Kuroko no Basuke © Fujimaki Tadatoshi
The Walking Dead Frank Darabont, Robert Kirkman, Tony Moore, and Charlie Adlard
The Walking Dead [What If World..]
How the hell did it all turned out like this? They only wanted a single, and peaceful vacation. But then, it all turned out to a disaster.
"Where the fuck are we?" a man with dark skin and dark blue hair asked after he managed to recovered from the impact between him and the ground. His police uniform torned at the sleeve part as the blood flowing slowly from the wound. He stared at his wrecked car and groaned. "Chief going to kill me." his dark blue eyes turned to look at his friends who were trying to stand. First, the pilot, then the doctor and the fire man. They managed to recovered fast, but not with a certain red haired young man.
"Aka-chin injured badly on head." another man with purple hair cradled the said red head. The red head seems conscious but did not moved from his current position.
"Aominecchi! Why can't you drive nicely?!" the blond pilot whined as he rubbed his injured leg. Glared at the officer who only snorted at his comment. The blond sighed and glared at the tanned male more. "You hit that man anyway." the blond pilot get more grumpier than the last few seconds.
"I might not averted my gaze from the road if someone doesn't started to argue with me." the blue haired officer turned to glare at the another redhead. The fireman grunted and cursed lowly.
"Now I'm the one to blame?" the fireman groaned and he approached the group. "Let's find a nearby hotel or somewhere to rest. Akashi is injured badly." he jerked his thumb to now unconscious smaller redhead.
"I gave him a first aid treatment. But it won't last long until the pain come back. He might get a concussion later." the green haired doctor explained as he put away the first aid box into his back. "Murasakibara will carry him." he pointed to the purple haired patissier with his neatly tapped finger, before helping the blond pilot to stand. "I guess there might be a convenience store nearby." he pushed up his glasses.
"I guess we must walk there." the officer said as he picked his ammo bag from the car. But a groan stopped them from moving. He turned to saw a man with blood covering his body limping towards them. "Shit!" he cursed. There's no way a dead and rotten body could walk on its own. He threw a gun to the fireman, who immediately catched it, and picked his own gun then aimed to the man's head. "What the fuck are you?" he grunted in frustration. "You guys! Get closer to Kagami and don't get separated!" he shouted and the dead man rushed towards him. He pulled the trigger and shot the man right in the forehead. The body fell few inches in front of him.
"Gross." the blond pilot muttered as he stared at the now really dead body. "Come to think of it. Why Aominecchi brought guns with him?" his eyebrows raised in confusion and the officer shrugged his shoulders.
"Prepared for the worst."
After walking around for thirty minutes or so, they finally found an old pharmacy. Now they could treat their injuries. Lucky that the has the green haired doctor on their side. If not, maybe they might become a bunch of walking mummies, judging by the way they clumsily treated their own wounds. "Lay Akashi there." the doctor instructed and decided to take a stroll around the pharmacy with the fireman. In case they bumped into those walkers. Maybe he could pick some bandages, cotton or maybe clean water and basin. This place is pretty left out so he doubted if there is someone around.
His emerald eyes locked to a pack of newly opened knife set. "This might come handy." he gestured to the package while talking to the red haired fireman, who nodded in return. The redhead picked the package, make sure it was safely closed, before handing it over to the officer.
"Handy. Not to mention that Akashi were pretty good with sharp things." he muttered lowly. The doctor only shook his head and the officer snickered.
"Maybe I could test it on you two. Daiki, Taiga."
The fireman and the young police shivered at the voice. They blood ran cold and the taller redhead immediately ran to catch up with the doctor. Scared that he'll be cut into pieces if he stayed there any longer. "Glad you're awake, Akashi." the young officer scratched the back of his neck and laughed nervously.
"Guys, can anyone help me?" the blond pilot whined as he tried to stop the blood from flowing out of his injured leg. "Can't feel my leg." he mumbled. His face contorted in pain and looked more pale than before. Probably because of the blood loss. But then, the doctor came in the right time with bandages and disinfectant in his arms.
"Aomine, Kagami, I need your help." he said. The fireman and officer nodded in unison before kneeled down in front of the blond. The doctor gave a cotton to the purple haired man, making sure it was soaked with cold and clean water. And the said man immediately treated the smaller redhead's wound. He turned around to focus with the young pilot's injury. "The cut is deep. We need to wrap it before he dies from blood loss." he pushed up his glasses and started to clean the wound with a certain officer holding the pilot, and the fireman went to assist him, by bringing water or stuffs.
"Um, who are you guys?"
All their body froze at the unfamiliar voice behind them. The tanned officer immediately turned around and prepared his gun, only to met a young man with light blue hair in preschool teacher uniform. There were a smeared blood on his cheeks and neck, and he were gripping onto an axe like it was his savior.
"Who are you?"