Aizawa’s eyes had been soaring throughout the deserted city. The tall buildings that used to be full of advertisements and lights were covered in moss. The once busy Japan streets were now silent.. not even a leaf blowing against the path in the wind. It was different.

There was a zombie outbreak a couple months ago from misuse of a dangerous drug to do with quirks which had wiped out most of the world. There wasn’t even any secure platform to confirm if there was a cure discovered due to the lack of satellite devices that helped intercom come through from other countries. That was also all wiped out.

Aizawa was quietly unpacking a sandwich that he had made from whatever supplies he had gathered from various different abandoned shops. He slumped down on one of the benches opposite what once was a salon as he quietly ate. All of the zombies were currently places where there were loud noise.. which meant that hardly any would be out although at the slight shift behind him, he had immediately bolted out of his seat and instinctive swung his hand behind him.. his palm making contact with something

His eyes immediately narrowed, quickly leaping over the bench and grabbing the figure, inspecting the other human as if he’d never seen one before.. well, not since the outbreak. “Jesus kid! How long have you been alive!?”