Chapter Text
Tsukishima:
Day's after outbreak: 0
Survivors: N/A
It happened so fast… but don't such stories all start that way?
Chaos, death, destruction?
Probably so. As such, it makes sense that even with their close bonds and efficient teamwork, even Karasuno couldn't handle the sudden Apocalypse.
They'd been in a training camp, with the Fukurodani Academy group, in a match against Nekoma, and suddenly without warning, they are overwhelmed, by soldiers that are trying to evacuate them, Zombie’s that are trying to eat them, and screams and chaos everywhere...obviously a bunch of unprepared teenagers in the middle of a match…
Well let's just say a lot of them got eaten or left behind that day.
Kageyama had begun to drag Hinata out by the hand, Daichi staying to the back of the group with Tanaka and two soldiers, assuming the best defence one could manage against the undead...and the ginger teen had tripped.
Fallen flat on his face like an idiot.
“Ah!”
“Hinata!”
“SHOUYOU!”
“Leave him, damnit, MOVE.” One of the soldiers screeched, moving to plant a bullet in the ginger teen before the undead could add him to their ranks, aim of the bullet slightly off, due to Noya’s attempt to stop the man, before the man was grabbed by two undead, screams erupting from his lips.
Regardless, the bullet still hit it’s mark, and Hinata ended up falling in pain, bullet jabbing into his shoulder, as he tried to pull himself up. Before anyone could react, the herd was upon him in an instant, zombie biting down into his exposed arms, teen flinching as he tried to escape.
“No!”
“You bas- OI!”
Obviously that action didn't go down well with the team, who struggled to get to the boy, but in the end, their route was cut off by the undead, and the barrel of guns pushing them on, away from the figure of Hinata, who was frantically trying to battle the zombie off of himself, blood soaking through his jersey already, but head turned to the team as he did, panic yet forgiveness shining in his eyes, mouth open in a silent whisper of ‘go,’ and unspoken ‘I love you’s’.
The small number 10 decoy was the first member the group left behind.
They had no idea where Takeda or Ukai were, and Yachi hasn't been able to come to the practise camp due to a cold, so the group had no time to worry for them in the fray. Somehow Karasuno had also lost Narita and Kinoshita in the fray and couldn’t go back to look for them. No one had seen where either of the 2nd years had gone, however equally no one had seen either die and that kept the group hopeful.
Most of Ubugawa and Shinzen’s teams were missing, only Chigaya and Shimafu escaping from Shinzen, and Kengo and Koji from Ubugawa. Only a small handful of Fukurodani had escaped too, five of them, the Captain and his Vice, Bokuto and Akaashi, as well as Saru, Komi and their first year manager, Kaori. Nekoma had also managed to drag out five players, Kuroo, Kenma, Inuoka, Shibayama and Lev, while Karasuno managed to escape with nine, luckily being the closest team to their escape route, nearly all of their players accounted for.
The group was pushed onwards, through streets of chaos, people running, cars crashed, and general screams of despair. Some of the members had left behind most of their team, their friends, and others had been luckier. Someone in front of them launched a bottle into a store window, fire breaking out as he did, before turning and dashing from a couple of mangled zombies. Some were trying frantically to break into a car, and others were simply running with whatever they could grab.
The team dashed forwards, the soldiers keeping the zombies mostly away from their group, and occasionally shooting other figures, for other people in need, but never stopping to help more than that. They had to keep those safe they had already obtained, and only others if they could.
The zombie numbers started to thin out the more they ran, the streets became emptier, no signs of humans nor zombies, and that gave them a slight bit of relief. The distant sounds of destruction, explosions, screams, was still present but not as heavy on their minds.
“Right, we need to find somewhere to camp until it clears up a little. Our mission was simply to assemble groups of individuals whom likely hold beneficial stats or skills. Since you’re all in sports teams that was a large factor in us gathering you. Currently we have no cure for what’s happened, and our first aim is to simply set up a camp, a large camp of survivors, and work from there.” One of the soldiers explained, the other surveying the area to locate a safe spot.
“Basically it’s exactly what it looks like, the dead rise up, and infect others… The only way to kill them is the brain, so far that’s all we know.”
The group stopped, and the players whom had escaped perked up, faint noise detected from one of the nearby houses, door bust open off it’s hinges.
“That sounds like… a kid.” Ennoshita from Karasuno took off first, into the house. He was the eldest of four siblings and hell, he wasn’t going to leave behind some scared kid no matter how shit scared he was.
“Wait! Damnit! Seto go after him!” The soldier shouted, and the other nodded, named Seto, raised his gun and entered the house.
Despite the other man warning the players not to follow, some did.
“Oi! Dammit fucking shit. Why can’t you kids listen?” The soldier spat angrily, unable to leave the group to follow the few that had entered the house behind Seto.
“Are they idiots?” Tsukishima sneered, watching Daichi, Sugawara and Kuroo run in after Seto and Ennoshita, but really he just needed someone to distract him, before he ran in blindly too, like an idiot after Kuroo.
“Yes they fucking are!” The other soldier still with them answered, whom they later learned was called Taro.
“I think-”
Two gunshots cut off whatever Yamaguchi attempted to say in response, and the group tensed, before Tsukishima gave in, he couldn’t stand around when Kuroo could be in trouble, and he too took off, into the house, ignoring sounds of protest behind him.
Now, he might not look like it, but Tsukishima was pretty adept at these situations, if only from video games. Since he was in a relationship with Kuroo, more often than not he’d spend time with the Nekoma Captain, down in Tokyo. Due to that, he’d somehow gotten roped into playing stuff with Kenma, Kuroo’s next door neighbour and Setter. The shorter male declared quietly once, that Tsukishima was way better than Kuroo at gaming, and was actually nice to play both against and with. Tsukishima wasn’t a stupid individual by far, and he simply acted on the same shitty plot he’d played hundreds of times, in the comfort of Kuroo’s lap, wrapped tightly in his arms, sat beside Kenma, who was never affected by their openly displayed affection.
Grabbing whatever was closest in the hallway, that could be a weapon, Tsukishima listened carefully to decipher where the others had gone in the house.
A thud and a yelp above him gave it away, and Tsukishima, now poorly armed, raced up the stairs, to a horrifying sight.
Ennoshita was dead.
That much was clear.
The second year was surrounded by a pool of red, a morbid sight, a gaping hole in his forehead, where the skin and flesh had been abused by the force of a bullet. Two zombies chewed into his legs and stomach, too distracted by the hunger for flesh to notice Tsukishima.
Next was Seto, who was attempting to wrestle a zombie off him, using a slab of wood to hold the monster away from his arms, knife held in one hand tightly.
Daichi, whom was sat on the ground was holding a ragged shirt or some other piece of clothing, to his arm, stained red with blood, Suga stood beside him was helping apply pressure, obviously too scared to attempt to help Seto, tears dusting his face, obviously for Ennoshita… The two had been quite good friends so he must be hurting.
The two kept a wary eye on the zombies around them, while trying to shuffle back towards the stairs.
Where was Kuroo though?
Suga noticed the blonde enter the area, and quickly pointed to another room, the room which would have coincidentally been above Tsukishima when he was downstairs.
“K-Kuroo! H-he-” Suga tried to speak.
Tsukishima didn’t hesitate, and it was a good thing too, as he entered the room just in time. Kuroo was backed into a corner, by two zombies, both adults, and one rather bulky looking. Kuroo had managed to arm himself too, with a baseball bat, and was attempting to swing it at the dead to keep them back, but he looked cornered and helpless.
Despite his situation, Kuroo didn’t miss Tsukishima in the doorway.
“Kei!” Kuroo exclaimed, in both worry and relief.
“Testsuro.” Tsukishima spoke, louder than intended, causing both zombies to turn to him. Kuroo took the split second of distraction to smash the bat down on the dead figures head, and repeating the action a few more times, when the figure tried to get back onto it’s feet after the first blow.
Tsukishima didn’t hesitate either, moving forward, to the zombie whose attention he had, before swiftly and simply stabbing the figure through the head with the ‘weapon’ he had gained, blood splashing onto his arms as he did.
When both teens were sure the two zombies wouldn’t be moving again, they gave a quick exhale of relief before Kuroo broke the silence and fucking laughed.
“An umbrella? Really? You brought an umbrella to a fight with a Zombie?” Kuroo asked, gasping for breath as he laughed and Tsukishima just grumbled under his breath.
“Hey I grabbed what I could… It worked didn’t it?” Tsukishima replied and Kuroo nodded, before moving to fill the gap between them, wrapping the blonde into his arms, holding him as tight as he could against him.
“You’ve got blood on you but at this moment in time, I could care less, I wasn’t sure I’d make it out of that… so thank you.”
Tsukishima just nodded, and tried to keep his bloody arms away from Kuroo the best he could, instead rubbing the liquid onto his own jersey shirt, and not Kuroo’s. In hindsight it wouldn’t have mattered, since Kuroo was in red anyway, but still, Tsukishima was not using this as a damn excuse to rub zombie blood onto his boyfriend (whom might he add, looked pretty fucking scared a couple of minutes ago).
Another yelp from the hallway caused the two to pull apart, Kuroo grabbing the bloody bat, and Tsukishima yanking the umbrella from the zombie’s skull, nose twitching at the disgusting sound the action caused. Despite their situation, Kuroo let another quiet chuckle at the fact his boyfriend had chosen an Umbrella as a weapon, before the two burst back out onto the landing.
Seto had managed to kill the zombie he’d been battling earlier, and was now stood in front of a young girl, knife raised to the other two zombies whom had now lost interest in Ennoshita’s corpse, and instead were more interested in him and the girl they’d found hiding in the house, the girl whose cries Ennoshita had followed blindly.
Suga and Daichi were waiting at the top of the stairs, beckoning the girl to them.
“Go, Go!” Seto ordered, pushing the young girl towards the group. Kuroo moved to pick the girl up, carrying her over his shoulder, taking a few quick footed steps backwards, his footwork at a top notch level after all.
“C’mon you heard him, get your asses down those stairs.” Kuroo ordered, and motioned for Daichi and Suga to go first.
The two Karasuno third years did as ordered, and Kuroo was ready to follow too, girl in one arm, bat in the other, except…
“Kei?”
“We can’t leave him by himself, you go, I’ll be fine.”
“No chance Kei I’m not-”
“ GO .” Tsukishima shouted and Kuroo’s eyes widened, he didn’t often hear the blonde shout and so he silently nodded.
“Don’t die.”
Tsukishima simply nodded, and Kuroo turned to head down the stairs too.
“You’re a damn brat but you’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.” Seto spoke, before charging forced, attempting to ram his knife into one of the zombies skulls, and ending up wrestling with the monster, against the wall, as Tsukishima moved forwards to the other one, still wielding an umbrella as he did.
Maybe it was just the fact he had to do a lot of quick thinking in Volleyball, or just the adrenaline he was running on but either way, Tsukishima’s footwork allowed him to move, and ram the umbrella into another undead skull without hesitation, gaining more blood on his arms, and face.
He seriously looked like a serial killer right now.
Turning to look at Seto, he managed to catch the end of their fight too. The soldier having gained the upper hand of the bulky being, jabbed his knife into it before ensuring it was dead, and yanking the weapon back out.
“You’re pretty darn good at this. I found this in one of the rooms, I think you should hold onto it for now, till we find something better for you.” Seto pointed to a large crowbar resting against a wall, as he managed to retrieve his gun he’s lost after Ennoshita had fallen.
“Your friend was pretty brave, but stupid. He yanked that door open and ended up face to face with one of those geeks , and he didn’t go down easy either. Thanks to him, that girl hasn’t been eaten though.” Seto mumbled, in an attempt to make Tsukishima feel better, as the blonde picked up the crowbar.
To be honest though, Tsukishima hadn’t interacted with Ennoshita much, except in the occasional match they’d be in together. But regardless, the player who they had all thought would be captain after Daichi, had given his life early on, for a little girl he’d never met.
When Tsukishima and Seto finally left the house, they faced another issue.
“Ennoshita’s dead? No. Don’t fucking joke with me!”
“Daichi are you okay?”
“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch, the gun misfired when he dropped it, and it just skimmed me, honest.”
“Ennoshita!”
“Oh my God Tsukishima are you okay?”
“Oh..my-”
“I’m fine. It’s not mine.” Tsukishima muttered, meaning the blood. The group was about to burst back into noise when-
“She’s already been bit….” That was from Taro, who was keeping the girl away from the rest of them.
“We need to shoot her.”
“Bit?” Inuoka from Nekoma asked. Shoot a little girl?
“If you get bit, you become.. That . A scratch can be enough. Don’t let them touch you if you can help it.” The soldier explained.
“Still, I can’t shoot a kid.”
“Then leave her.”
“Woah, woah, we can’t leave her after Ennoshi- after he-”
But before another word of protest could be heard, the soldier dropped the young girl to the floor, causing her to cry out in pain, tears streaming down her face.
“Go.”
The group of teens tried to move back to help her, but in the end, they were faced with the barrel of one of the Taro’s gun, and were pushed forward, leaving behind the crying girl, whose wails eventually died, just like she did.
“What the hell was that for- we- we-”
“We don’t have a cure. That’s why we’re doing this. Anyone who could slow us down or risk your lives...we have to end them.”
“Bu- that-”
“That’s why we shot that kid in the gym, and why we had to leave the girl… we can’t take risks for people. We have to leave anyone who might end up causing more deaths,”
“I understand that but you didn’t need to shoot Hinata you bastard!” Tanaka yelled, punching the soldier in the shoulder, since punching his helmeted face wouldn’t do much but hurt his own hand.
‘Would you rather we left him alive to be turned into the undead?”
“Shooting him was the best action. He wouldn’t have managed to get to his feet anytime quick enough, and if we’d have let grumpy eyebrows go for him, they’d have both died. We technically saved him from being an zombie-.”
Kageyama sent them a silent glare, as the group managed to take a breather, hiding in a smashed up pharmacy for a bit, grabbing anything they could, into bags or containers.
“But you fuc- Honestly.”
“Hinata was fast, you underestimated him, I bet he probably could have gotten up in time.” Inuoka added.
“And of course Kageyama went back for him, they’re teammates. Dumbasses.” Chigaya Eikichi spat, having been only one of two Shinzen players to escape, and thus was extremely bitter at the current time over leaving anyone else behind. The first year middle blocker was sticking close to Shimafu Noriaki, the 2nd year wing spiker from his team, mostly because he had no one left.
“Besides. Next time you better be prepared to shoot all of us. We’re not letting you leave any of us behind again.”
“Fine.”
The pharmacy they’d entered to hide in had already mostly been looted, but the group split up regardless, checking in between the shelves and behind the counter, grabbing whatever they could find.
Kaori did her best to try and patch up Daichi’s arm, with what they found, wrapping it with some bandages, the Karasuno Vice Captain never left Daichi’s side, throughout it, holding his hand reassuringly.
“Right we need a plan from here.” The 2nd year Ubugawa player, Kengo Nanasawa muttered.
“Agreed.”
“We need to reach the train station, from there we’re meant to be meeting up with some other soldiers, and escorting everyone out of the city.”
“It’s not that far from here, is it?”
“Nope. It wouldn’t take more than 20 minutes on foot.”
“We should try and collect what we can along the way though, or else things are going to become really sparse really quickly.”
“Right well this street is mostly empty, we can take it in shifts, small groups can go out and check the buildings in the street?”
“That sounds dangerous.”
“We won’t force anyone to go, but it’s up to you, we’ll keep you safe, It’s what we were told to do!” Seto offered and Tsukishima nodded. While Taro had been a dick, leaving behind the girl, and shooting Hinata, Seto had been a lot nicer, though still a bit of an ass.
“If we leave one of us here, and one going out, it’d be a wise choice. While a group is out, try and collect any food and weapons you can.”
“Right. I’ll go out first, does anyone want to volunteer to come with me, or else I’m by myself.” Seto spoke, and the players, whom were listening from where they were, dotted around the pharmacy all looked around at one another, wondering who would be stupid enough to offer.
The only hand that initially went up, was Tsukishima, which surprised everyone.
Since his hand went up, others followed, refusing to let him go at it alone, while the rest, whom didn’t offer, simply drowned in their fears, praying for their friends safe return, taking the cowardly choice.
In the end, it was Akaashi, Bokuto, Kenma, Kuroo, Yamaguchi and Noya whom accompanied Tsukishima and Seto. Tsukishima wasn’t sure why Noya tagged along, unless he felt obliged to, being his ‘Senpai’ and all, even if Tsukishima refused to call him such a thing… but the rest made sense. Yamaguchi didn’t often leave him, despite his harsh words. Kenma had gotten close to him over the last few months, having spent his time with the blonde and Kuroo. Akaashi and Bokuto were mostly the same. At the last training camp, the two, with Kuroo and Tsukishima had formed a small group, to practise, and summarily were all rather close (a group which later Hinata and Lev invaded too.) Tsukishima liked them both, even if Bokuto was loud and sometimes stupid. Akaashi was another matter, and the two really clicked, being rather similar. Tsukishima also found out that the two of them were dating but it wasn’t common knowledge. In exchange for being told, Tsukishima also revealed to them his own relationship, something which other than the two Fukurodani players, only Kenma and Yamaguchi knew about.
“Right we need to check the buildings, so we’ll start at this end, me and blondie will try and check this one first, in case there’s anyone inside, dead or alive.” Seto pointed at the first building, an old tv store.
“Woah, woah, woah, why does Tsukishima have to come? What if-”
“I’ll be fine.” Tsukishima interrupted.
“Let’s go.”
The first building went along smoothly and swiftly. After Seto and Tsukishima entered, they only found two zombies lurking in the store still. With silent coordination, Tsukishima took the one of the left out, with a strong swing of the crowbar, while Seto silently knifed the other from behind. When it was clear, the rest of the small foraging group finally properly entered the store.
Aside from lots of broken tvs they didn’t find much until they broke into the flat above it, passageway hidden behind a staff only door.
Upstairs was just like any regular house, minus the corpse in the bedroom, brains shot out, gun still loosely in the bodies grip.
“Well at least he didn’t do it a different way, or else we’d have another geek to contend with.” Seto explained, and reached down for the gun, checking the barrel.
“It’s still got 5 bullets left. It’s not a lot, but one of you can have it.”
The gun somehow ended up in Kenma’s hands, Tsukishima being the one to suggest it. He didn’t like the thought of Bokuto or Noya holding a loaded gun around him, because he suspected they’d likely have trigger fingers. Akaashi was a sensible choice, and so was Kenma. Yamaguchi probably wouldn’t know where to begin with a gun, and Kuroo had the baseball bat still. Out of Kenma and Akaashi however, Tsukishima figured Kenma would be a better choice. The setter had great accuracy in volleyball, and likely already knew how to work a gun, from his vast gaming knowledge.
The next store was a sweet shop. There wasn’t much to loot, and the group couldn’t get into the flat above the store, so in the end they left the store without much at all.
The group continued to clear the houses and buildings in the street, finding no one living, but equally very few dead. Most people had fled or already joined the herds of the undead.
On the plus side, as well as gathering some essentials like batteries, a lot of food and a couple of knives, the group also gained a hockey stick. Bokuto was given the hockey stick, much to Tsukishima’s worry, while Akaashi and Noya got knives of which they found. Kenma still had the gun, while Tsukishima held tightly onto the crowbar he’d been given, and Kuroo with the bat he’d found. This left Yamaguchi as the only one left unarmed, who was reliant on the others to keep him safe.
The group reached the last building easily, not needing to swap with anyone waiting in the pharmacy.
The last was a small supermarket-like store.
“This one might be tough.”
It was.
The store was full of zombies, and a lot of them noticed them instantly, turning to them, moving towards them.
“Oh shit.” Seto swore, pulling out his gun.
“The noise’ll probably bring more of ‘em, but I don’t think we have a choice.”
“Should we ru-”
“If we run back to the Pharmacy we’ll get surrounded, trapped inside and then everyone will die, because of us. We can’t go back till we shake these guys off.” Seto, the group nodding.
“Take that freckles, you need something to fight with.” Seto added, pointing to a spade hung up on one of the garden sections isles, to their right. Yamaguchi nodded, and collected the shovel.
Seto took off towards the herd first, moving a few steps forward, gun raised, shooting down three of the geeks with fairly decent accuracy.
Tsukishima and Kuroo moved in sync, both raised their weapons, and charged towards a small huddle of maybe five or six, moving together, taking on three each, back to back.
Bokuto leapt in after that, swinging wildly as Akaashi swiftly followed him. Bokuto, in his frenzy of swinging without any real sense of aim, failed to notice Akaashi protecting his back, killing off several of the undead, whom were seconds from sinking their teeth into Bokuto. Still, Akaashi had no issue, he’d protect his boyfriend's back, and knew that Bokuto would do the same.
Yamaguchi and Noya moved forwards together too, taking on the geeks coming from the right. Kenma didn’t really move, but kept the gun held steady in his hands, safety off and ready to fire if the situation needed him to. With only 5 bullets he needed to use them when they’d count.
The group managed to work their way through most of the zombies, Seto’s gunshots not drawing in masses of the undead, but calling in a few, which were disposed off. When the group began to relax, they spelled their doom. Seto stopped to reload, and failed to notice the zombie lurking behind the checkout, and despite Kenma reacting quickly and shooting the monster in the head, the creature still had the time to sink its teeth deep into Seto’s wrist.
Seto blinked in horror, down at his arm, before cursing loudly.
“Fuck. Fucking DAMNIT. Shit. Shit.” Seto kicked the dead geek angrily.
“Did- I-”
“Fucking damnit.”
“What happened?”
“The fucker bit me. I’m fucking screwed. Shit. This is crap! This is bullshit.” Seto swore again, and punched the counter angrily, thankfully there wasn’t any zombies left in the building, to be attracted to the sound.
“Well isn’t there-”
“There’s no way to stop it. I’m dead. I’m so screwed fucking-”
“Calm down.”
“CALM DOWN?? Are you an idiot?”
The teens among the group tensed, at the raised voice, ears ready to pick up any incoming trouble, that it may have signaled to, however no more of the dead came into the store.
“But how can a bite be enough? You seem fine to me?”
“It is enough.”
“What do we do then?”
“We need to quickly clear this store and head back to the group, from there I’ll relay the events to Taro, and hopefully...I don’t know...just… let’s hurry!”
The group didn’t need to be told twice. Akaashi, Kenma and Noya stayed near the door, on lookout, Yamaguchi sticking beside Seto, to keep an eye on him, while Bokuto, Tsukishima & Kuroo frantically grabbed whatever useful items they could find.
“Quick, quick, we’ve got incoming.” Noya declared the the three nodded, finishing up grabbing what they could, before the group dashed back out the building.
“Seven.”
That’s how many geeks waited for them.
“I’ll hold them back, you get him inside.” Bokuto ordered, Kuroo complied instantly, trusting the Fukurodani Captain, and giving a slight nod at Akaashi, who he knew wouldn’t leave the owl’s side.
Kuroo and Yamaguchi ended up helping Seto back to the pharmacy, back covered by Noya and Tsukishima, and then closely followed by Bokuto and Akaashi, the Captain wildly swinging at undead heads with force, backed by his Vice Captain.
Eventually the group made it back, all safe (minus Seto’s bite) to the Pharmacy, and entered into chaos….
Shimafu and Kengo were trying to hold back Kageyama, who literally looked on the precipice of killing Tari with his bare hands, said solider was backed up to a wall, but held a steady hand on his gun. Komi was sat in a ball in a corner, wrapped in the comforting arms of Saru, whom was attempting to calm the shorter Fukurodani player down. Tanaka looked like he’d been in a fist fight, sporting a bloody nose, while Koji held an eye, wincing in pain and glaring at the Karasuno player. Shibayama from Nekomo looked to be in about as bad a state of Komi, but had no one attempting to calm him, and instead looked on the verge of self destruct.
The only person whom seemed to notice the small groups re-entry was Kaori who looked thrilled to finally see the boys return.
“Guys! Shut it! They’re back!” Chigaya yelled, and most of them stopped, except Kageyama, who seemed to have not heard, and appeared content at continuing to reach for Taro, with the intent of murdering the man where he stood.
In the end, Bokuto and Kuroo managed to secure the setter a lot better than the two 2nd years had, and finally got around to asking what the hell happened.
“Are you guys all okay?”
And so, seven pairs of eyes flew across to Seto, who silently held up his arm, bite catching in the light.Taro gave a sharp intake of breath before he swore and hit the wall behind him angrily.
“It came from nowhere, two-toned kid shot it instantly but it’d already...yeah... “ Seto explained, shaking slightly as he spoke. He’s tried to remain strong but really, he was pretty shit scared. Between him and Taro, Seto was way more emotional and human. Taro was more logical and emotionless. He worked on facts and didn’t take into consideration how people felt.
“Okay. You look to have gathered a lot of stuff. That’s great. We need to split it between us. And our next bet would be to acquire some gas, or a large vehicle, a bus? A bus could hold us all. From there we’ll continue towards the train station as quick as we can.” Taro relayed.
“We can either cut off your arm, or shoot you when it’s the end, Seto?”
Seto tensed up at Taro’s words and nodded feebly.
“Just shoot me when it comes to it. Cutting off my arm has no guarantee that it’ll work.”
Taro simply nodded.
“You also seem to have gathered a few weapons, which is great. As we continue, I suggest you all try and find something you can use, or you’ll die pretty quick.”
The group split into small teams, Seto remaining close to Taro, whom was ready to plant a bullet in the soldier's head whenever he needed to. The teens who had obtained weapons all gained a few players each, that they’d stick with, and try and protect. Bokuto ended up with Saru and Komi, the two third year Fukurodani players were grateful to be alongside their powerful Captain and Ace. Akaashi was paired with Kaori and Shibayama, the Vice managed to calm Shibayama quickly, the first year Nekoma player warmed up to him instantly. Kuroo was placed with Chigaya and Shimafu, the two Shinzen players feeling grateful to be with the tall lanky Captain. Kenma had Lev and Inuoka. Yamaguchi was placed with Kengo and Koji from Ubugawa, and Noya had Asahi and Tanaka. This left Tsukishima with Suga, Daichi and Kageyama. Kageyama didn’t seem thrilled, but had yet to speak any words of protest… in fact… no one had heard him speak since Hinata was left behind. He was obviously taking it harder than others or something .
“Right. Let’s do this.”
And so, the group of teens exited the safety of the pharmacy, next plan of survival put into place, and moved following the plan, with the intention of obliterating the possibility of obtaining casualties...
If only things went that well for them though.