i cried several times writing this . i suppose that's a warning if i've ever seen one . this is based off a zombie apocalypse au some of my friends made . . except i made it a lot worse .
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it'd been a year . an entire year , and only now were they finding one another - reconnecting with other humans and forgetting how to control their tear ducts . once , there'd been a time where tears were reserved for losing or winning a match . once , there'd been a time where everyone was together and never worried about losing the other .
once . only once , then never again .
they'd fared quite well on their own - respectively , that is . ushijima had been with tendou for the majority of the year , although he did mention them getting separated a couple of times ( but they were still here , fortunately . both were good company ) . meanwhile , the tokyo boys had been grouped together and had yet to fall apart , concerning the fact that they were incapable of finding anyone else . then , there were the likes of the ( remaining ) karasuno boys and their manager . .
hinata usually laid on his side and vomited whenever his former teammates were mentioned . it was best not to talk about it while he was around .
this whole incident - the sudden zombie outbreak . it messed with their worlds . and , as unforunate as it seemed , it wasn't looking to good for the children . after all , it was only a matter of time before they ran out of things to do ; things to accomplish .
while one would believe it to be easier to lay about and get nothing done , you didn't really have that option anymore . not when the undead could clamber into your ' safe - space ' and make a meal out of you during your most vulnerable moments .
that , and you may have forgotten the people included on this little ' team ' . energetic individuals , they were , and still growing into their adult bodies . it was a predicament that escalated past the dilemma of puberty .
the sun's teetering rays peeked in through the cracks of a boarded window , splaying themselves across furniture and a limited amount of supplies . a couple of bags were strewn about , albeit in a sense that was almost tidy .
almost .
daytime had finally come , and with it , a familiar sense of urgency . not because the dead were amok - no , they'd dragged themselves out of tokyo long ago after finding akaashi and his group , as the zombies there . . they weren't to be messed with , having been far too evolved for their own good .
