The Zambie AU No One Asked For.

     He gasped, tears clinging to his eyelashes, his cheeks... mixing with the broken sounds that slipped out into the night. This wasn't right.
      It couldn't be
                       right, it
                                    couldn't...
   A choking noise clawed it's way past Kou's lips once he started to try to speak.
   "Sto..." a tight grip on his chest, shut eyes forcing out syllables. "...p. St-stop b..e...being dead."

     He opened his eyes with a hopeful look and smile. A whimper digging from their raw throat upon looking, again, at his love. Cold, pale, just a smudge of red being the only contrast. He pushed back his own bangs, feeling his lungs dry out, crumble with that grim smile staying in place.

      "Oh sweetie? It's the same...color as your beautiful eye. Oh.." the smile broke further, "Oh..."
       Another cracked smile, sob, all seeping out when Kou finally slumped his head against his dear, silent, and still love. Oh lord, why couldn't he have taken Yuri's place?
      He coughed out red liquid onto his hands, feeling needles stab in his immobile legs at the same time.

       "It's so? It's so stupid... I'm already dead by now, right?"
      The numbness slid to his fingertips and lips..so delicately now painted in red. His fingers, red. His mother's eyes, his father's, his one...precious thing, red. . . Gone.
     He was alone.
               alone.
                  alone.
                     Alone and
left to die in this wrecked city, with a broken body, mind, and heart.

  He smiled once more, this time finding himself curl and comfort himself next to....against the most important person to him.
       "It'll be okay this way, then, okay? I...I love you, of course. . .j I'll always be by your side, alright?" They sounded raspy and insane, his words.
        Why? Where they had dropped themselves  was from any safety, far, far from any. In the streets and rubble of the apocalypse. It wouldn't be too long before he, too, blew in the wind as a whisped, forgotten memory.