As I was writing this chapter, some of the things that happened just came to my mind. I apologise in advance if you guys feel discomfort on what happens next.

I don't own the characters.

Kuroo held onto Yamamoto, who was barely hanging in there as he pulled in ragged breaths. Ichiro was sitting in the corner, playing with the gun in his hand as an officer came in.

"Sir, we have intruders on the base and they've blown up the detention facility."

"Well, that makes life a little easier for us now I guess. Maybe its time to light up the party."

He reached into his pocket and pressed a remote, a grin on his face as he turned to the officer, "You might want to get out of here."

The officer squealed as he ran for his life as Kuroo yelled, "What the hell did you do?!"

"I heard you kids were the best of your group on the field. Let's see how you guys deal with the undead in these conditions," he grinned as he twirled the keys in his hands.

"You're mad. You're actually mad," Kuroo snarled as Ichiro slammed the door behind him, the only thing he could hear now was the sound of the blood rushing to his brain.

"Kuroo-san, leave me behind," Yamamoto wheezed as Kuroo scooted over, chuckling, "Even if I wanted to, I'm trapped here."

Yamamoto coughed as he lay on his back, his hand coated with blood as he wheezed, "Tell me, do you think that we would have even lived to survive after this shit, to actually live normally?"

Kuroo had thought of how life would have been if they could go back to school heck, even study and everything then do this. But if this hadn't happened, he wouldn't have met the guys and he was grateful for that.

"We will. You'll find a girl, get hitched and start a family, got it? We're going to make this right. Takeda-sensei is already putting together a cure so we'll be alright, you hear me?" Kuroo said as Yamamoto smiled, his face turning pale as he whispered, "That sounds great Kuroo-san."

Yamamoto's hand went slack as Kuroo cradled him, sobbing as he held onto his friend when the door was kicked open and Iwaizumi and Oikawa came tumbling in.

"Where the heck did he go? Shit… I swore this is the right room," Oikawa murmured as Iwaizumi dashed to them, Kuroo shaking his head when his eyes went to Yamamoto's face. Kuroo gently closed his eyes before picking him up.

"Are you seriously going to carry a corpse around with you?" Oikawa mused as Kuroo nodded, "I'm going to give this guy the burial he deserves."

…

"Shit, it's so hard to fight in these conditions," Hinata murmured as he headbutted a guy, howling as he gripped his head when Kageyama snapped, "Use your head properly dammit!"

"I am using it!"

"Not in that way, Boke!"

As Kageyama refrained himself from choking Hinata, the alarms blared above their heads as one of the cadets on the floor who was still conscious squeaked in fright.

"Holy shit, he actually did it…" he yelped as Kageyama snatched him by the collar, "What the hell is going on around here?"

"Ichiro-san.. he…" the boy yelped when his arm was ripped off by a zombie from behind. The boy howled as he was snatched away, the sound of bones being crunched out splitting the air as Hinata grabbed Kageyama by the arm.

"Bakeyama, get out of here!" he yelled as he pulled the clip off a grenade and tossed it into the darkness, dragging Kageyama with him as the corridor exploded.

"Shit, he let in zombies in this facility. What the hell is he thinking?" Hinata growled as he drove his knife into a zombie's neck. The guy was wearing an officer's uniform and he didn't have to be a genius to know that this was what happened if you defied your superiors in this base.

"Everyone, get out right now!" Daichi yelled as Asahi yelled from the other side, gunfire following as screeches sounded in the background.

"I don't care how you get out, just get out alive!" Daichi yelled as Asahi cried out, the connection cutting as Hinata cursed.

"Shit…" he growled as he gripped his knives, Kageyama's hand curling on his gun as they stood back to back, zombies, starting to pour into the corridor as Hinata nodded, "Let's get this party started."

…

"Asahi! Asahi!" Suga cried out as he clutched onto his friend, Daichi covering for them as they fled down the corridor. They had run into a group of zombies and barely managed to escape when Asahi had jumped in front of Suga and got slashed.

"Leave me, I can buy you some time," Asahi murmured as Suga smacked him on the face.

"Shut up! We're not leaving you behind!" he snapped as Asahi groaned in pain. The blood was seeping out of his wound more rapidly and they knew that the blood was attracting more zombies to them.

"Please, leave me!" Asahi yelled as he pushed Suga away, the silver-haired boy smashing into Daichi as Asahi pulled out a grenade, a weapon he rarely ever used.

"Live," he whispered as he turned to face the zombies.

"Asahi!" Suga yelled as Daichi held him back when Asahi pulled the clip, Daichi dragging Suga with him before the corridor set alight, the blast sending them slamming into the ground as Daichi curled his body into Suga's, shielding him from the blast.

"Asahi… Asahi…" Suga whispered as Daichi got up and grabbed him by the arm.

"Don't let him die in vain," Daichi whispered as what remained of the zombies came towards them. Daichi pointed his gun at them to find the clip empty, swearing as he chucked the gun onto the ground.

"Is this it, Daichi? We're going to die in pain…" Suga whispered, his mind going blank as he thought of the people who had been torn apart in front of his eyes, his best friend getting blown up, their captain being flattened by the pole…

"Suga!" Daichi yelled when a blast door slammed in front of them, cutting them off from the zombies as Bokuto's voice chirped from above.

"Ah I think we did it! Guys, get out of here! We've set this place to blow in five minutes!"

"Do you think we can get out by then, Bokuto-san?"

"What, it always works in the movies?"

Daichi grabbed onto Suga, shaking his shoulders as he snapped, "We're getting out of here alive, got it! I swear I'll protect you and the others until we die."

Suga numbly got to his feet, his mind slightly clearing up as he passed his gun to Daichi as he said, "I'll cover you."

Daichi gave him his usual sweet smile as he loaded the gun, both of them running to the exit as the zombies pounded on the doors behind them.

…

"This way!" Kuroo yelled as they ran down the corridor, Iwaizumi holding the rear as he shot at the zombies, the gun soon running out of bullets as he swapped to his knife.

"How much further?!" Oikawa yelled when the sound of doors slamming down as Kuroo cursed, "Shit, run for it!"

They could already hardly moved with Kuroo carrying Yamamoto in his arms and the zombies were closing in more as the door in front of them began to close.

"Dump the body dammit!" Oikawa yelled as Kuroo tossed Yamamoto past the door before running after. The door was closing fast and Oikawa barely managed to turn when he felt himself getting shoved through the door before it slammed, leaving Iwaizumi trapped on the other side.

"Iwai-chan!" he yelled as he pounded on the door, screaming his best friend's name as Iwaizumi yelled, "Get away from here! The exit is nearby!"

"The hell I'm leaving you! I swore that we would be together always!"

"Don't make this sound like a bad romance film!"

Oikawa heard the sounds of zombies howling as Oikawa pounded on the door, his knuckles starting to bleed as he howled, "Shit! Shit it all!"

"Run, Shittykawa!" he yelled as Oikawa heard him yell in pain, zombies clamping down on him even as he tried to fight his way through. Oikawa… Oikawa felt like he had just killed his best friend.

"Iwaizumi Hajime!" he yelled as he heard a body slump onto the door, a light chuckle coming from the other side as Iwaizumi whispered, "That's the first time you ever called me that."

Flashbacks of when they were children, Oikawa holding out a hand to a grumpy Iwaizumi as he shook it, crushing his fingers as he yelped.

Both of them in their very first volleyball training, the ball fitting his hands as he tried to toss and Iwaizumi hitting it with precision, always appearing when he needed him to be.

Both of them sobbing when the lost to Ushijima over and over on the court.

Countless nights of them practicing on the court and years later, practicing how to fight one another to survive.

The agony of having to hold onto Iwaizumi as he fought for his life only to prolong it ever so slightly.

His heart crying out for the one person who had ever trusted or called him a friend.

"Oikawa sobbed as he heard the sound of ripping flesh when Iwaizumi whispered, "Live on, Tooru."

There was a gurgling sound as a knife dropped onto the ground, blood pooling from beneath the door as Oikawa sobbed as he realized that Iwaizumi had taken his own life rather than get devoured.

"Oikawa…" Kuroo started as Oikawa turned to him, smashing him in the face as he yelled, "You idiot! You stupid freaking idiot!"

He smashed Kuroo in the face multiple times, sobbing as he cried out, "You should have just dumped the damn corpse! Now Iwaizumi is dead! My best friend is freaking dead!"

"My friend is dead as well! Suck it up dammit!" Kuroo yelled as he headbutted Oikawa, who fell on his butt as Kuroo picked up Yamamoto's body once more.

"If you want Iwaizumi's death to have been in vain, stay here and sob. I'm leaving," he growled as he walked off, Oikawa cursing as he slowly got up before pressing his fist against the door the way he and Iwaizumi used to do whenever they were at a volleyball game together.

"Live on, Shittykawa," he could hear him say as he turned to walk away, wiping away his tears as he ran for his life.

Well RIP to those three characters (Iwaizumi's case was totally not planned but I thought it wouldn't make sense if they had lived the whole way. Kind of realised I should have killed off some of the character, to begin with or else this wouldn't have made much sense..."