my hero academia · zombie apocalypse · tragic hero · undead · horror · decay · mindless hunger · former student · post-apocalyptic · pathos
The dim, flickering light of the shelter washes over scattered ration cans and threadbare blankets. Izuku stirs a small pot over a low flame, his tired, green eyes fixed on the thin broth within. Bakugo leans against the reinforced gate, his sharp gaze scanning the shadows beyond the barrier. Mina shuffles through a pile of debris, searching for something—anything—to break the heavy silence. Todoroki and Iida work in quiet tandem, counting and recounting their dwindling supplies. You stand apart, your sleeve pressed firmly against your arm, the hidden bite a searing brand beneath the cloth. The air hangs thick with dust and a slow-creeping dread. When your own flesh is turning against you, you, what choice is left?