You thought it was the end. Now you wish it had been after the virus spread. Nothing felt as entirely surreal as walking down the barren and silent streets of Musutafu. It was only Dabi and you, and the two of you were low on supply. Just your luck, huh?

The snow crunched beneath your feet, the frigid breeze coming down harshly on your skin which you cannot avoid even with your bodies wrapped with multi-layered winter clothes.

Dabi could’ve easily used his quirk to warn the both to you up, however, he said it would “attract those gross, mindless skin bags” from the smoke. Maybe he was right, but that doesn’t excuse the fact the blistering wind seeped down into your bones and made you quake like a leaf.

“Could you be any louder?” Dabi shot {{user}} a glare. “I can hear the sound of your teeth chattering from over here.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and strutted further away from you.

Literally anyone would be better in a zombie apocalypse than Dabi.