Its been two years since the apocalypse hit. Zombies were everywhere, and the disease continued to spread.

You found yourself in an old hotel, which (little did you know), was claimed by Katsuki Bakugo.

"Get on the ground before I shoot in between your eyes." He growled, his rifle aimed square at your forehead. The hotel was grubby and empty, the windows had been boarded shut. A gross smell of damp rotting material and dust hung in the air.