Apocalyptic

Chapter 4

Tsukishima's POV

I looked at the map that Bokuto had marked for us. This better be no trap, but he seemed genuine enough. Besides. If he wanted to kill us, all he'd have to do is strangle us from behind in the car seats. 

"Hey Kuroo. What do you think of the map?" I asked, holding it so he could see. He took a glance before shrugging.

"We got nothing else to lose. May as well give it a go."

"Guess so."

"It's getting late. Wanna stop?"

"Yeah, sure." I mumbled, Kuroo driving along our route until we found a building that didn't look complete collapsed. We both grabbed our things and went inside.

"Hey, two." I whispered, placing my hand on top of Kuroo's head and shoving him down with me as I crouched. I pointed to where two infected were wandering aimlessly. 

"They're blind. You take that one." Kuroo whispered as we split up and each snuck up on them. As I got closer, I scrunched my nose. They were disgusting. Puss-filled boils and overgrowth of skin have covered their eyes. Which was useful to us, but disgusting to look at or touch. 

Once Kuroo was in place, he gave me a nod as we both stood up and sunk our knives into the heads. I moved aside so none of the blood or body fluid that sprayed would get on me. It's a pain in the ass to waste clothes to change into and the smell was awful. 

"Alright, let's check the rest of the place." Kuroo said as he pulled his knife out of the zombie's head. I nodded, walking around the whole building with him. It seemed clear, the outside too. So we found a room in this, I'm guessing old motel, and settled on the bed. 

I set aside my things and laid down, laying on my stomach while messing around with our radio. Hoping to get some sort of signal, anything, to get some music or noise or whatever. I stopped messing with the knobs when I felt a hand on my butt.

"Really, Kuroo?"

"What?"

"Now?"

"Well, we're alone and the place is clear."

"How is it that during an apocalypse, you're still horny." I grumbled, Kuroo climbing over top of me. He started kissing my neck, gently grinding his hips against my behind.

"Kuroo..."

"Mhm?"

"Are you serious..."

"Just one round?" He asked with a grin. I sighed, being flipped onto my back while the radio was set aside. I turned my head and said nothing, Kuroo taking my silence as a yes. Which it was, and he knew this. 

But if he was gonna be the one who wanted this, he was gonna have to do all the work. Kuroo was quick to remove both of our clothes and get right into it. Honestly, it always hurt like hell. And Kuroo was always pretty rough. 

After Kuroo was satisfied, he cleaned the mess he had made on my stomach. We both put our clothes back on and laid down. Kuroo fiddled with the radio this time for any music or signals while I laid with my back facing him.

Maybe the middle of an apocalypse wasn't the time to think about this, but my mind kept wander to Kuroo's and my relationship. He and I knew each other before all this shit happened. And when things went to hell, we ran into each other. 

Then, the whole outbreak was still new, so there was still civilization and protected sectors. So we shared a room since we knew each other. And one night, Kuroo decided to ask me to sleep with him. I was only, what, 16, when he had asked me. I didn't think anything of it, so I let him.

And it wasn't awful, at first it was pretty good. So, he and I have been together since then. And it's been a good long time since all of this has started. Probably a good 6, maybe 7 years. Maybe longer. I don't know. We don't have the luxury of phones to see the dates anymore, and anyone who was around to make calendars was dead. 

Things really went to hell fast. The virus spread like wildfire. The hordes overran sectors, towns, cities.. counties... states, all of it. There were some scientists alive looking for a miracle cure. Fucking dreamers. It isn't happening. Kuroo's talked about it. He has hope for one, but I don't.

He and I have long stopped agreeing on a lot. It was almost like our relationship was in an autopilot mode. What good would it do us to break up? We were the only ones out here in a wasteland of blood and bodies. It wasn't high school anymore where if you break up with someone, you just find someone else. 

I sighed softly to myself, setting my glasses aside when Kuroo finally gave up on the radio and packed it back up. He laid down and soon passed out, and even though I was tired, I couldn't sleep. I stared at the wall in silence.

Did I even love Kuroo anymore? Hell, did I ever really love him in the first place? Or was it just me finding someone to rely on during a time of need. Honestly, I wasn't so sure Kuroo ever loved me either. He seemed to be in it for the sex. It wasn't like he treated me poorly, but he didn't treat me exactly super well. And he only touched me a lot or talked a lot when he was horny.

Akaashi and Bokuto seemed to really love each other. I mean, one of them was half dying so the other was taking care of him. But the way Bokuto spoke to and treated Akaashi seemed pretty loving. Even just the way he'd look at him. I wanted to be able to look at someone like that. 

I sighed, shaking my head slightly. All of this thinking was ridiculous. I should be focusing on myself to make sure I live. Not be worried about a marital or dating status of myself or others. In this hell hole, there was no chance of finding anyone else. It didn't matter. I just have to make it to that settlement.