Zombie Apocalypse
{A/N: Screw it, let's just say they don't have lives outside of volleyball and no family whatsoever (I'm sorry, I want them to be together. It makes more sense for them to be with their families, but… fanfic angst I really wanted to write? Is somehow overriding common logic sense? Please go with it?) I do not own Haikyuu, enjoy!}
The Zombie Apocalypse had come. The things found in mangas were practically leaping out of their pages and bleeding into reality. First started in a faraway country, only a meer rumor, but now it had spread worldwide.
Karasuno volleyball team wanted to be together, just in case. The school had opened its doors to what was left of their student population and their families.
When they met up again, their faces were gaunt. They were still high school boys in the end who had seen things they were too young to see.
Daichi, trying to lighten the move, cracked a smile. The Karasuno team were sitting in a circle in the clubroom. Tear tracks were rather prominent on each of their faces. Tanaka, Hinata, and Noya were uncharacteristically quiet.
Damn, I did want them to be quiet every so often, but never like this. Suga's heart dropped when tears slid down Noya's face. Of all people…. It was like reliving an awful match. Though Noya never cries, the vibes were the same.
The familiar cloak covered the group. The smothering feeling that they were tied down and helpless, that there was no hope. The problem, granted, was different, but Suga had the seen this before.
Time Skip~ Cause I'm a lazy bean, leave me be, please~This is around 3 years later:
The 'Revolution of the Dead' as the children say (No, not our babies, like actual 5-12 year old kids) has transformed everyone. The Japanese volleyball high schoolers, now only fresh out of getting over the fact that MOST WEREN'T GOING TO EVER SEE THEIR FAMILIES AGAIN. They had lost everyone but each other.
The government, having done nothing, left the citizens on their own. On world meeting lockdown themselves, the civilians took it up themselves to fight. (Fun fact: Did you know that the US has an actual plan in case of a zombie apocalypse?)
"Crows! Go! Find the patients!" A crew of men clad in military grade black filed into the hospital. Half of the hospital was compromised, but the other half still had patients in need. They had barricaded themselves inside. Now, the infiltrators just had to hope that they were still alive.
"Hinata! Kageyama! Check Quarantine C." Suga, the vice captain of the Crows, gave them a nod. The duo, as they had been in a paradise long long ago, worked really well together. Not just volleyball, but also working together. Hinata, surprisingly, was very quiet when he wanted to be. He'd sneak in as Kageyama was the 'main character' of the fight.
Immediately, as the door swung open, Hinata ran in. His eyes darted around. There were rows of empty beds. All except one.
At the end of the dim room, light seeped through pulled up curtains, and a silhouette of a person was on the bed. Kageyama and Hinata exchanged glances and nodded. Hinata sneaked behind the corner, Kageyama reached his hand out to grab the curtain.
"Don't bother."
The two froze.
"Please… don't look at me."
The voice was quiet and obviously strained. By the sound, the patient was a man.
"We can help you," Hinata said. "We're going to get you out of here to better treatment."
A shallow, raspy laugh drifted into their ears. Kageyama's eyes narrowed. What is that smell.
Unable to contain his curiosity, he yanked the curtain back. His mouth fell open.
On the bed strapped down was a man. A comprehensible, intelligent human. Mostly, at least.
A zombie's bite quickly transforms its victim into an infecting killing machine. But this man… most of his body was healthy, but his left hand seemed to be rotted and deteriorated. Hinata could see white in the man's left arm.
His dead eyes looked past their figures, into the darkness. "They… left me." He lied back down. It was obvious he was trying not to cry. He didn't look a day older than the two. "It wasn't my fault," he whispered.
"How..." Hinata breathed. His heart was hammering inside his chest. "S-suga! We need some help here!" He yelled into his radio. Kageyama kept his eyes fixed on the half-man.
"Who did this to you?" He asked.
"Kageyama! How can you say that?"
"Can't you see, Dumbass! This wasn't just a zombie, that's not how their bites work."
"Oh look, Tobio, the intelligent one now, is he? Chibi-chan, you'd never believe me what happened to me."
Suddenly, the stranger coughed up blood, but it wasn't red. Kageyama instinctively moved in front of Hinata. His eyes scanned over the man again.
"W-wait. The Grand King?"
The name sent shivers down both of their spines. Oikawa Tooru, the man that disappeared from their lives since the Revolution. Oikawa, how could he not recognize his mentor? "What the hell..."
Hello, lovelies! Dragonflypoof here with a new story... Please tell me what you think! I've been wanting to write this one for awhile. If you are new to my writing, please check out my one-shots! Thanks for reading!