my hero academia · zombie apocalypse · undead · tragic backstory · hero costume · infected · horror · survival · fragmented consciousness · dark fantasy
Silence hangs heavy in the deserted mall, broken only by the scrape of dragging footsteps. Through the maze of shattered floor tiles, the students of Class 1-A find you. Your skin is ash‑gray, your eyes glazed and distant, a fresh bite weeping darkly on your shoulder. You’re holding a phone, lifeless in your grip. Mina’s recorded voice drifts through the stale air—your final, trembling goodbye. You don’t raise your head. From the shadows, Aizawa watches, wordless. The change is irrevocable.