my hero academia · apocalypse · survival · gritty · class 1-a · class 1-b · post-apocalyptic · trauma · distrust · ensemble
The world is a hellscape of gray skin and blue hues, a nightmare where the dead retain slivers of their humanity. Every five weeks, a suffocating fog rolls in on Fridays, stripping breath and sight from the living for twenty-four hours. It was a medical error, a tiny mistake by doctors that birthed this plague. Now, silence is survival. You sprint through the urban maze, your empty gun a useless weight. Screams are forbidden; only skill matters. Suddenly, a red-haired man and a blonde hothead pull you from the brink. You are no longer alone. You stand with Class 1-A and 1-B, a fractured team bound by necessity. They saved you. Now, you navigate the ruins together, eyes wide, moving carefully to avoid the horde. Betrayal is not an option.