Survival of the fittest- A Haikyuu apocalypse AU

Chapter 27

After a little bit of planning, and some getting used to each other as well, Ennoshita, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, and Kenma finally went on their first food run. Well, not their first, but it sure felt like it. No one noticed, but Chikara's hands were trembling. He shoved them in his pockets. Better for no one to see how scared he was. Better for him to try to forget that he was scared himself. Maybe if he ignored the feelings, they would go away.

How did Suga-san handle this for so long? He was the emotional support for a lot of this group, and I can't even plan a food run without having an anxiety attack. Well done, Chikara, well done.

God dammit.

They all stepped outside.

The air was crisp and light, a delight to the senses, yet Chikara still felt himself tense, and around him, the others did the same. The cold air traveled straight through his flimsy club jacket and bit into his skin. Chills went up his spine, but not because of the winter air. No, this was because of something far more terrifying.

There weren't any zombies.

Not a single one as far as the eye could see. It could mean three things.

One, they had all gone somewhere else, attracted to a scent, maybe?

Two, the apocalypse was over. He let himself feel a faint tingle of hope for a single moment until he remembered the last option.

Three, they had been chased away by something worse.

It couldn't be ruled out.

Nothing could be ruled out, really, the impossible had already happened.

He looked out over the expanse of the empty field. His eyes locked on a spot where a single tatter of black fabric was dancing in the wind. He couldn't look away, no matter how hard he tried.

I bet that's the spot...

He couldn't stop imagining it. He tried to push it down, but it was too big, the scream, the tears, his eyes, the images of rotten teeth cutting through fresh, delicious flesh...

But it's not delicious, dear god. When will these horrible thoughts stop? Will they ever stop?

I hope so...

Ennoshita was jolted out of his thoughts by a noise. A loud, alarming noise. It looked like the third possibility was the one that was increasing in probability, and that wasn't good. Not at all.

"Get out of my way, bitches!"

There was a loud thunking noise as a car slammed into a singular zombie that was just out of his line of view. It's probably hotwired, Chikara thought with a pang, remembering Suga. In the car was a boy who looked to be a little older than him, with bright red hair and a grin on his face. Next to that boy was another one with black hair and an outgrown bowl cut. In the back was someone with light brown hair, and next to him was a man, with green hair and a serious look on his face. Everyone except for him and the redhead looked really shaken up. Said redhead looked up.

They made eye contact.

The serious green-haired guy exchanged looks with each of them, then hopped out and extended his hand.

"Ushijima."

That must be his name, he realized, and quickly met the hand with his own.

"Ennoshita."

Daichi had finally eaten. Tanaka had nearly forced the food down his throat out of frustration, but the man had just picked it up and eaten it, and he'd almost cried of relief. It almost didn't matter that he still hadn't spoken, or that the hand gripping the key had started bleeding a few minutes ago. None of it mattered, because Daichi had forced down a simple meal and half of a bottle of water. He wouldn't heal. No, he would never heal. But maybe, he would be able to patch himself up and move on.

At least, that was Tanaka's hope, and the best case scenario.

Or maybe, he thought, all of them will be revived. Maybe they'll make some magical cure and we can see the people we lost, and they'll be alive and well.

Tanaka had a lot of hopes and dreams, and none of them were very likely to come true.

Still, a guy could try. He had a feeling Chikara was gonna try to take the mantle now that Suga was gone and Daichi was...currently incapable. It wasn't like anyone else would do it, and he couldn't stop him, so he just had to support him as best he could.

Remember Narita? His brain whispered. His death didn't affect you like this. You must not have cared about him that much if you're only really mourning Sugawara.

Shut up, he told them, I cared about Narita just as much as I cared about Suga, but they lingered like a slow-acting poison nevertheless.