I don't know where I'm going with this. Just thought it would be kind of cute. Meh. Don't own My Hero Academia. Enjoy.
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Aizawa sighed on his cot in the bunker. 17 years. 17 years since Earth turned into Hell. No one knows how or why-it just happened.
He himself was a kid-only 13 years old when the event occurred. One minute, he was watching tv, the next he was witnessing his mother biting his father. Both turned into monsters right in front of him, hissing and groaning at each other before they turned on their child.
Aizawa had ran to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and had to do the deed. He cried in front of his parents' bodies, begging for forgiveness before he grabbed his parents' bedsheet and draped it over them.
He managed to find safety in the bunker with 5000 survivors in Tokyo and grew under the tutelage of All Might and Nighteye, the Number One Hero and his Sidekick. With them, the people's morale grew, and they had a will to fight.
He made friends with two boys his age-Oboro and Hizashi. The three were inseparable until they lost Oboro in a raid gone wrong. The bright kid had been bitten by a zombie and he immediately told Aizawa to kill him. "I don't want to turn into a monster and hurt our family, Sho! Please!"
Aizawa whispered his farewell to one of his best friends and shot him. Oboro smiled with his dying breath.
An alarm broke through Aizawa's memories, and he got up from the cot, grabbing his shotgun. Walking through the bunker, he met the other groups in the main hall. Some were fiddling with their weapons, others were making bets on how many zombies they were going to kill, and some were making lists on what to salvage from abandoned stores.
"The groups picked to expedition to the surface are to begin shortly. No matter what, remember…focus on surviving! I want everyone to come back in one piece! We're only out to gather supplies, not kill the zombies! Not until we know how we can defeat them! Plus Ultra!"
Everyone echoed the phrase, pumping their fists. Aizawa traded a look with Hizashi and they followed the groups to the surface.
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It was completely quiet. Only the tweeting of birds sounded through the sky. It was so peaceful that Aizawa could almost forget that the Zombie Apocalypse was happening.
Loud grunts and groans reminded him in record time. His visage hardened and he ran up a nearby tree. Nestling in the branches, he aimed his shotgun down at the ground.
Staggering through the forest was a teenager. A zombie teenager. He had blond, spiky hair and unfocused red eyes. He was wearing the uniform of UA Academy-a prestigious hero school. The boy, despite being a zombie, still had his muscles from when he was alive. When you turn into a zombie, your body never changes. He had a yellow backpack and was carrying a wrapped bundle.
Aizawa felt a little bad that this zombie was only a child that wanted to be a hero, but he had to do what he had to do. He raised his shotgun and was about to do the deed when the bundle in the zombies' arms moved.
The zombie jerked its head down and made a questioning grunt. Aizawa felt his heart in his throat when a childs' voice answered.
"I okay, Kacchan." The top of the blanket drooped down enough that bushy green hair burst out of the top.
A child.
An alive,humanchild.
An alive, human child was in a zombies' arms, looking at the infestation with childlike happiness.
The zombie let out a growl and jerked its head around, as if looking for danger. The child huddled closer, pressing firmly against the teens' chest. "I-is there anything there?" The zombie groaned and huffed.
Believing that the danger passed, the teen began walking again, never putting the child down. The child sighed in relief, wrapping his arms around the blond's neck, closing his eyes contentedly.
All Aizawa could do was stare in disbelief as the zombie walked away.