The Beginning of the End

Chapter 22

Around him, everyone was dead.
Limp bodies littered the floor, cold and drained of color. Eyes that were once bright were dull and empty, a void that paralleled their chests, now devoid of any soul.

Inuoka was unrecognizable except for his soft brown hair, matted against the floor in his blood. His body was mangled to the point where he didn't look human.

Kai's eyes were open and his lips were slightly parted, a ghost of the expression he had when he was still alive. His stomach was exposed, split open and being eaten by a zombie, which was digging its nails into his skin.

Kenma looked almost peaceful, a gentle blanket of rest resided on his face. It would have appeared that he was sleeping if it weren't for his body that was split in half.

A head of messy black hair was predominant on the ground. Kuroo lay on his stomach, his expression unknown. His stilled figure was next to Kenma's, reaching out trying to save the pudding head before ultimately dying.

And then there was Lev.
Even in death, Lev had a glint of mischief in his eyes. The expression was faint however as a look of terror occupied his face. Lev's legs, torso, and neck were all being consumed. Zombies tore into him, eating ravishingly.

Yaku opened his mouth to let out a scream, but there was none. He wanted to run away from the scene, run until he ran out of breath and collapsed, run until his vision dimmed and he was left with darkness because seeing nothing was better than this. But Yaku couldn't run, he couldn't even move his fingers.

His legs were sinking into the earth, the ground was devouring him.

Yaku could hear his other teammates' voices who had had already been killed. Yamamoto's was the loudest, begging Yaku to join him inside of the earth.

Dirt piled up around him, his collarbone beginning to sink as well.

Once under, Yaku felt like he was drowning in the earth. But every time he was close to blacking out a shot of adrenaline would shock him. Yaku spent an eternity suffocating, drowning and eventually wishing to die.

When his breath finally ceased, Yaku awoke, breathing deeply as if the precious air would leave at any given moment.

The panic and devastation of his dream prompted Yaku to look around the room hungrily, taking in the sight of his friends, restrained, but alive.

Lev was beside him, his limbs sprawled out awkwardly. His height was too immense for the bonds at his ankles and wrists. His silver hair stuck to his forehead which gleamed with sweat. Yaku felt a flutter of fondness at the boy beside him but he was still not satisfied.

Yaku still felt uneasy, perhaps if he continued to observe the room, he'd feel better.

On Lev's left was Kenma, who was fixated on the floor, focused and pensive. A gap filled the space between him and Bokuto, the space Akaashi had been in. Yaku quickly diverted his gaze, despair enveloped Bokuto and it made Yaku disheartened.

Inouka was nuzzled into the room's back corner. His head leaned against the wall as his eyes drooped sleepily. It would have been quite the serene image if it weren't for the restraints cutting off circulation in his feet.

Yaku skimmed past the two boys that were seated beside Inuoka. He didn't know who they were. One had dark spiky hair and the other had brown hair, fanning out gracefully. Yaku had a sneaking suspicion that one of the boys was the dreadful Oikawa.

Beside the brunette was Kuroo. Yaku noticed the look of guilt on his face. Perhaps Kuroo felt remorseful for leaving Nekoma to help Oikawa... Yaku felt sympathetic, wishing he could comfort Kuroo.