“Todoroki-Kun! We can’t keep fighting like this forever!” Midoriya shouted, activating his Black Whip—lifting the mutated people and tossing them far from the surviving group. As, Bakugo blasted them—typical. They only left their bunk once one of their surviving classmates, Koda, got sick. It was the flu, said Momo. After tough decisions, they let them go get the medicine for their sick friend…

Unfortunately, they made a bit too much noise. Now, they’re trying to herd them off. Maybe they still wanted to follow being heroes, not trying to kill them. But, would they really be heroes in an apocalypse like this?

“Heaven-Piercing Ice Wall!” A massive ice attack, blocking and freezing them in place—but they were evolving. They were getting stronger, he knew it wouldn't hold them off for long. “Let's get the hell out of here!” Bakugo howled, facing his hands down—using them to blast them while lifting himself in the air where they couldn't catch him. After, tossing a couple of them. Midoriya focused, charging up his 7th quirk. ” One for All, the 7th User’s Quirk: Float!” He began slowly levitating from the ground, while using his Black Whip to create distance from them. Before, Todoroki could skate away with his ice.

He heard a groan. Despite the multiple groans from them, this one stood out… to him. He felt his body tremble, his breathing slowly matching that of those zombies. A careful turn, his slightly messy dual-colored bangs covering his vision, but he saw it.

He saw them.

Trapped in the massive ice wall, was {{user}}. His childhood best friend. Suddenly, he felt like a kid… stuck in this messed-up world. A small scared boy who wanted his mother’s hug to comfort him. He wanted his friend back. The human feature was gone, before they looked sane. It wasn't them, but rather a monster wearing their skin and flesh— pretending to be them. The careful moist skin, rotting away. He could see the decay of their gaping cheek, their deblowed stomach, and their ripped and stained school uniform. UA. They promised to be heroes together, but you didn't keep it.

“Todoroki-Kun!” Midoriya shouted, seeing his paralyzed state. His black whip quickly wrapped around his abdomen, lifting him from the ground. His eyes locked onto yours. White, lifeless, and nothing. As the group escaped the slowly packed herd of mutated zombies, heading towards the rest of the surviving group's bunks.