Major Tags: Blood, gore, death Other Tags: ZOMBIES. Like the prompt suggests. Word Count: 474 words
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When Aomine first heard about the middle school reunion, he had thought that it was some plot of Akashi’s. Who held middle school reunions?!
Now that he was being chased through the hallway by zombies, he was positive that it was some plot of Akashi’s. Who else would be responsible for zombies?!
A low, horrible moan left Kise’s mouth as he lurched forwards with startling rapidity given that one of his feet ended in a stump. Aomine was pretty sure he’d seen Murasakibara popping a painted toenail into his mouth like a grape earlier. As he ran, he cast a quick look back at Kise’s remaining foot. Yeah. Painted toenails. Must be a model thing.
He poured on more speed, trying desperately to get away from the zombies that seemed to be lurking in every room and corridor. The only good thing that could be said was that zombies didn’t seem to be able to get into the Zone; the Generation of Miracles made for terrifyingly quick, strong zombies without that and honestly, when Aomine stopped to think about it, it wasn’t a surprise that the school reunion had been overrun so quickly.
He wasn’t going to stop though. He wasn’t going to stop running, he wasn’t going to stop searching for safety or at least a corner of the school where his cell signal worked and he was definitely not going to stop being grateful that Momoi had had a stomach ache and been unable to attention.
He rounded a corner, slammed a basketball into a caterer’s face (his head popped right off like a wine work) and kept running. When something grabbed his elbow and yanked sideways, he spun to instinctively attack even as part of him questioned how anything could’ve gotten so close to him without being noticed.
“It’s me,” Kuroko said quietly, face tilted up and utterly clean of any blood. “Come on. I can use my Misdirection Overflow to keep you safe for a few minutes. The zombies don’t notice me. Follow me - the kitchens haven’t been touched and the window looks out onto the car park. You can climb out and drive away. Get help.”
“What about you?” Aomine asked, keeping a tight hold on Kuroko’s shoulder as Kuroko led him through the hallways. As promised, none of the zombies even looked at him as they lurched about from side to side.
Kuroko didn’t answer until they were in the empty kitchen. The large glass windows over the stove were meant to air out the room but now they provided a perfect escape for Aomine.
“I need to see if there’s anyone else I can rescue, Aomine.” For a second, Kuroko’s lips touched Aomine’s cheek and then he turned to return to the madness of carnage. “Don’t come back for me. Get as far away as you can.”
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T
Other Tags: ZOMBIES. Like the prompt suggests.
Word Count: 474 words
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When Aomine first heard about the middle school reunion, he had thought that it was some plot of Akashi’s. Who held middle school reunions?!
Now that he was being chased through the hallway by zombies, he was positive that it was some plot of Akashi’s. Who else would be responsible for zombies?!
A low, horrible moan left Kise’s mouth as he lurched forwards with startling rapidity given that one of his feet ended in a stump. Aomine was pretty sure he’d seen Murasakibara popping a painted toenail into his mouth like a grape earlier. As he ran, he cast a quick look back at Kise’s remaining foot. Yeah. Painted toenails. Must be a model thing.
He poured on more speed, trying desperately to get away from the zombies that seemed to be lurking in every room and corridor. The only good thing that could be said was that zombies didn’t seem to be able to get into the Zone; the Generation of Miracles made for terrifyingly quick, strong zombies without that and honestly, when Aomine stopped to think about it, it wasn’t a surprise that the school reunion had been overrun so quickly.
He wasn’t going to stop though. He wasn’t going to stop running, he wasn’t going to stop searching for safety or at least a corner of the school where his cell signal worked and he was definitely not going to stop being grateful that Momoi had had a stomach ache and been unable to attention.
He rounded a corner, slammed a basketball into a caterer’s face (his head popped right off like a wine work) and kept running. When something grabbed his elbow and yanked sideways, he spun to instinctively attack even as part of him questioned how anything could’ve gotten so close to him without being noticed.
“It’s me,” Kuroko said quietly, face tilted up and utterly clean of any blood. “Come on. I can use my Misdirection Overflow to keep you safe for a few minutes. The zombies don’t notice me. Follow me - the kitchens haven’t been touched and the window looks out onto the car park. You can climb out and drive away. Get help.”
“What about you?” Aomine asked, keeping a tight hold on Kuroko’s shoulder as Kuroko led him through the hallways. As promised, none of the zombies even looked at him as they lurched about from side to side.
Kuroko didn’t answer until they were in the empty kitchen. The large glass windows over the stove were meant to air out the room but now they provided a perfect escape for Aomine.
“I need to see if there’s anyone else I can rescue, Aomine.” For a second, Kuroko’s lips touched Aomine’s cheek and then he turned to return to the madness of carnage. “Don’t come back for me. Get as far away as you can.”