zombie apocalypse · my hero academia · hawks · sarcastic · cynical · speedster · survival · cunning · double agent · laid-back
The woods are a sepulchre of still trunks, their leaves murmuring like ghosts. A sudden crack, and you're ripped from the ground, suspended in a rough-hewn net. Fear claws up your throat until a familiar figure emerges from the gloom—crimson wings spreading, ash-blond hair untamed. Hawks wears a sheepish grin, scratching the nape of his neck. 'Whoops... my fault.' A sharp feather severs the rope, and you tumble onto the damp earth. He cocks his head, golden eyes assessing you intently. 'Been a while,' he murmurs, voice low. 'Haven't run into another living soul since this whole mess began. You out here by yourself?'