Survival of the fittest- A Haikyuu apocalypse AU

Chapter 28

I legit wrote a whole-ass chapter and forgot about it for three months

classic move for me. I'm sorry for the wait guys

Yaku sighed. I don't get it, he thought, why does time move so slowly when everyone around you is moving so fast?

Iwaizumi had somehow found a fully charged emergency radio and spare batteries, and Tendou figured out how to send out a message in Morse code. How many people knew Morse code, Morisuke didn't know, but he guessed SOS was pretty easy to figure out. Either way, he doubted anyone would come to their rescue. It had to have been at least two months since it had all began. If no one had found them by now, there wasn't any hope.

Yaku wanted to cry.

Truth be told, he'd wanted to cry ever since his classmates had been eaten. He'd seen it, with his very own eyes, and remembered every last bit of it in vivid color and perfect detail. He shuddered, but held the tears in. Crying is weak, he reminded himself, and there is no room for weakness in this cruel world of mine. But of course, when has this world ever belonged to me? It never has, and it never will.

I wonder what Lev would think.

Just as the thought rang through his head he clapped his hand over his mouth and rushed to the bathroom. He felt sick.

It had only been a day since Ennoshita had introduced Ushijima, Tendou, Goshiki, and Shirabu to the group. They'd doubled back and picked up Semi, who had hurt his ankle somehow, and couldn't come along because of how the ride would hurt it. Seeing how Tendou drove, it made perfect sense. Ennoshita had gone with them and helped him with his injury as they rode, but it was clearly still painful for him nonetheless.

Asahi had noticed that Shirabu, with his medical knowledge (which was helpful for Akaashi as well), had filled up a little hole that's Suga's death had left. Not in a true sense, but almost as if he were a filling in a cavity. He and Ennoshita worked to fill the empty spaces that Sugawara and Daichi had left. Glancing to his side and seeing the broken man, he turned away again.

I hope he gets better soon.

When this had all started, he'd been fragile. He hadn't seen his family in weeks. His friends were dying all around him.

Now, he just felt numb.

Shirabu, Goshiki, and Ennoshita were playing a word game.

"Caramel."

"Leg."

"Go."

"Open."

"Necromancer."

"That's...personal."

"Ya lost, loser."

"Fuck off."

"How is that personal?"

"Well, necromancy, alive from the dead, zombies...ya know?"

"...I guess."

"Yeah. Uh."

"What?"

"Did you...do you ever imagine what would have happened if- if maybe we weren't stuck here?" Goshiki asked.

"Yeah," Shirabu said, "A lot, actually. Like, what if we had gone home that day and everything had been the same? Like- nothing changed, nothing at all. My biggest worry would be getting into medical school!"

He laughed truly for a moment, and it sounded foreign.

"You wanted to go to medical school?" Ennoshita asked him.

"Yeah," Shirabu responded, "I always really liked helping people who needed it, and that shit is super interesting, too. I was totally into it. Thank god, because if I wasn't I'd be useless here."

"I don't think you're useless," Goshiki interrupted.

"Thanks," Shirabu said, "Ennoshita, what did you want to be?"

"Me?" Ennoshita asked, "Well, I guess I never really thought about it. Something to do with therapy, I think. My mom got really hurt once, and the only reason she made a full recovery was because she had a really good physical therapist. That kinda intrigued me, I guess, and I started looking into it, and, well...here's where I ended up."

"Nice," Shirabu chuckled, "that's a classic superhero movie motivation right there."

"Yeah, well," Ennoshita said, "to me, that nameless doctor was a hero."

    Oikawa sat in a corner, watching Kageyama and Hinata mumble quietly to each other. He'd been pushing down feelings of panic for the past forever, but he was scared that it was starting to resurface. What if it did? What then? He couldn't be useless. Sure, no one liked him, but he'd made sure of that for a reason. Now, if someone died, he wouldn't cry.

Right?

He had a little bit of a hard time convincing himself of that, but he couldn't go back now. He'd planted the seed, now, if it grew correctly, he could stop feeling and maybe, maybe, stop caring.

Maybe.

"Chikara," Tanaka mumbled.

"Yeah?"

"Remember the time I accidentally broke your chair?"

"You broke my- oh yeah, you did."

"And then I was panicking and you just pulled out some superglue and somehow it looked good as new?"

"Yep."

"Think you could do that again, but with our lives?"

"You know? I don't think there's a superglue strong enough to fix this mess," Ennoshita said.

"You're right. It's a hopeless ask anyway."

"But, you know...if this hadn't happened, I don't think we'd ever have had each other."

"That's a good point," Tanaka said, "Though I'd rather not have my life threatened every five seconds."

"Me neither," Ennoshita responded.

    The next food run was a success, and the next one, and the next one. Eventually, it formed some kind of routine. Ennoshita would carry the rear, while Tanaka would take the front. Anyone and everyone who was in the middle stuffed as much food into their hands as they could, and they would all make their way back as fast as they could.

No one died.

Food at the convenience store was running out.

No one died.

No one died.

No one died.

No one died.

No one died.

Someone died.