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The Organization

There were countless uprisings against The Organization, with news spreading to almost every capable quirk user, hero or villain alike, which somehow gave them a common enemy.

See the end of the chapter for A/N.

The outbreak spread like wildfire throughout the city, and eventually, invading the country and the world in a matter of days. It was inevitable, irreversible, and as old people called it, a cleansing that would leave out only the strongest to survive the whole ordeal.

But it was more of a purge.

Resources were depleting, chaos broke out on every town, every neighborhood. It was humans acting like animals, fighting against the undead and the living alike. Scientists and medical professionals alike worked around the clock to look for a cure, only for their efforts and researches to end up in vain.

But amidst all the turmoil, there surfaced a group which was later known to be called as "The Organization". Everything started with all good intentions—to save what's left of mankind, until time passed unforgivingly, crushing their ideals and beliefs with countless failures. The said saviors from The Organization eventually turned into every quirk user's enemy as they executed a new type of agenda; to subject such group of people into mandatory tests. If the quirk user was a weak type or if their specimen were discovered to be useless after such testing, they were segregated and granted protection, marking them as safe. If such user's quirk was strong or if the specimen collected was of acceptable quality, they were taken into further studying, never to be heard of again.

There were countless uprisings against The Organization, with news spreading to almost every capable quirk user, hero or villain alike, which somehow gave them a common enemy.

Or so, it didn't stop to mandatory testing with the number of clapbacks they had received, making them result to more "persuasive ways".

The explosion rocked the main hall of UA, bringing panic to every student present in that area. The teachers were able to locate the culprit as someone from the support department who went hysterical over the news and attempted to escape in order to look for his family outside the supposedly sanctum the school was intended since the news. Too short-lived.

From that point on, Aizawa and All Might were able to secure several classes to safety before the once proud UA crumbled down. The students that survived the attack of both undead and living, were taken to a makeshift camp which was still owned by UA.

Everything from that point on became a blur.

His mind was still hazy, and he did not have the slightest idea as to why that memory of their last day in UA flashed back. He almost thought for a second that when he would wake up, at least this time, everything would just be a hideous nightmare brought about by his lack of sleep from the past nights after heroics class. But no, it was different. This was reality—a sad fact that he had to accept, someday.

Slowly he felt his body weight dissipate and he was a bit unsure if it was the full-blown phase of the serum.

Serum.

Oh God.

He remembered.

His eyes slowly fluttered open and though his vision was still caving in on him, he resisted the urge to pass out again. His limbs protested, a clear sign of forceful quirk usage as he tried to lift himself up. Any minute now and they'd be here—any minute and he'll get bitten and he'll probably have two scenarios as endings; become one of them or end up as a chew toy. He didn't want any of which, which was why he tried again, and again until he was able to drag himself to a sitting position, slumping on his left side to the same wall that knocked the living daylights out of him earlier. His head throbbed, giving him a sensation like he was placed inside a bell and someone had the audacity to actually ring it. He reached out at the back of his head to at least relieve himself of the incoming wave of nausea, only to be met with warm liquid oozing out towards his palms. What was that? Had he hit his head? He honestly was confused and could only stare at the crimson color that painted his palms.

Guttural sounds. Footsteps being dragged.

His eyes snapped at the direction of the alley's entrance. Though there we still embers and small fires burning, he could clearly make out several silhouettes approaching from a distance through the dense smoke. Panic and bile began to rise up his throat as his adrenaline finally knocking some clear sense back to his otherwise mess of a mind. He needed to get out and he needed to do it fast.

But where? Because he was stuck in another dead end again, thanks to his dumb, brilliant idea of luring the hunters earlier. And by now he was pretty sure the entrance would be swarming with the undead in a matter of minutes, thanks to his extremely large scale explosion unleashed earlier. Forcing his feet to stand up and remain steady was probably harder than he thought, but as stubborn as his spiky ash blond hair from the roots to the tips, he was able to do so no matter how much his head throbbed. He staggered, looking for anything he could cling onto, since charging directly to the entrance, which was also the only exit, was not much of an option.

"Help..me..please."

He stopped on his tracks. Apparently he hadn't wiped the hunters all out.

"Please…I have a family waiting for me."

He inwardly cursed himself for even letting his ears accommodate those words. These guys had been snapping at his trail for the past hour or two and with just that phrase, his whole sense of being a hero came back rushing towards him. If he was on his right mind, he would leave the fucker alone to be masticated alive by those things, after all, they tried to capture him, and will capture the others should they discover their location. The typical Bakugou would rather step on his sorry fingers and laugh his way out, knowing that he'd won and that they'd realize that they messed with the wrong guy, but in a way, he too was surprised that he did not do so. Yes, the outbreak may have changed him-changed them, for the worse, but deep down inside, they were still human—still aspiring heroes. They may have hardened hearts and have had taken several lives to survive in such a drastically changing world of killed or be killed, but after all those trainings and events back in UA, the hero sense in them could never be erased. He hated this, so, so much, but like him, that hunter was just like them, playing the role to survive as well. They were all humans, but only changed by the outbreak, by the circumstances, by The Organization.

Fuck. This.

He scurried over to the hunter, limping as he let go of the wall that he used to support his weight. Grunting, he lifted him up and swung the man's arm to his shoulder, aiding him. They both limped until they reached the dead end wall, turning around only to see that the entrance was looming with those things, with some already ripping apart the partially burned bodies of the unlucky hunters. Gruesome scene. But he couldn't really care. The adrenaline in him was way more potent than the serum that came with the bullet buried in his arm. He glanced up at the wall. He could use moderate explosions from his left hand to propel them upwards, estimating that it was only about 15 feet or more, and that would land them on top of a short building.

Probably the only chance, and he has to take it.

"Hey, hold on to me" he cussed at the hunter, still irate at the fact that he was helping an enemy.

"W-wait—what?"

And as he felt the man's grip tightened, he made no hesitation blasting them upwards. He was free to use his quirk now anyway. He was a little off on the balancing because they had a rough landing on top. Nonetheless they were safe, for now.

He felt his hands tremor and twitch again.

"T-thank you."

"Shut it." He heaved, finally feeling relieved after what seemed like an eternity. He sat down, still groggy from the brief fall and the throbbing returning to his head. His adrenaline was toning down. He decided that he'd probably best leave this fucker here, as he'll manage on his own to return. Not to mention reinforcements may be arriving anytime soon, given that his explosion may have attracted not only those things but those small fry bastards that rely on the tranquilizer serum too much.

"I won't tell them."

"What?" He turned to the man, eyes wide.

He was sure he didn't say anything.

"I won't' tell them." He repeated, a small smile forming on his mouth as he removed his mask.

He just stared at the man, too dumbfounded to even ask how. Maybe his head was playing tricks on him now. Maybe he did hit his skull, hard.

"That's my quirk." The man explained awkwardly. "Though I can only hear several words barely enough to make a sentence."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm sorry we had to do this."

"You best be going back." He snapped haphazardly, wobbling away from the man as he walked further. "And don't follow me unless you plan to get blasted back down there."

"I was a student at UA too.."

He stopped, dead on his tracks.

"After I graduated, I figured that being a hero was too much for a lesser quirk like mine." The man continued, still sitting on the roof of the building they landed on, knees splayed. "I wanted to work with the police until this happened."

He had no words to throw at the man. All he could do was listen, with eyes agape.

"They made us a part of The Organization after marking us safe. After all, me, my wife and daughter's quirk was classified as weak. Our blood also did not have what they were looking for."

"The evacuees..where are they?" Bakugou asked, feeling a slight tinge of hope that maybe Mitsuki and Masaru would be safe..that maybe his classmates' families were also marked safe and taken into shelter.

"They're in another ward from this district."

He wanted to ask more, maybe a little more and he'd find his answers. The very questions that haunted him for months now would final be put to an end. But he could not find the words to ask what was in his mind.

"But I do not know what they have done to those who had met the requirements they are looking for."

That cut off his train of though.

"I-I never wanted to hunt people down." The man shakily sobbed. "But if we do not make ourselves useful, they'd throw our families out and—"

It ate him. The hunters who had pursued him were also fighting a battle of their own. Who was he to make them meet their end? They had families who would never see them again. But would he let them capture him instead?

Would he let them capture the stupid extras back at base?

He had to choose, and the choices he's made for the past God knows how long had turned him into the Bakugou whose eyes have been dull and lifeless, who had taken several lives just so he could survive and as much as he hated to admit it, protect those weak ass extras he calls classmates. All of them had been in and out of Hell for almost a year now, surviving, scavenging, fighting. All of them had in one way or another, hoped that some day they'd see an end to this apocalypse and that they'd see their families again.

"In two days, they will wipe this junction off."

His attention snapped back to the man.

"I suggest you and your group look for another area, far away from here."

He gave a small nod, eyes locked with the man's.

"They will not stop until they have captured your group..their target right now is UA, as they are almost done with majority of the students from Shiketsu."

As if his pupils could morph into tiny little dots.

"I know, I shouldn't be telling you this, but I never thought I'd be a killer—delivering so many kids to them." There was a heavy silence that fell on both of them, the gurgling yelps from the undead below oddly audible. "This is probably the best I can do while I still have a bit of my humanity in me."

Bakugou looked at the man whose tears began to form on the corner of his eyes, one last time before propelling himself with his quirk away. He felt sick, for having to listen to that conversation. It reminded him of how humans could turn into beings worse than animals when things get awful. In this case, The Organization.

He had new information. That's what mattered. That's what he was supposed to think—to report back to camp, not some gut-wrenching reveries and regrets of the past.

The sun was beginning to set, and he still had a considerable distance to travel. He decided to blast his way back, jumping from one building to another, at least, away from those fuckers down on the streets. His head was throbbing again, and his arms refusing to properly propel him.

Oh what a time to be alive.

He clearly had been using his remaining strength non-stop, without giving it much though earlier.

Another blast, another sudden twitch from his arm.

He had to keep the momentum for as long as he could until he reached base. They're probably waiting for him, right?

Round Face's probably there, right?

Reality was slapped back at him. She was his companion during their patrol earlier and before they were separated, he handed over his pistol to her before ordering her to float the fuck up and hide. He made sure all those damn bastards followed him.

Did he? Did they?

He wracked his brain for answers, but it was getting too congested to think. His vision was swimming and a black tint was closing in on him again.

It must be his head.

But Round Face—

"Bakugou still isn't here?!"

"Calm down Uraraka, you need to rest up." Izuku tried to calm her as he gently held her shaking shoulders until she relaxed.

"D-deku..did you find him?"

She was met with a head timidly shaking, eyes looking down on the ground as the only sound that invaded her ears was the crackling of the fire that they had outside their makeshift tent.

A/N:

This chapter was probably a bit of a slow burn but hey, Uraraka's already here so, yayyyyy!

Also, I wanted to insert tidbits of flashback so you guys wouldn't be left out in the dark about the key points of this story.

IDK, was writing this way okay?

Anyway, update coming again very soon, for the hype is still with me.