So this is a Zombie!AU featuring the Generation of Miracles, with a few other characters tossed in. The pairings for this story aren't set yet, but it will predominantly be an Aomine x Kuroko story. There will be some graphic violence and gory descriptions. Although the focus of the story is the interactions of GoM and the budding romance between various character.

To any followers of my other story, I promise that I haven't given up on it, the next chapter is in progress, but this story has been begging to be written for a while now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroko's basketball, I just like manipulating the characters to do things for my own pleasure.

Chapter 1: Outbreak

The day the world became fucked up beyond all recognition started just as any other.

Kuroko awoke hours before school started. As was custom he turned on the television, hoping to catch the news segment before heading out. Strangely there was no signal and the screen remained the grey fuzzing of static. Shrugging, he prepared his breakfast and lunch as usual, setting aside a portion for his parents to take to work with the customary sticky note attached, 'Have a good day, breakfast in oven. The TV isn't working.' He paused, and decided on a whim to add an unusually jaunty side ways smiley face, before heading off for his daily pre-training practice session.

In the absence of the sun, the crisp winter air was positively freezing. Each breath of air greedily inhaled by a panting Kuroko sent tiny shockwaves down his throat and into his lungs and seemed to seep through his bloodstream leaving ice in its wake. He greeted Saito-san with a nod as he jogged past. He was an elderly gentleman whom Kuroko passed every morning on his way to the street courts. He dimly noted, through his growing exhaustion, the stiffness evident in the old man's movements and could have sworn he had heard a hollow croaky moan that raised the hairs on the back of his neck. Kuroko mentally shrugged it off and put it down to arthritis or some other geriatric disease that was undoubtedly made worse by the frigid temperatures.

Kuroko was light headed and bent double, gasping for air by the time he reached the courts. It proved the extra daily training was working. A month ago, he wouldn't have been able to run the entire way without having to take multiple breaks.

He raised his head at the familiar sound of basketball slamming backboard, surprised. His light was early for once.

"Good morning, Aomine-kun."

The taller player grunted a gruff greeting before launching into his routine tirade, "God damn it Tetsu, must we start at such hellish hours? It's five fucking 'o clock in the morning. Nobody trains this early! The sun isn't even up!"

Kuroko ignored his friend, instead snatching the ball from his loose grip and dribbled it towards the three-point line. Aomine may complain every morning, but he had never failed to show up.

"Hey, don't ignore me you bastard!"

The Seirin player steadied his breath and flicked the ball towards the hoop.

Thunk.

As expected the ball rebounded off the ring and shot off in the opposite direction. Aomine made a disgusted noise as he retrieved the ball. "I don't even know why I bother, it's not like you're getting any better," he grumbled before making his own shot and watching the ball swish through, dead centre.

A sharp elbow collided with his stomach, knocking all the air from his body.

"Don't be mean, Aomine-kun."

"Like you're one to talk," he wheezed back.

As he rubbed petulantly at his abdomen he watched his former shadow dribble the ball back and forth along the court. Despite his earlier misgivings, Tetsu had improved. His control of the ball was more confident, his stamina slowly but surely increasing, his shots were only missing eight out of ten times, rather than ten out of ten, and he had even managed to take the ball off Aomine once during a one-on-one. To be fair though, Aomine had been incredibly distracted by the delicate collarbones revealed by the unusually low cut of Tetsu's new basketball tank.

Thunk.

Kuroko turned to Aomine with a slightly dismayed expression. Aomine grinned reluctantly, maybe eight misses out of ten was an underestimation. Definitely a nine.

The second hint that things were going to hell in an express elevator occurred during Kuroko's walk to school. He was distracted, trying to cram a month's worth of maths knowledge into Kagami's thick skull before the test in third period.

"…so that's what a derivative is," he paused. "Kagami-kun, are you listening to me?" he asked menace dancing along the edges of otherwise calm words.

"What? Yeah. Of course," the red head stuffed another red bean bun into his mouth and nodded in emphasis. "Go on," he mumbled around the food.

Kuroko shot him a mild look of disgust before continuing his impromptu tutorial. A rough shoulder bumped into him and he reflexively shot out a bland 'excuse me' before stopping in his tracks.

Something felt strange.

He looked up from the maths textbook he was reading from. Something was off about this morning. There were fewer students around them than there normally would be at this hour. And some of the students were moving in a peculiar way and bringing up a strange sense of déjà vu. He narrowed his eyes, hadn't Saito-san been giving off a similar off vibe this morning…?

"Oi, Kuroko, what's wrong?"

Kagami's voice jolted him from his inner musings. Shrugging his previous thoughts off, Kuroko turned back to his waiting friend.

"Where is everyone?" Kagami wondered.

The bluenette shrugged, looking around the half empty classroom. Neither of their teachers had turned up for the first two periods and the class representative said that the principal was also not in his office. Bored, the students had spread out and were chatting amongst themselves.

"Wanna play ball?" the red head questioned lazily, flipping his pen back and forth across his knuckles. Kuroko sighed, this was the ninth time Kagami had asked, and he was beginning to think he had a point. Kagami, sensing imminent victory grinned and was in the process of gathering his things when the announcement began.

"S-students, all classes are hereby postponed until further notice," the fear was sharp in the voice. "There have been r-reports of a viral illness that has s-spread across the city, if not the c-country. Students are advised to return home and stay indoors and await f-further instructions."

Click.

Noise erupted in the classroom. Some were cheering that school was out for the foreseeable future and were already planning vacation plans to the beach. Others looked worried and were pulling out phones to call their families.

"Hey does anyone have signal? My phone's playing up today."

"Huh? Mine too. I can't get through to my mum."

"What? I can't either! There's no internet either."

A shrill scream cut through all the chatter. Everyone fell silent and looked towards the girl by the window. Tatsuki-san was white as a sheet and she raised her trembling finger to point into the courtyard. There was a brief moment of hesitation before the rest of the class moved towards the window.

"W-what the hell!" Kagami exclaimed. Kuroko echoed the sentiment silently.

A lumbering figure had entered the school gates and was proceeding towards a group of girls that had taken advantage of the absence of a teacher and skipped class. The unnatural and jerky movements combined with the oozing stump that was once an arm socket were terrifying enough. The girls had frozen in shock and only began to scramble to their feet when the figure was within arm lengths. It was far too late.

Screams split the air as the creature's teeth closed down on one of the female's shoulder while swiping a hand across the back of another. She went down squealing in pain. Before anyone could blink another figure, this one more slender with smooth movements, leaped over the school walls and had entered the fray. While the first was clumsy but brutal in its attacks, the second was fluid and attacked efficiently. It effortlessly ripped the head off a male student whom had come running out to help before turning and leaping after the escaping females.

Panic abounded in Kuroko and Kagami's classroom. There was a rush for the door as students ran yelling in fear.

"That…those things aren't human, Kagami-kun." Kuroko was still pressed intently on the glass, peering into the courtyard in horror.

"I don't know what the fuck they are, I just know we have to get the hell out of here before we get slaughtered too!"

"Is this the virus they were talking about? If it's spread through the city…"

A jolt of fear shot down Kuroko's spine. His parents.

Kuroko ran with a single-minded determination, weaving between the abandoned cars that littered the roads. He tried his hardest to ignore the smattering of bodies that had been gruesomely torn apart and detached limbs carelessly strewn along the sidewalk. Kagami followed closely behind, keeping an eye on his frantic shadow while desperately dialling Tatsuya's number again and again, hoping to get through to his brother.

"Damn it," the red head muttered, "The line's still dead."

He looked up from his phone in time to see Kuroko skid to a halt outside his house. Kagami's heart sank. The front door was ajar. He looked over at his friend and from the way the shorter boy was worrying at his lip, he could tell Kuroko had also noticed. With a shaky breath and a quick glance at Kagami, Kuroko nudged the door fully open and stepped cautiously into the dim interior of his home.

Everything looked normal.

'Maybe,' his mind whispered hopefully.

Then the two high school students stepped into the kitchen.

It was a scene directly out of a horror movie. Vivid red splashes mixed with small pieces of human tissue painted the walls and ceiling. Kuroko's parents were still sitting at the table, the breakfast that Kuroko had made earlier that morning spread out between them. His father was slumped back in the chair, head tilted back and hanging precariously by a strand of muscle. His throat had been ripped out. There was a kitchen knife on the floor below his dangling arm, it seemed he had at least tried to put up a fight. In contrast, Kuroko's mother was collapsed on the table and other than the blood pooling on the ground beneath her chair, she had no visible wounds.

Kuroko took all this in clinically and emotionlessly. A part of him was screaming and wailing in grief and horror, but he pushed that to the back of his mind. There would be time for that later.

"Kagami-kun, do you mind giving me a moment?"

"O-of course," Kagami laid a firm hand to his friend's shoulder, squeezing briefly before leaving, glad to be away from the blood bath. He wandered into the living room, far away enough to give Kuroko some privacy to say his goodbyes but close enough to reach him easily in the case of a necessary getaway. He noticed absently that there was a basket of clean laundry lying next to the couch. With shaking hands he tipped the load onto the cushions and began folding. The mundane and routine task helped calm him and slowly the nausea that had been clawing at his throat began to ebb, although the cold that gripped his chest remained.

Kagami started at the moan that broke the tense silence that had fallen on the Kuroko household. He was instantly alert and moving; his whole body had erupted into goose bumps at that awful inhumane sound.

He burst into the kitchen to see Kuroko with a hand outstretched towards his parents and wide gaze fixed in horror. With great trepidation, Kagami turned his gaze. Kuroko's mother, or at least her body, was stirring. Her movements were slow and sluggish as if she were waking from a prolonged nap or moving through thick liquid. The motions and angles were all wrong, her limbs and joints in discord with each other, as she rose awkwardly to her feet. She peered emptily at them in disinterest before shuffling towards her husband's body. As she took his mostly detached head into her stiff fingers Kuroko finally broke from his trance.

"No," he pleaded hoarsely, "Please Mum, stop. Please."

She paid her son no attention as she proceeded to tear the remaining ligaments before raising the head and bringing it down with sudden speed and force against the corner of the table. She did it again and again.

Kagami could only watch, frozen, and transfixed with the horrible sight.

The creature that used to be Kuroko's mum finally stopped when she had punctured a decent hole in the skull. She raised the cranium and proceeded to drink the mush that was her husband's brain much like one would drink from an oversized goblet.

"NOOO!" the anguished yell was torn from Kuroko's throat. He started to rush forward before a strong arm wrapped around his chest and yanked him back.

"Let me go Kagami! I have to stop her!"

Tears were pouring down his face as he struggled against his friend's tight grip.

"No, Kuroko, stop! That's not your mum anymore. She's not going to listen to reason or logic. She's one of them!" Kagami spun the smaller boy around and shook his shoulders roughly, "Listen to me, Kuroko! We have to get out of here before she finishes and decides we're next. We have to go! NOW!"

Kuroko slumped at the roared words, his eyes lost and afraid before nodding slightly. Kagami grasped his arm tightly before pulling him out of the room. The two boys looked back one last time at the gruesome scene. The creature was still feasting. But it was smiling now. It was a ghastly caricature of the warm smile that had graced them after a long day at basketball practice.

Kagami paused in the hallway before releasing Kuroko and lunging into the living room. He shifted impatiently through the neatly folded and stacked laundry before yanking on the thick hoodie that he knew to be Kuroko's. Tucking that under his arm he marched back to his friend and towing him out the door.

Kuroko had been silent for the majority of their escape, numb to his surroundings and senses. It was only when Kagami began swearing and muttering under his breath that he blinked and tuned in briefly. It seemed Kagami was now at a lost of where to go from here. Something niggled at the back of his mind. He frowned slightly, trying to grasp the thought that was intent on wriggling its way out of his grasp.

There.

He tugged on Kagami's sleeve to gain the red head's attention, "Kagami-kun, I know where we have to go."

"Huh?"

"Teiko."

"Teiko?! Like your middle school Teiko?"

Without another word Kuroko changed the trajectory they were walking in and headed down the familiar path that would lead them to their destination.

"Oi! Kuroko you bastard! Why the fuck are we going to a school? Answer me!"

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