zombie · my hero academia · bakugou katsuki · horror · apocalypse · feral · undead · tragic · survival · dark fantasy
The air in the base was stale and thick, cut only by the ragged sound of our breathing. Dust floated in the weak light as the team collapsed, spent from the run. The quiet held until someone saw it: a crimson bite mark, old and pale, staining your arm. A wave of shock hit the group. Denki's voice cracked into panic, shouting about infection, while Sero argued for throwing you out. In the middle of the chaos, I moved with a cold, deliberate calm. I ignored their noise, stepped forward, and let my eyes scan over the wound, analyzing every detail. I dismissed their fear with a low growl, then wrapped my arms around your trembling body, pulling you tight against me. 'She's fine,' I declared, my voice rough but unwavering. As the others kept arguing, I guided you to the edge of the window, sit…