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chinanigans2019-05-27 06:51 pm
mightdoriya) wrote in chinanigans2019-05-27 06:51 pm
So look me in the eyes and tell me what you see
[It had been two years since the outbreak occurred. Izuku hadn't seen most of the friends he met that first year in a long, long time. He knew in his heart of hearts they were still out there, surviving just as he was. He couldn't let the burden of not knowing become too weighty to bear.
He couldn't quite explain how things ended up the way they were today. Maybe someone's Quirk went wild and created the virus, or it just...came into being, similar to the way Quirks had on their own. It was hard to say, only that within those first few months it didn't take long for Japan's society to dissolve even with as many heroes as they were. It's hard to be a hero when literally anyone is susceptible to the same fate. It didn't matter if you were a Hero or a Villain, not anymore.
At first Izuku had stuck with his class to try and help those they could. A quarantined city of sorts was quickly erected in some area of the country, and that's where any healthy person went if they could manage to go before disaster struck. Izuku knew his mother had gone, which was the only comfort he had despite not having seen her in so long...but things had become bleak. Food was becoming scarce, and fewer and fewer survivors actually roamed the wards. Mostly...it was just the dead.
Zombies.
Izuku curses darkly against the inside of the mask of what used to be part of his hero costume as he jumps up onto an overturned car, a rucksack over his back as he looks back at the cluster of zombies that had followed him up this far. U.A., the very school he'd been at when news of the first few sick broke out, was just ahead. He knew better than to lead the zombies directly to the only refuge left in their hometown, so he elected to take a longer route over the crumbling and less-than-safe rooftops. He knew his partner in all of this would bitch about how long he was out, especially seeing as it was...]
Kacchan! I'm back.
[Izuku calls out as he pulls himself in through the window of one of the classrooms, the glass having long since been blown out of it. The school itself was barricaded with the tall walls that kept it protected, so it served as the perfect stronghold despite the two no doubt wishing they weren't alone. But their class had broken apart a while ago, with the last stragglers getting separated to the point where it was just Izuku and Bakugou left.
As expected, things were...strained between them for a good while. But it wasn't like you could be picky during the apocalypse. They at least trusted each other enough to work together, and that was the main thing that mattered.]
He couldn't quite explain how things ended up the way they were today. Maybe someone's Quirk went wild and created the virus, or it just...came into being, similar to the way Quirks had on their own. It was hard to say, only that within those first few months it didn't take long for Japan's society to dissolve even with as many heroes as they were. It's hard to be a hero when literally anyone is susceptible to the same fate. It didn't matter if you were a Hero or a Villain, not anymore.
At first Izuku had stuck with his class to try and help those they could. A quarantined city of sorts was quickly erected in some area of the country, and that's where any healthy person went if they could manage to go before disaster struck. Izuku knew his mother had gone, which was the only comfort he had despite not having seen her in so long...but things had become bleak. Food was becoming scarce, and fewer and fewer survivors actually roamed the wards. Mostly...it was just the dead.
Zombies.
Izuku curses darkly against the inside of the mask of what used to be part of his hero costume as he jumps up onto an overturned car, a rucksack over his back as he looks back at the cluster of zombies that had followed him up this far. U.A., the very school he'd been at when news of the first few sick broke out, was just ahead. He knew better than to lead the zombies directly to the only refuge left in their hometown, so he elected to take a longer route over the crumbling and less-than-safe rooftops. He knew his partner in all of this would bitch about how long he was out, especially seeing as it was...]
Kacchan! I'm back.
[Izuku calls out as he pulls himself in through the window of one of the classrooms, the glass having long since been blown out of it. The school itself was barricaded with the tall walls that kept it protected, so it served as the perfect stronghold despite the two no doubt wishing they weren't alone. But their class had broken apart a while ago, with the last stragglers getting separated to the point where it was just Izuku and Bakugou left.
As expected, things were...strained between them for a good while. But it wasn't like you could be picky during the apocalypse. They at least trusted each other enough to work together, and that was the main thing that mattered.]