Here it is as promised Neon! Zombie AU request Either HCs of the Kirisaki Daīchi boys and who they are in the zombie apocalypse (ie the one who gets bit first, the unintentional hero,etc) OR scenario where the outbreak has been going on for a while and Hanamiya has to make a run for supplies. You pick! 😁

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Somebody knows one of the fastest ways to my heart!!
WARNING: if you get squeamish around this kind of stuff, I may or may not have gone a little overboard with this prompt, hehe

With his back against the wall, Hanamiya could feel his heart pounding in his chest. It practically rattled his rib cage, making him hyper aware of all the cuts, scrapes, and bruises he had accumulated over the past few weeks. Clutching a baseball bat closer to his body, he could feel pricks against his skin as the nails he’d crudely hammered into it dug through the thin fabric of his shirt.

He could hear some of the dead just around the corner.

A low groan met his ears, the sound a lot closer than it had originally been. Hanamiya couldn’t stop the shudder from running along his spine and he had to bite his tongue to keep from gagging at the smell of rotted flesh. The crunch of gravel underneath shuffling feet was getting closer; one of the dead would be next to him any second now.

Across the street, hiding in the alley directly in his line of vision, Hanamiya could see Yamazaki, his own bat wrapped with barbed wire held close to his side. If he really bothered to look, Hanamiya would see the small scratch on Yamazaki’s faced where he’d gotten too close to his own weapon.

“Ready?” Hanamiya mouthed the word, making sure his teammate had direct eye contact with him. “Now.”

The second a torn shoe entered his field of vision, Hanamiya threw himself out from behind the corner. The bat in his hands swung through the air before colliding with softening flesh. He heard a crunch, noting that bones were broken, and pried his weapon out of the zombie before another could attack. He tried not to pay attention to the little bits of flesh that stuck to the nails.

This went on for what seemed like hours, Hanamiya smashing his bat into heads with as much force as his weakened body could muster. There was no time to see if Yamazaki had followed in his footsteps, no time to look for if his teammate had actually survived. He could only focus on killing the walking dead ahead of him, ignoring faces he may or may not have recognized at one point in his life as he made his way closer to the pharmacy step by painstakingly slow step.

And then—

“Hanamiya, behind you!”

He felt the strain in his throat before he heard his own voice, a sudden reaction to the teeth sinking into his shoulder. Searing pain scorched his skin and he could feel tissue being ripped from his body. The harsh sound of a baseball bat cracking open a skull was too close to his ears, but at the very least the gnawing teeth were off him.

“Hanamiya…”

For the first time, Hanamiya looked over to his teammate. Blood had stained his weapon and clothes, quickly oxidizing into a thick, blackened mess. Yamazaki, however, was staring at the gaping wound bleeding profusely from Hanamiya’s shoulder.

“Well?” Even now, Hanamiya’s voice had a taunting tone despite the weakness behind it. “You know we do to people that get bit.”

Yamazaki’s eyes found Hanamiya’s, gaze wavering. “R-Right…” He lifted his bat high above his head.

And then it was over.

Wow!!!! This was so great!! You never disappoint! I’m glad you got the ask and what you did with it is amazing!!