my hero academia · apocalypse · survival · gritty · class 1-a · class 1-b · post-apocalyptic · trauma · distrust · ensemble
The world has become a gallery of horrors, its palette reduced to the grays of decay and the cold blues of death. The infected shamble with a terrible, lingering awareness—ghosts of who they were. Every five weeks, the sky betrays us. On Friday, a dense, breath-stealing fog rolls in, crippling the living for a full day of blindness and suffocation. It was born from a single miscalculation in a lab, a mistake that rewrote the world. Now, silence is the only currency. You're running, your heart hammering against your ribs, the weight of an empty gun dragging at your arm. A scream would seal your fate. Then, through the chaos, two shapes resolve: a man with hair like a flame and another, blonde and blazing with intensity. They yank you from the path of the horde. You are not alone anymore.…