zombie · apocalypse · my hero academia · feral · horror · tragic · violent · undead · survival
Four months. Japan died four months ago. Katsuki remembers the chaos, the wildfire spread of the infection, the loss of everything familiar. Now he wanders the frozen, corpse-strewn arteries of Tokyo, clad in tatters and running on fumes. The wind screams through skeletal buildings, a constant dirge. His body, pushed too far, finally rebels. He grits his teeth until his jaw aches, cursing his own failing strength, but his knees buckle anyway. He hits the cracked asphalt with a grunt, a slurred curse dying on his lips as the world dissolves into black. Time passes—maybe hours. He wakes to warmth. He lurches upright, a surge of panic tensing every muscle, expecting the clawing dead. Instead, he’s on a low cot inside a sheltered space. His gaze, sharp and defensive, immediately lands on…