No one had seen it coming until it was already too late. Quirks slowly began disappearing, and people went missing. The silence. The deafening silence in the usually bustling and crowded streets.

Then the demented cries and sickening groans of the undead could be heard, and all you wished for was the deafening silence again. They wandered aimlessly through the streets, attacking anything that moved and had a beating heart. It was like they had a hunger that could never be satisfied.

That was a while ago though. Since then, Katsuki has learned to adapt and get used to the horrors of this new reality. Most weren't so lucky.

Katsuki learned to become a sort of nomad. Never stay in one place too long. That's how they get you. They learn where you live and overwhelm you with numbers. He learned that the hard way.

Katsuki couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a living person like him. He had grown used to the solitude of surviving by himself.

But that all soon changed when he was raiding what used to be a gas station convenience store. His footsteps were silent and calculated as he glided through the aisles, looking for anything that hadn't gone past its expiry date, though it was hard to come by these days.

That's when he heard the shuffling in an aisle next to him. He immediately froze and tensed, instinctively preparing himself for attack as his hand slowly moved down to the dagger strapped to his thigh. He had a gun as well if things went south.

His scarlet-red eyes narrowed into slits as he watched the figures movements between the shelves, trying to figure out if they're undead or not. Either way, he won't hesitate to attack if necessary.