Checking around one last time, it looks like the zombies are focused on other things for a moment... Germany walks the rest of the way to the front door and enters, shutting it behind him.]

You have a weapon, yes? It looked almost like a flash of light, what you shot at me.

I have my magic right now. It's doing well protecting me. [Lily turns to the source of the voice through the kitchen, flicking her wand for emphasis.] Remus, now, I'm not sure about him. I don't think I can leave him here on his own, and there's my little sister to think about, as well.

[She's doing well until she trips over a chair messily, and it's clear her eyes are unseeing.]

[At first Germany assumes her lack of direct eye-contact with him is just her being shaken up, but then...she stumbles. He jolts forward to catch her arm to help steady her, mentally processing what their options are now.] . . .

Magic. Good. [He's seen it all at this point.] And, they are your housemates? How proficient are they in combat?

I'll need to lead you to the library, at least.

[Lily's too panicked to let the throbbing pain in her knee distract her, but she lets herself be righted.] Yuki is smart. too smart. She'll have figured this out on her own somehow to get herself to safety. Bur Remus-- [could very well turn himself into a beast to defend himself? At this point she's not quite sure anymore.] I need to warn him, somehow. A note. Right! I should leave a note!

[Germany keeps a hold of her, noticing the somewhat frantic tone that her voice is taking on.

Yuki. Has he heard that name before? He could swear someone's mentioned a very smart girl before...did Japan...?] She...she is smart, I think I know of her, actually.

The message about the library is already spreading; leaving a note is likely a waste of valuable time for us. You must come with me, and then after I've seen you to the library, I will see if anyone knows anything about Remus. Is he particularly vulnerable that you don't want to leave him to his own devices?

I will. I will. [Lily's voice is pained, however, and her hand grips her wand tightly.] He's normally competent, but with what the town's done to us I'm afraid he's not in his right mind.

Will you promise me to find him later?

. . . All right, but quickly. [Germany releases her hand and darts his one eye around the sitting room, in search of a desk or something holding parchment and a pen for him to write with, since she won't be able to.] I will write it for you.

[He can't lie.] I will give it my best, but I cannot sacrifice a chance to save others if that is what it comes to.

He will understand. [Perhaps a patronus would suffice, but Lily can't find it in herself to concentrate hard enough to conjure one.] Remus's sensible like that.

The wards should hold long enough until we leave. I can't keep them in place after we're gone.

[He doesn't now how to respond to her agreeing, after honestly expecting some resistance.] . . .

Very good.

What should I write on the note? [Having found the back of a neighborhood meeting flyer to write on, he waits for her dictation... And then adds,] ..What is your name?

'Moony, come to the library. Lily.' [She directs, straight to the point, before tilting her head.] And what's yours?

. . . M-o-o-n-y, then... [A nickname to assure Remus the note is genuine, makes sense.] I'll make a copy for myself to carry with me, should I come across him myself.

Germany. I go by Ludwig, as well.

We're leaving soon, is there anything else weapon-like here we should bring?

Just my wand. It should be enough, and I'm the only one who can use it. [save for Sirius, but her classmate is nowhere to be found so it's rather irrelevant.] I'll try not to be in your way, Ludwig. And--

Thank you.

[If you want to know where one of your housemates is, Germany, you will find one of them outside the entrance, fighting off one of the zombies with his knives! He has a bandage wrapped around his arm and one on his upper leg, but that hasn't seemed to stop him. Help him out?]

Edited 2012-11-19 22:24 (UTC)

[After seeing Lily all the way inside the library, Germany exits expecting something like this; the two of them had probably lured the zombie themselves. He dashes forward and pulls a knife from his boot. (2-on-1 should leave his rifle unneeded, and he'd like to save ammunition.)]

Zidane, duck!

[Ah, yes... Thanks to those fake memories. How ironic, when they've yet to have a conversation...

Germany's reflexes are good enough to change the angle if Zidane doesn't react on cue, but if it works out, he swings his blade backhand, horizontally, to stab deeply into the zombie's rotted skull.]

Huh? [Zidane turns and manages to duck just in time as he sees Germany swing his blade. Is that his....no, it's not his father. Only his new housemate in Mayfield. Stupid fake memories. Zidane's strong-willed enough not to believe them, though.

Meanwhile, the zombie staggers back, stunned, and then tries to take a swipe at Germany with its arm before it can fall over]

[Without hesitating, Germany knocks the zombie's arm with the inside of his palm, straightening his arm, and he drives the knife once more at the zombie's head, burying the blade to the hilt into the zombie's eye socket. He carries the rest of his body with the momentum, pushing the zombie to the ground and landing atop it.]

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