A/N: A friend of mine asked me to write a zombie AU and even though I said "hell no im not gonna write kurobas fanfic im gonna ruin it omfggg" I ended up writing everything out and it was too late to turn back. It takes a special kind of fandom for me to have the guts to do this ahaha. Please feel free to critique and give me feedback because I have no idea what I'm doing.

There may be implied KagaKuro but honestly, I'm so horrid at this that I don't know if that's what's gonna come out of it or not. Thank you very much orz

Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basket is a product of Fujimaki Tadatoshi and does not belong to me (but i sure wish it did).

It had to have been at least two or three months of living hell. It was easy to lose track of time when one had to walk through the ruins of what was once a huge thriving city, while avoiding the shambling carnivorous creatures that were once its inhabitants. Even at this point, most survivors had found their way out of the city. All except one.

Kuroko Tetsuya had lived like a scavenger for what had to have been two months. He still kept track of the days, but it was rarely one of his top priorities anymore. It was around the time when the first panic was starting to die out and the humans who remained were more focused on surviving and finding a way out. Those who managed to survive the first month were already far and wide, scavenging for supplies and trying to find shelter. It became increasingly hard to find someone who was alive at this point. Kuroko himself hadn't seen anyone friendly in a long time. It was hard to distinguish who was friendly and who would shoot you on the spot for your backpack. He kept to himself and watched from a distance. He had always been pretty good observing others, and he usually had a good idea of whether he was watching a bandit or some down on-their-luck survivor. Kuroko always had a good vantage point of the streets too, so he would watch from above with his binoculars.

Never had he actually gone down from his spot and helped someone before. He observed. He waited. He never moved, and they never noticed the head of blue hair that stood out from some broken window four stories above them.

He had always had a weak presence though. People barely noticed him. Most of them didn't even realise he was there. He was used to it, but it wasn't the same when most of the population had become flesh-eating creatures. What he once thought of as an inconvenient trait had now become the one thing that prevented him from getting torn apart. Even the infected couldn't seem to sense him. Kuroko tried to figure out the limits to this once. Only once, considering how he almost got killed in the process. It turned out that if he was careful enough, he wouldn't be detected until he was about two or three meters away from the infected… like right this instant.

This was one of the most unnerving things about traveling through the city. The streets were usually packed with zombies and they only started to segregate once the sun was down. Kuroko hadn't quite timed this properly, and he found himself stuck in an alleyway behind some trash bins. There were too many zombies for him to just sneak past. The street he was on wasn't very wide though, and it was a distance that he knew he could sprint without too much trouble. Granted, there was the risk of attracting the horde, but that was something he didn't really want to think about.

He had to get from point A to point B without getting grabbed and eaten. The usual routine. Having been crouched behind the trash bins, he slowly stood up and got ready to run. The plan was to rush into the next alleyway and look for a way into one of the apartments. He could see the fire escape from where he was, so he would have to grab the ladder and then climb his way into one of the higher floors. He would then have less than a minute to pull up the ladder before one of the infected got a hold of it.

At least, that's what should have happened if Kuroko hadn't accidentally knocked the trash bin over in the process.

This was the worst case scenario.

There were ten zombies in his field of vision, and each one of them was looking at him.

The sight of their rotten and grotesque figures stumbling towards him gave him the boost of adrenaline he needed to get out of there. Kuroko had no choice but to turn back. He darted back into the alleyway and tried his best to maneuver around the corners. It didn't stop him from nearly collapsing on top a pile of trash. Several zombies were already approaching his location. He could hear their raspy moans get louder as they got closer. There wasn't enough time to stand around and plan a strategy. He had to head back to his last haven and stay low until the horde cleared again. Kuroko clumsily got back on his feet and switched to jogging once he found the fire exit he was looking for. The blue haired man remembered a time when he struggled to keep up with gym classes and sports practices. Along with his weak presence, he had a small build and very bad stamina. He rarely ever mentioned it but it used to bother him. Sure, he steadily improved, but even he had to admit that the whole zombie doomsday fiasco had helped him get back into working out. Assuming working out was in the form of running for your life and jumping around everywhere.

The young man pulled down the fire escape ladder and started to climb. His heart was beating against his chest at a rapid pace. Even with his gloves on, he could feel his hands starting to get clammy. Close calls with zombies were the absolute worst. He almost froze up as he got to the first patio and saw the horde come in around the corner. He pulled up the ladder so they couldn't reach it and proceeded to climb the stairs back to the third floor of the building. Kuroko was pretty sure he had left the window open, in case of emergencies.

This was very much an emergency.

Kuroko sighed with relief when he spotted the open window, and slowly climbed in. It was dark, but no longer quiet now that he had attracted the horde into the alley. He closed the window behind him and took a quick glance around the place. The third floor of the grimy apartment building was clear of zombies. Someone had taken the effort to block the door to the stairs with a large dresser, and a small makeshift barricade made of various chairs and tables surrounded the elevator. It was no longer functioning though, judging from the lack of blinking lights. There was barely any sign of the previous occupants, but Kuroko was still grateful that some poor soul out there had taken the time to take care of all the safety precautions. He knew that most of the apartments were open, since he checked when he first got in. The one to his left was securely locked though, and a broken generator was placed against it. An extra precaution. With the place smelling like death, there were a few guesses about where that smell was coming from. He left it alone and quietly maneuvered through the hallway until he reached the apartment that he claimed for himself.

It was, without a doubt, one of the most rundown places he found himself holed up in. The apartment building itself was an improvement from the convenience store roof he had been stuck on a few days ago, so he couldn't be picky. All the windows were broken, and none of the appliances were working anymore. Anything that contained batteries stopped functioning ages ago. Kuroko had already picked the place clean, so he wasn't too fond of being forced to stay there longer.

He didn't hesitate to drop his bag on the pile of discarded furniture in the living room and lean against the wall near one of the windows. He slid down until he was in a comfortable sitting position, and placed his head on his knees. Kuroko covered his ears and shut his eyes closed. Breath in from the nose. Breath out from the mouth. Deep breaths. He let his hands down once the adrenaline died down and his heart began to beat at its regular pace. That was too close of a call, but everything was okay now.

He couldn't do this for much longer.

With that in mind, he couldn't stop himself from drifting to sleep.