Disclaimer: I only own the stuff I made up. The rest belong to the rightful owners.
Warning: Graphic depictions of blood, gore, violence, and death... as expected in a zombie apocalypse story.
Extended Summary
A simple twist of fate and life changed forever. A life that wasn't life at all. They have trained for all kinds of disasters but nothing could've prepared them for this. When All Might and All for One died fighting each other, a virus spread across the world, turning the recently deceased into the living dead and going after the living.
Denki Kaminari may not have been the best or the brightest in Class 1-A, but he's not going down without a fight; especially with his feelings toward Kyouka Jirou growing every day.
Here's the sad truth: Not all men are created equal. Some people have more power than others. Deku said something like that and looking back at all we've been through, it's true. Where to start with this story? Where should I start?
How about at the beginning, moron.
Right, the beginning. Okay, Day 1 of the apocalypse. Or… maybe I should go a little farther back than that.
Izuku made a run for it, only for his back foot to get hooked on his front foot, making him fall to the ground, hitting his knees hard. By the time he looked up, All Might was already up in the air and vanishing in the clouds.
"No, All Might, wait!"
It's amazing how a single step can change the fate of the world. Had Deku grabbed onto All Might's leg in time, then none of this would've happened. But it DID happen and we had to face the consequences of it.
But it wasn't Deku's fault; there's no way he could've known that tripping would lead to the zombie apocalypse happening.
Over One Year Later
Eyes that belonged to a man, laying flat on his back and motionless, snapped open. Silently, the red eyes darted around, trying to get a feel for what was happening. They looked to the left and right before settling on the big fat full moon above them. The body that was starting to turn cold with the only source of warmth on its body was the bullet hole leaking blood in his chest, which rose up. The body sat up, slow as a snail, and very carefully lifted its right hand off the concrete ground. Strangely, the concrete ground, which was supposed to be cold against bare flesh, especially at this time of night, had the temperature and touch of lukewarm water. The man figured out how to move its legs and it used what he believed was called 'balance' and 'coordination' to stand up.
When he completed his objective of standing up, he mentally celebrated. No, his back wasn't straight and he was hunched over like an old man but that was irrelevant. Was he supposed to feel pain? Maybe, because the bloody wound in his chest felt like nothing more than a paperclip poking into his flesh.
Move, it commanded its body. Left… foot. The energy it took to move his left foot was akin to that of an amateur bodybuilder bench-pressing five hundred pounds. But he completed his goal and got his first foot moving. Right… foot. The same energy applied to the right foot and finally, the body had stepped at least a foot and a half away from where it originally stood.
Yes…
It repeated the steps once more, the energy and effort becoming much duller with each movement, as the old saying: 'the first step is always the hardest'.
Where… is… he?
The alleyway had a dead end and there was only one way in and out. The man turned on his heels, turning away from the dead end, and stumbled through to the other end.
And right around the corner was the man who shot him. The man, who was wearing black clothing and a beanie, was skimming through a brown object that had pieces of green paper inside.
You… you… you…
Taking slow and careful steps towards the killer never felt so satisfying before the man reached an eager hand out, ready to grab the killer who was sitting up against a dumpster, pouring what looked to be liquids out from a glass bottle.
The killer was distracted on his phone when he heard a bulletin report.
"Just in, we have heartbreaking news."
Huh… voices… the man squinted.
"All Might, the Symbol of Peace, had just died just thirty minutes ago in his hospital room."
The killer dropped the glass object in his hands and jumped to his feet. "Oh my god, All Might? He died?"
DIE!
The man lunged at the killer and sank his teeth into the killer's neck, biting down into his jugular like a hungry ravenous man biting into a nice juicy apple. Oh, the taste of blood, oh so delicious, and the way it made his tongue tingle and warm up his stomach, the man bit down harder on the killer.
The killer fell to the ground, landing on his stomach and the man fell on top. The man bit down harder until he completely chewed off the skin around the killer's neck area. It was no longer feeling the warm feeling of that sweet blood and he bit down on the neck once more. Wait, the skin on the human tasted just as good as the blood. The man moved its head up and it took a chunk out of the man's cheek. The man would like to imagine that there would be more fatty places on the human body to bite down on but the left facial cheek would have to do for now. Oh, and the ear.
The man couldn't resist. The ear came off like a leaf off a branch and the way it crumbled in his mouth as he chewed down… like gummy bears. Delicious. I need more.
No, there had to be a more delicious part of the human body. The eye. Yes, the eye.
The killer's blood-curdling scream didn't make the man deaf, even when screaming almost directly near the man's left ear but that godawful screeching sound was bound to draw more of these walking fleshies of food. The man put his hand over the man's mouth and blocked the sound out. He couldn't tell if it was still loud but he did hear a slight muffle so maybe it worked.
The free hand the man wasn't using to block out the killer was moving over to jam the index and middle finger into the killer's socket and used his thumb to help pry the eyeball out like a grape. The killer seemed to convulse in pain and agony, spasming and almost knocking the man off but the man relented. With the killer's eyeball in his hand, he popped it in his mouth and bit down on it.
Gooey, that's nice. Sweet, so sweet.
But it could go for something sweeter.
The man must've built up an immunity to the pain because, at the drop of a hat, he stopped spasming and convulsing and decided to lay docile on the ground. The man tilted his head as he stared down at the killer and slowly took his hand away. Why did he stop moving?
It didn't matter, not anymore. Because he got to relish in the sweet taste of the man's blood and the meat on hsi bones. There was no need to rush anymore; he could indulge for however long he wanted and no one was the wiser. He took careful sips of the man's flesh and slowly chewed on the man's skin. Yes, this was heaven because nothing was ever going to feel so good. This buffet of human flesh… he needed more of it. Yes, a lot more of it.
He spotted the brown rectangular object on the ground that was coated with the killer's blood. The man picked up the wallet very carefully with one hand and brought it to its mouth. The man could've sworn this object looked familiar; maybe it was something he had on him before he saw nothing but darkness but…
Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't remember a single thing in the last three minutes. After all, the only thing he saw before his red eyes landed on that big fat moon was darkness, as far as the eye could see like he was asleep but not dreaming.
Come to think of it, the pictured figure on the plastic thing called the 'Driver's License' said 'Teru Akaya' and this figure looked a lot like the man looked like. He was only basing this on what he saw in a puddle of water's reflection. With unkempt reddish-brown hair, brownish eyes, bangs, and even the same vertical scar on the center of his lower lip, the man had an identical appearance to the person on the driver's license.
I'm… Teru Akaya?
Oh, it didn't matter but he still couldn't help himself when he put the wallet in his back pocket before he went back to finishing his meal. Something happened, however.
When he bit into the killer's flesh this time, the sweet, savory flavor was somehow gone, vanished completely. The sweet sugar tasted like pie was now had the taste of rusted metal staining his tongue. The man pulled his head back and looked down at the killer.
The killer's head, motionless for the last ninety seconds, twitched and edged in the direction of the man on top of him. Missing one eyeball and half of his cheek, the killer opened its mouth and let out a soft snarling sound.
The man stepped off the killer and backed away, giving the killer plenty of room to stand up like a big boy. But this killer was much looser in the way he stood, namely in how sluggish his limbs looked to be and how his jaw slacked like it had a dumbbell hanging from the bottom.
The killer turns away and begins stumbling away from the dumpster.
Wait… come back.
The killer stops and slowly rotates on its heels and reunites with the man. The man tilts his head.
Stay.
The killer snarls and closes its mouth and licks its lips hungrily.
Remembering the taste of metal in his mouth, the man huffed and puffed, his face turning red from anger…. He clenched his fingers together, making a fist, dove for the killer, and sank his teeth into his shoulders.
"AAH!" the man snarled.
Why doesn't he taste good?!
He bit harder, deeper into the killer's flesh before he succumbed to digging his nails into his forearms, leaving deep drag marks behind.
"Hey!" a new voice called out at the end of the alley. A door opened and a man wearing a chef's uniform came storming out. "What the fuck is going on out here? What is going on with all that yelling?"
The man pulled away from the killer's shoulder and stared up at the chef with wide, red, hungry eyes.
"Hey, if you and your boyfriend are fucking in this alleyway, keep your fuckin' voice down! Customers are trying to have their meals." The chef moved towards the man and killer, their backs turned to the chef.
The killer yelled and rotated like a sawblade and lunged for the chef. He grabbed the man by his collar before he could jump back and bite into his neck.
The chef screamed and grabbed the killer by the hair, clawing and trying to gouge out his remaining eye but he only ended up falling flat on his ass with the killer biting harder into his neck.
No, I want him!
The man limped over to the chef being torn apart but stopped when a familiar flavor found its way into his mouth. He stopped and touched his lower lip, which was still stained with blood from the killer's jugular.
Wait a second, what's that taste? He swirls his tongue around his mouth. Blood, it's no longer cold. It doesn't taste like metal anymore. He looks at the killer digging his hands and fingers into the man's stomach and prying it open like a Christmas present. He pulled out several intestines and made a meal of them.
The man shivered. The taste… it is coming back. Whenever the killer bit more of the chef's innards, the sweet savory taste in his mouth enhanced, amplified tenfold. When my killer… bites into this man… I can taste what they taste.
Yes, I love the taste of sweet blood. I want it, I NEED it!
July 17th, 8:17 AM
UA Highschool
Even after it's been so long since the death of the Symbol of Peace and Symbol of Evil on the same night, people still haven't stopped talking about All Might's death. News continued to spread for the following weeks but aside from that, the only thing that's been taking the news for a while was the death of All Might.
Izuku 'Deku' Midoriya couldn't find the words. The man who saved him from the Sludge villain over a year ago, the man he failed to ask if he could become a hero (before his quirk came in), the man who became a teacher at UA, the man who died protecting them from All for One, was dead. One hundred percent dead and no quirk in the world would be able to revive him.
Deku put his phone down, unable to read another news report about All Might's death before the rest of the class arrived in the classroom.
"Hey, everyone," Denki Kaminari smiled as he entered the room. "What's the haps, today?"
Hanta Sero spoke up first. "You, Kamibro, nice to see ya. Been staying out of trouble?"
"Of course."
Eijirou Kirishima spoke next. "Hey, man, did you read about that villain fight downtown?" Kirishima holds up his phone. "A villain was stopped by Mt. Lady and Kamui Woods this morning."
"Yeah, I heard they teamed up. Man, it makes me wanna form my team when we become pros."
"Teams?" Minoru Mineta smiled. "That could be a good idea. After all, girls love team players... Or uh... players."
"Ooh," Mina Ashido cooed, "sounds exciting. How about Jirou and I form a team? And Uraraka and Asui and Aoyama? We can be like a disco team of heroes. Using music, dancing, and lights to save the world!"
"No no," Yuga Aoyama began, "not lights, mon ami, twinkles!"
"I told you to call me 'Tsu," Tsuyu Asui corrected.
"Music isn't really that useful in hero work," Kyouka Jirou claimed.
"What are you talking about?" Kaminari stood up. "The music you play is so awesome!"
Katsuki Bakugou tsked. "You idiots are forming a disco team? How pathetic."
Ochako Urarak smiled. "Sounds like someone is jealous they weren't picked for a team."
"What the hell?!"
"Yeah," Sero smirked, "he's jealous."
Kirishima patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Baku-bro, you're always welcome on my team."
"Shut up, Shitty Hair!"
"Haha, this will be so cool," Toru Hagakure laughed. "Let's start planning after school." Her arms extended. "Aoyama dear can use his quirk to make my quirk refract!"
Deku looked over at his classmates and smiled a little. "Hey, if you guys ever need a fire... you know like fire shooting out of those machines or whatever, I can always use my quirk."
"Of course," Mina answered, "there's always a place for you in our group."
Fumikage Tokoyami, Mezo Shouji, Rikido Sato, and Kouji Kota decided to keep quiet.
Ahh, the good old days, back when we were all just students planning to be pros. I miss those simple times.
"Alright class!" a booming, authoritative voice yelled as they zoomed through the door. "Everyone, get to your seats, class is about to start in five minutes exactly."
Kaminari looked at Tenya Iida. "Come on, man, we still go five minutes to hang out."
Chopping the air, Iida continued and said, "Negative, aspiring heroes must always be punctual and in their seats at least five minutes before the schedule."
"You never take a day off, d'ya, Iida?" Kirishima questioned.
"There's no day off for aspiring heroes."
Deku stood up. "Hey, Iida, how are things going?"
Iida turned towards him. "Midoriya, as of today, all things seem to be fine. Well, I may have to pick up the slack considering that I will be without my vice president for the next week or two."
"Wait, why?"
"The recommended students of UA were invited to I-Island for some kind of expo. Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, Juzo Honenuki, and Setsuna Tokagae will be absent." Iida smiles. "Midoriya, you won the election the first time around and I was wondering if you would like to be the vice president."
Deku's jaw drops and he begins sweating. "Oh, I... uh... I don't know about that."
"Come on, man," Kirishima stood up, "you got this, man."
"We have faith in you," Shouji spoke up.
"Oh... okay." Deku rubs his green hair. "I'll do it... but I might be a little... slow."
"What?!" Baugkou yelled. "Why not me, you damn extras!"
"Come on," Sero smirked at him, "did you think any of us were going to vote you captain, let alone co-captain?"
"Elbows... you are so dead; I'm going to blast your head off."
"You can try. Hahaha."
Mineta waved a scolding finger. "Attitudes like Bakugou won't ever attract girls."
Kaminari moved beside his friend. "Yeah. All the cool guys have cool personalities."
The door slammed open. "Alright class, take your seat."
Eighteen out of twenty seats were filled and silence accompanied them.
Shouta Aizawa sighed. "Well then, let's get down to business." He walked to the podium. "Things are going to get a lot harder from here on out. Chances are, some of you will feel like you are going to die. Hell, some of you might die but I'll be sure to make sure that doesn't happen."
Sweat poured down the students' faces.
"Hero Work-Studies
"Yeah!" the class cheered.
"Silence."
~SILENCE~
"The Hero-Works Studies is different from the Internships you guys experienced a few months ago. I would explain it to you but I figured it would be more rational if I invited a couple of guests to come in here and explain them. They'll be here tomorrow." Aizawa looks down at a piece of paper before looking up. "Kaminari, Jirou, I've got some news for you."
Kaminari tilted his head. "What?" His eyes widened. "Are we in trouble?"
"No. You and Jirou didn't exactly fare well in the Provisional Hero Licensing Exams and the Final Exams. The two of you may have passed the written part of the Final Exam but you barely passed the practical exam by a very thin margin. And as for the Provisional Hero Licensing Exams, both of your scores were 52. You may have passed the exam by only 2 points but both of you need to work harder so the two of you will be taking a trip to Isami High School along with two other kids from Class 1B where you will be taking extra classes."
"Oh…" He laughs with relief. "So it will be like a field trip."
Jirou sighs loudly. "Oh well, I think we all knew I was going to wind up being dragged down by Jamming-yay here sooner or later."
Kaminari looked at her, a sour expression on his face. "Come on, Jirou, show some mercy every once and a while."
"You are dismissed to grab your gear and wait out front. You will be excused from the rest of your classes today... but don't think that's an excuse for the two of you to goof off."
"Yes, Mr. Aizawa." Jirou jabs Kaminari in the ear canal with one of her earphone jacks when he was slow to answer. "You need better reaction time, idiot."
"Ow." Kaminari winces. "That's it, no more using my quirk to charge your phone anymore, Jirou."
"You're going to the Isamishit school?" Bakugou laughed. "Give them my regards, Sparky."
"Okay, I'll tell them you said you love them."
"That's not what I meant, dumbass."
"Silence!"
~SILENCE~
Thirty Minutes Later
Having been waiting on the curb outside the school for at least ten minutes, Kaminari looked over at Jirou and snuck a peek at what she had on her phone. It looked like she was writing lyrics to some song she was working on given all the musical notes he counted. When Jirou looked at him, she pressed the phone to her chest.
"What are you looking at, moron?"
"Sorry, just got a little curious."
"You better be careful about curiosity; I heard it has a bad reputation for killing cats."
"Curiosity kills the cat, but does curiosity ever kill the black cat?" a new voice spoke up.
Kaminari and Jirou turned to see Shihai Kuroiro and Kinoko Komori of Class 1B meet up with them. The voice from earlier belonged to Kuroiro.
"Hey, Class 1B, how's everyone doing on this fine dandy day?" Kaminari looked at Komori, who had half of her face covered by her bangs. "Hey, Mushroom girl."
"H-hi," Komori nervously twitched.
Kuroiro stole a glance at Komori before looking ahead. "So... uh... I wasn't expecting the four of us to be going on a field trip together."
"Yeah, but it's kinda cool how we're going on a trip together; it's nice for 1A and 1B to not be rivals."
"You can say that again," Jirou chuckled. "Does Neito Monoma still hate us?"
Kuroiro smirked mischievously. "I think we all know the answer to that." He tucks his hands in his pockets. "A man as loud as he is always bound to have a black abyss in the place where his heart is supposed to be."
Kaminari rubbed his chin. "Eh, he'll get over us eventually." He turns towards Jirou. "So, what do you think Isamu school will be like?" He turns back to Kuroiro. "Maybe there will be some good-looking girls there."
Kuroiro nodded. "Angles of darkness, I hope." He side-glances Komori before averting his eyes.
"Hey," Jirou called, "we're going there to get extra work to make up for the fact we didn't do so well in the exams. The fact that we got our provisional licenses is a miracle so look alive." She looks at Komori. "You too, Komori."
"O-okay," the shy mushroom girl managed.
"Jeez, what a mood killer," Kaminari scoffed. "Eh, we get it. But we should have fun while we can."
As they boarded the bus that arrived five minutes later, the bus took them across town. The girls sat on the left side of the small bus while the boys sat on the right side. Sitting next to the window seat, Kaminari spotted something as they drove on a path going through the forest.
Thunderous rumbling sounds filled the air, capturing Kaminari's full attention and when he got a closer look, he saw several figures jumping in the air on dirtbikes of various colors.
"Holy crap!" Kaminari put his face to the window. "Motorcross." He smiles from ear to ear. "I did motocross when I was little."
Jirou looked at him weirdly. "You... did... motocross?" She laughs. "Kaminari, a biker; that's hilarious."
Kaminari pulled away from the window and cast a sour look at Jirou. "Ahh, come on, Jirou, leave me alone. I know how to ride a dirtbike; I can do a few tricks, too."
It was Kuroiro's turn to laugh. "Ahh, peasant, you sound so desperate for attention."
"No, I can ride a dirtbike."
"Yeah, and my aunt's the tooth fairy," Jirou laughed.
Kuroiro joined her. "You wouldn't like my aunt."
Kaminari sank in his seat. "How about this? When we get back, I'll see if I can get these guys to let me ride one of their dirtbikes, and then I'll show you what a badass I am."
"We should call an ambulance while we're at it when you drive one," Jirou suggested.
Kaminri rolled his eyes. "Ride. You don't drive a dirtbike, you ride a dirtbike."
Isami High School
They finally made it to the school and they were brought to some random class. They had their suitcases with their gear inside and stood in front of a class of twenty students wearing dark blue suits, red ties, khaki pants, and varying expressions on their faces.
The teacher spoke up. "It's a little sudden but for our next hero exercise, four Hero-class students from UA High will join us as special guests."
Kaminari ran a hand through his hair. "What's up, friends, the name's Denki Kaminari... and I'm electric."
Kuroiro went next. "I've stared into the dark abyss and lived. Shihai Kuroiro."
"I'm not a dramatic person; my name's Kyouka Jirou." She elbows her companion. "And this is..."
Komori found the courage to speak up. "Uh... Kinoko Komori."
Kaminari looked to what he assumed to be the class president at the front of the class named Kashiko Sekigai. "Hey there, I think you are very pretty. Can I get your number when we're done here?"
Jirou jabs him with a jack. "Hey, Dunce Face, stop showing off your stupidity."
A student sitting in Seat 7 named Romero Fujimi glared at the students. "You're pricks from UA high? Your goddamned school is overrated." The student sitting behind him grabbed his shoulder. "Don't touch me, Tadan."
Tadan Dadan nervously sweats and rubs his head. "S-sorry, Romero."
Huh, he's just like Bakugou, Kaminari mentally laughed.
A student with a snake-like appearance stared at the four UA students, accidentally activating her quirk, which allowed her to paralyze her targets for about three seconds. Well, Kaminari managed to barely avoid her gaze barely but only by pure luck.
After introductions were done, the class was told to go into the locker rooms to change into their hero gear.
As Kaminari finished putting on his costume, he donned his blue visors or in his words, his blue sunglasses.
Romero took one look at Kaminari's outfit and laughed. "Your outfit doesn't look like a hero's costume. You look like a fan attending a rock concert."
Kaminari sighed. "That's what everyone says but wait until you see me with my quirk in action."
"You won't be able to beat my quirk, UA shit."
"Yeah," a new voice spoke up, a stocky muscular boy with a determined look. His name was Katsuya Ishida. "I saw your quirk on TV and it is shit if you fry your brain after one hit. I declare this Denki Kaminari: when we're training out there, I will hunt you to the end of time."
Kuroiro rolled his eyes. "We know how to deal with you. We have a classmate in the hero class just like you so don't think you can intimate us."
A kid named Hisao Noda spoke up. "Forgive Romero and Katsuya here. They may be obnoxious pricks but they're not bad guys. They just have a little trouble admitting their shortcomings."
Kaminari chuckles. "Just like our classmate."
Girls Locker Room
Habuko Mongoose tapped Kyouka Jirou on the shoulder as she finished putting on her jacket.
"Do you know anyone named Tsuyu Asui?" Habuko asked with a flick of her tongue.
Jirou shivered slightly. "She's one of my classmates. Do you know her?"
"We went to the same middle school together. How is she doing?"
"She's doing great. She's just finished doing internships with a couple of pro-heroes. If you want, I could introduce you to her over the summer."
"I would like to see her again."
A snake and a frog are friends? How weird. "Meet me after class and we'll set up a reunion."
"Thank you." She bows.
"By the way, Romero seems like a troublesome student. He reminds us of this hot-headed pomeranian we have back in our class. Romero hasn't thrown anything at us we haven't seen before."
Komori finished putting on her outfit before she was approached by a student named Asami Toyoshima.
"I like your costume," Asami admitted with a blush.
"T-thank you. Y-your costume is nice too."
Asami's costume consisted of a black catsuit with a skeleton design.
" I'm going to let you in on a little secret. My costume is a misdirection. Everyone I've met wearing this thought I was a villain before I pulled a one-eighty on them." She smiles mischievously.
Komori scratches the back of her skull. "My uh... friend is a fan of the dark arts. He'll like your costume."
Asami salutes her. "Thanks for the heads-up."
Training Grounds
The entire class began escorting the four UA students to the training grounds. Like in UA, their training grounds were a forest big enough for them to use their quirks. The exercise in question would be a survival experience where the objective was quite simple: survive. The 24 students would be split into four groups each and then they would have five minutes to get to whatever they would like to lay low in the forest and survive. The last team standing won and they were provided capture tape to incapacitate rival teams.
"This is going to be so awesome," he told Jirou. "You know what, Jirou, you and I are going to be the last ones standing."
Jirou laughed. "Keep dreaming, Dunce Face. Don't go dumb on us."
"No promises with my OP quirk."
"I'll help keep him in check," Kuroiro smirked.
"Don't act so calm and casual, UA," Romero warned.
"Yeah," Katsuya hissed, "we're going to be hunting you down. Especially you, Kaminari, I'm going to be gunning for you and I won't stop until you die."
"We'll see about that, Katsuya."
After a few minutes, before the kids entered the training ground, they were given water bottles to aid them in their survival. The UA students already brought their water bottles so they didn't take any of the water the school offered. After drinking water and hydrating themselves, they ran out into the field, running for cover and their lives. As Kaminari ran, he took a quick peek at his watch to see what time it was.
12:02:58 PM
12:02:59 PM
July 17th, 12:03 PM, Day 1 of the Apocalypse
And just like that, the zombie apocalypse began.