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candycandy00 · 10 months

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Could you right a zombie apocalypse au with dabi? I don’t have any idea about how it could go but always love the only one bed trope haha

The Trade Part 1 - A Dabi x Reader Zombie AU

Splitting this into parts because it was getting too long. Part one has no smut (but there will be plenty in part two, don’t worry!).

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Smut to follow in part two, strong language, violence, implied (failed) rape attempt, etc. 18+.

The first time you saw the mysterious black haired man in the woods, you were convinced he was one of them. After all, in the shadows of the trees his extensive, deep purple scarring had looked like wounds. He’d walked slowly, almost lumbering. It wasn’t until later that you realized his unusual gait was due to him dragging a large animal behind him.

When he emerged from the forest and into the sunlight, with you watching silently from the tree line, you finally understood that this was no zombie. It was a scarred man who had just killed a deer for his supper.

From there, you followed him to a clearing by the road, where a rusty white van was parked. You stayed hidden just inside the woods as you watched him set up camp around the van. He drove plastic gardening stakes into the ground all around him, then wrapped some sort of wire around them, marking a perimeter. He then methodically tied empty cans in sets of threes to the wire, every few feet. It seemed like a lot of work, but it would definitely alert him if a zombie wandered into his area.

He didn’t seem to have any system in place to detect human interlopers though, as they could easily spot the cans and step over them. Either he was foolish enough to believe he was completely alone out here, or he was confident enough in his ability to defend himself that he wasn’t worried. You hoped it was the former.

He started a small fire, then went to work skinning and cleaning the deer. You took note of the fact that he seemed to have plenty of supplies, including bottled water. You couldn’t help licking your dry lips. You’d been drinking water from a nearby river, but it was unfiltered, and sometimes made you sick. You drank as little of it as possible, so it kept you alive but you were persistently thirsty.

When he began cooking the deer meat, you had a battle on your hands to keep your stomach from growling loudly enough to give away your presence. You reached into your tattered backpack and pulled out the last strip of rabbit jerky you had. A family you’d met over a week ago had given you some wrapped in paper, and you’d made it last as long as you could. Aside from a fish you’d managed to catch in the river and three potatoes you’d dug out of an abandoned garden, the jerky was all you’d eaten in ten days.

The deer meat smelled delicious, but you didn’t dare approach. You had to observe this man for a while first. He’d pulled several things out of his van, so it clearly had lots of supplies inside. If you could learn his habits, maybe you could steal from him. You’d certainly done it before, to anyone who seemed to have more than they absolutely needed.

Eventually you retreated further into the woods and climbed into a tree to sleep. It was the only way you could rest while knowing zombies roamed about. The next morning, the man with the van was gone, and you cursed yourself for sleeping so soundly.

Two days later, you spotted the man coming out of a convenience store that had obviously been looted already. It was in a tiny, empty town, and you’d crept in to look for food. When you heard loud crashes and bangs coming from the store, you ducked into an alley across the street and watched.

The glass door of the shop burst open as a zombie was seemingly thrown outside. As it tried to stand back up, the black haired man stepped out of the store, holding an aluminum baseball bat. He pressed his boot into the zombie’s chest to hold it down, then swung the bat, smashing the zombie’s head with one hit.

Two more zombies followed him out of the store, and three others lumbered over from nearby streets, attracted to the commotion. You felt a sense of panic, even though you were hidden and far enough away that you could easily flee before any of them reached you. Zombies in general did not scare you. They were slow and dumb and easy to lure into traps. You’d killed plenty with your hunting knife. But in groups, they could be terrifying. Any more than three at a time sent you into flight mode.

The man was surrounded by five zombies, but he didn’t seem worried or scared at all. In fact, he seemed… pissed off.

He swung the bat with a fury that made you more nervous than the zombies did, splattering blood and brains all over the concrete beneath his feet. When only one was left, he hit it over and over, long after it had stopped moving and its head had been reduced to mush.

“Motherfuckers!” he screamed. Then he panted as he regained his composure. He shoved the bat into a sling at his back and went back into the store. Later, he emerged carrying a crate full of stuff. You couldn’t see much of what he had, but you were pretty sure he had found some useful items left behind by looters.

He climbed into his van and left. This time, you were not alarmed by losing sight of him. Clearly the two of you were traveling in the same direction, and even though he was traveling faster in his van, he was apparently making stops along the way, probably to hunt. You’d catch up to him again, you felt certain of it.

You decided to venture into the store. It was very likely that he had cleared any zombies from the interior, and it had been several minutes since the fight outside and no other zombies had appeared.

Inside, the shelves were almost completely bare, save for some trash and items deemed too useless to bother carrying around - toys, a pair of foam flip flops, a cane that looked too flimsy to be a proper mobility aid. You got down on the floor and looked under the shelves. A fellow survivor you met two months ago had told you about this trick. “People tend to be in a hurry when they’re gathering supplies,” he’d explained, “so they end up dropping stuff. Some of it ends up kicked under the shelves and the people who come in later don’t think to check there.”

Beneath the shelf to your right, you found a package of expired gummy bears. You ripped them open and shoved a handful in your mouth, savoring the juicy sweetness. They were the best gummy bears you’d ever eaten. When you had half the pack left, you rolled it down and pushed it into your backpack for later.

Under the shelf to your left, you found a bottle of shampoo that was open and spilling out. You grabbed it and closed the lid. There was still over half a bottle left! You hadn’t shampooed your hair in over a month, so this would be a luxurious treat.

You found a few more items under the other shelves: a single battery that would fit your flashlight (you hoped it wasn’t drained), a small box of bandaids, and (most precious of all), an unopened bottle of sweet tea.

These treasures safely tucked in your backpack, you left the store and headed in the same direction you’d seen the white van leave in. As you passed by the alley you’d hidden in earlier, a pair of pale white hands suddenly reached out from it and grabbed your arm. You jerked free, repulsed by the feeling of cold, damp flesh on your skin.

A single zombie shambled out of the alley, arms raised in front of it as it reached for you again, mouth biting the air in anticipation of tasting human meat. You backed away from it as you slid the hunting knife out of the holster on your thigh. In most cases, you chose not to fight or kill zombies. It was messy and, even in the best circumstances, risky. Plus it was a pain to sanitize your knife in a fire before using it to skin the small animals your sometimes caught.

You looked back at the store. Should you lure it in there and shut the door? But that would leave a rather nasty surprise for the next person who came along and decided to check the store for supplies. You sighed and pulled your backpack off as you continued backing away, keeping a modest distance from the zombie. If there was a struggle, you didn’t want to risk your backpack being ripped or damaged. It was sturdy and easy to carry, and who knew when you’d come across another one? You dropped it on the ground and backed a few more feet away.

Once you felt you were in a good position (plenty of open space in all directions so you could flee if necessary), you stopped and waited for the zombie to get closer. Once it was near enough to almost touch you with its outstretched arms, you quickly ducked around behind it and shoved your knife into its ear. The arms dropped, then the body collapsed onto the pavement. You retrieved the knife and breathed a sigh of relief as you wiped the blade off on the zombie’s shirt.

Poor bastard. He died in the most hideous lime green T-shirt you’d ever seen.

You picked up your backpack and left the small town, excited to drink some of your tea later in the evening.

It took you four days to find the man with the van again, and it was totally by accident. You’d followed the nearby river to a waterfall. You’d grown up in this area, so you remembered there being a waterfall around here somewhere. Figuring it would be a great place to wash up and use that shampoo you found, you followed the sound of rushing water until you spotted it.

The waterfall wasn’t huge, but it was high enough that falling from it would probably be dangerous. The water at the base of it, near where you stood, was only around four feet deep, as you recalled. You and your friends would occasionally go swimming there during particularly hot summers. You remembered picnics under the shade of the trees that lined the river, laughter as you took turns running into the falling water. The memories made you feel numb more than anything else.

As you stood there beside a tree, you heard a loud splash. You ducked behind the tree by reflex, then peeked around it to see the man emerging from the water. Had he been under for the whole three or four minutes you’d been there? All your thoughts suddenly froze in your brain when you realized the man was completely naked. Apparently he also thought this was a good place to bathe.

His body was marred by the same deep purple scarring that covered parts of his face and arms, like a patchwork. There was something oddly mesmerizing about those scars. He was lean, with just the right amount of muscle, and his black hair glistened in the sun as water dripped from the tips and ran down his torso.

As he stepped out of the water, you couldn’t help stealing a glance at the rather impressive appendage between his legs. Even wet and cold, it looked pleasingly large.

The man walked over to small brown bag and pulled out a towel. How had you missed that bag? Regardless, he toweled off and then spread the towel on the ground and sat down. He pulled a can of what looked like beer from the bag and cracked it open. Then he pulled out a tattered paperback book and leaned over on his side.

Was he seriously just going to relax by the river… naked? That’s when you noticed the handle of some sort of weapon sticking out of the bag. He certainly wasn’t defenseless. You’d seen his incredible strength a few days before.

With a start, you realized this was a great opportunity to check out his van. It had to be parked close by, and the man clearly planned to be there for a while. You took one more long look at his well toned body before tearing your eyes away and heading back into the woods.

The trees were tall and their dark green foliage nearly blotted out the sunlight above you. But there was enough light to spot a white van amongst the browns and greens of the forest, so it didn’t take you long to find it.

You approached carefully, remembering the man’s tendency to use traps and systems to alert him of danger. The leaves were moist and slippery under your feet, perfect for remaining silent as you stepped lightly around the van to reach the back. Then your heart dropped to your feet.

The back doors of the van were covered in wire lined with metal cans. It would be physically impossible to open them without causing a huge racket. You checked the side doors, and they were locked tight. You had some experience breaking into vehicles, though you were definitely no expert. You peered in through the window, only to spot more wires and cans tied to the inside of each door.

You sighed and walked away, heading back to the waterfall. When you reached the trees you’d hidden in before, the man was pulling on a faded black T-shirt over his ripped jeans. He looked good in them. He gathered the rest of his belongings into the brown bag, zipped it up, and walked off in the direction of his van. He passed within twenty feet of you, but you were perfectly still behind a tree.

You waited for a while after he left, to be sure he didn’t return for something he forgot, then you moved close to the water, slipped off your backpack and pulled out a few items. A change of clothes, a towel, and the shampoo you’d been saving. You stripped off your clothes, leaving only the thigh holster with your knife snapped inside. You washed the clothes you took off in the water then draped them over low branches in the nearby trees to dry.

Finally, you stepped into the water and dipped your whole head in to get your hair wet. The water was cool, but not enough to be uncomfortable. It looked crystal clear and clean, and it soothed the various cuts and scrapes you’d incurred over the past several days.

You squeezed out some shampoo before tossing the bottle onto the shore and lathering up your hair. It smelled heavenly! Like fresh flowers and honey. You rubbed the lather all over your body, figuring that if men had been using one product for their hair and bodies for years, so could you.

Once you were covered in soap, you went over to the waterfall and stood under it, letting it rinse you clean. It felt so close to an actual shower, you nearly cried.

You played around in the water for a little while, then stepped out and dried off before dressing in clean clothes. You relaxed by the water, just as the man had done, while waiting for your wet clothes to dry. The sun, reaching you now that you were out of the woods, felt warm on your skin.

You left back through the woods, but just before you broke free of the tree line by the highway, you heard the distinctive sound of someone walking. Someone alive. Twigs snapped and leaves crunched, the noise so close that you whirled around to look for the source.

Two men approached from the direction of down river. You could smell them from several yards away. Apparently being so close to the river had not inspired them to wash up, at all. They appeared to be in their mid thirties, both sporting unkempt beards and long, scraggly hair. Both carried backpacks, rifles on their backs, and numerous knives attached to their belts.

These were exactly the sort of people you tried to avoid. In your time on your own, you only approached certain types: women, families, small mixed groups that seemed to get along with each other. You never approached single men, much less multiple men together with no woman in sight.

Usually, you were extremely vigilant. You always spotted other people in plenty of time to hide or flee if they seemed like bad news. In the early weeks of the outbreak, when you’d first ventured out on your own, you’d met a younger girl who was exceptionally good at sneaking around and avoiding being caught by the living or the dead. You’d traveled with her for a while, learning her techniques as well as how to use a knife. Since then, you’d always managed to evade danger. But today you had dropped your guard. Perhaps the shower had been a little too relaxing.

“Hey there,” one of the men said, throwing up his hand in a wave.

You debated whether you should make a run for it or not. They had rifles, so they could probably shoot your legs out from under you if they wanted to. You stood completely still, watching them as they got closer.

“You out here alone, girl?”

“No,” you said, trying to keep your voice firm, “my friends are waiting for me just up the road.”

You hoped they would believe the lie, that they’d rather avoid getting into a fight with a group they knew nothing about.

“That’s funny,” the other man said, “we walked along the road for a long time and we didn’t see anyone waiting for you. Are you sure they didn’t leave you behind?”

His tone made it clear that he didn’t believe you. Shit. How could you get out of this situation? You kept yourself steady and replied. “Really? Maybe they parked in the woods. They do that sometimes, for the shade.”

“Good idea,” the first man said. “These trees sure do block out the sun. They block out a lot of stuff.”

“Well,” you said casually as you turned toward the road, “I better head over there before they get worried and come looking for me.”

You made it a few steps away, walking at a leisurely pace to feign nonchalance, when you heard fast, heavy footsteps running toward you. Glancing back, you saw one of the men rapidly closing the distance, holding up the butt of his rifle like a club.

You broke into a run then, but you didn’t make it far. The rifle struck your head, your vision blurred and darkened, and you felt yourself falling over. You were unconscious before you ever hit the ground.

*****

When you woke up, you heard the sounds of a crackling fire before your eyes adjusted to the bright orange light against the murky darkness of the forest.

You were lying on your side on the ground, close enough to the fire to feel its heat on your skin. Your hands were tied together in front of you with thick, coarse rope that rubbed your wrists in an unpleasant way. One of the men was sitting nearby, skinning a rabbit. The other, the one who had knocked you out, was standing on the other side of the fire, stoking it with a long stick. Your backpack was lying a few feet away from you.

Afternoon had turned to dusk, still light enough to see without a fire or flashlight, but dark enough to make you wary. From your experience, fires in the woods at night were not the best idea. The glow sometimes attracted zombies, so only groups with enough people to keep watch normally lit them. You had stuck to small fires in the daytime, just lit long enough to cook some food or boil some water from the river. Zombies didn’t know to look for smoke.

The two men didn’t seem to be conversing at all, so pretending to be asleep to listen to them was pointless. You pulled yourself to a sitting position, your knees pulled up in front of you. They hadn’t bothered to take your knife from the holster on your thigh. Had they simply not noticed it? Or did they think you were this little of a threat?

The man standing at the fire noticed you were awake and flashed you a smile. It was a repulsive smile, accompanied by dark eyes moving over you hungrily. You could guess why they had taken you captive. You’d heard plenty of stories. You glared at him and steeled yourself for a fight.

“We’ll have dinner first,” he said in his rough voice, gesturing toward his friend with the stick. “Then we’ll have dessert,” he added with a grin, pointing the stick at you. His friend chuckled.

You suddenly felt like throwing up. These men were disgusting, with their leering stares and stinking bodies. The thought of one of them touching you for even a moment sent ripples of revulsion through your entire body.

Shame it wasn’t the handsome black haired stranger with the scars.

Wait… did you seriously just think that? Ugh. You’d been out here in the woods for far too long.

You tried to stay calm as you assessed the situation. The good: you still had your knife, and your hands were tied in front of you instead of behind you. Cutting yourself free would be easy once you got away. You also knew these woods fairly well, and were accustomed to moving around in the dark. The bad: there were two of them, and they were clearly much stronger than you. They both had those rifles too.

You glanced around, taking in the now blazing fire and the positions of the two men in relation to it. You almost smiled. This was nearly identical to a scenario Toga, the girl you’d traveled with, had told you about being in before she met you. And you remembered exactly how she’d said she escaped.

You scooted over a bit, making a show of wincing and leaning as if your backside was sore. You needed to have both men on the other side of the fire from you. The one sitting on the ground cleaning the rabbit would be easy. The other was pacing back and forth, occasionally stirring the branches and logs in the fire. If you timed it just right…

There! As soon as the pacing man got close to the other one, and they were both across the fire from you, you suddenly kicked out both your legs, shoving your boots into the base of the fire. Sparks and embers flew everywhere, flames reached out like glowing hands and crawled along the ground, alighting leaves and twigs. The sitting man yelped and fell backwards, the other one cursed and backed away from the flames, but he was too slow. Fire danced up his pant leg as he screamed and tried to put it out by slapping at it with his hand.

In the chaos you got to your feet, grabbed your backpack off the ground, and ran into the trees. You heard one of the men yelling for the other to go after you, then a screamed reply of “Fuck you, I’m on fire!”

Once you’d ran so far that you could no longer hear their shouts or see the glow from the fire, you huddled next to a tree and used your knife to cut the rope, freeing yourself. You holstered the knife and pulled your backpack onto your shoulders, then looked around for a hiding spot. The woods were getting darker by the minute, but that was an advantage for you, not them.

Eventually you found a tree that was perfect, and you climbed it quietly and carefully. You tucked yourself against the trunk and nestled into the branch, an action deeply familiar to you by now. Around half an hour later, you heard one of the men run by your tree. By that time it was so dark that you would’ve been shocked if he’d spotted you. After that, you only heard the usual sounds of the forest as you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you didn’t climb down immediately. You used your high vantage point to look out over the area, scanning the woods for any sign of the two men. Would they give up on you, deeming you too much of a hassle to deal with? Or would last night’s events only make them pursue you more doggedly? You couldn’t be sure, but you also couldn’t spend the entire day up in the tree. After watching for a few more minutes and feeling certain the men were not close by, you climbed down to the ground.

You headed to the river first to wash your face and fill your water bottle. You doubted you’d be able to start a fire today, for fear that the smoke would give away your location, so you couldn’t boil the water. You grimaced at the thought of drinking raw river water again, but you’d sip it if you absolutely had to. Having an upset stomach was better than being dead. There was maybe a mouthful of sweet tea left in the bottle you’d found in the store, but you wanted to save it for as long as you could.

When ready, you made your way back through the woods and to the trees that lined the highway. You didn’t dare step out into the open. Too many dangerous folks traveling the roads. But you stayed close enough to be able to see the highway at all times. You rarely saw cars going by these days. The last one you’d seen, besides the white van, had been over a week ago.

You walked through the edge of the forest, moving in the same direction you had been for a few weeks now. You didn’t have a particular destination in mind. You simply wanted to keep moving, keep away from people, stay near the river where you could always get water and sometimes even catch fish, stick to the woods where you could occasionally catch a squirrel or a rabbit. It wasn’t a great life, but it was all you had at the moment.

You’d walked nearly the whole day when you saw a very welcome sight: the white van parked just inside the woods, several yards ahead. You were surprised that you’d caught up with him so quickly, especially after being slowed down by those two assholes last night.

As usual, you approached it carefully. When you got close enough, you realized the back door was standing wide open. No wires or cans had been strung up. The driver’s side door was open as well.

What the hell was going on?

There was no way the man would leave his van like this. Even if he suddenly had to shit, he wouldn’t leave his stash of supplies completely unguarded. Had he been attacked? The image of the two men flashed in your mind. The black haired man was strong, but they had guns. They could have forced him out of the van. But in that case, where were they?

You circled around the van from a distance, looking for signs or clues as to what had happened. You strained your ears to listen for footsteps, but you heard nothing. Could the man have been attacked by zombies? Maybe he stepped out to pee, was suddenly surrounded, and had to run deeper into the woods to get away.

Mind racing with possible explanations, you decided to watch the van for a little while, in case someone came for it. After nearly an hour, the woods were getting dark again. If you were going to make a move, now was the time. You took a deep breath, then walked over to the back of the van. You peered inside, and to your hungry, desperate eyes, it looked like the holy grail. The entire back of the van was filled to the brim with supplies.

You climbed up into it and looked around in wonder. There were cases full of canned goods, bottled water, snacks, and even a few packs of beer. There were boxes with things written on them like, “bandages,” “batteries,” and “soap”. Curiously, there were several boxes of black hair dye. It almost looked like the storeroom of some convenience store.

All of this was too suspicious. You didn’t dare grab a lot of stuff. What if the man really did have to suddenly relieve himself? Or had to run from zombies but was circling back around to his van? You decided to be cautious and grab only a small number of items, things he probably wouldn’t even notice. Then you could watch the van from an afar and grab more stuff if he never came back.

You opened your backpack and shoved in two bottles of water, a can of peaches, a can of pork and beans, a bag of potato chips, and two chocolate candy bars. The carbs would come in very handy. You’d had so little energy lately. Pleased with your choices, you zipped up your backpack and pulled it on, then turned to exit the van.

You stopped dead in your tracks. Standing right outside the van, staring at you with one hand on his hip, was the black haired man. He looked at you with a deadpan expression and said, “Looks like I caught myself a thief.”

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #Dabi #touya todoroki #touya x reader #bnha zombie AU #Dabi x you #X reader #bnha x reader

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crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington · 18 days

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circus AU i make with my friends :3

#crumb #cuptoast #friend art #original art #this is ur sign to make AUs with ur friend group #its really so fun #here r some AU ideas ive done with my friends #mlp... pixie hollow... zombie apocolypse... bnha...#its totally fun #i cant reccomend it enough

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doodlejoops · 1 year

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I had a need.

#Kacchan #kacchan fanart #deadication #zombie apocolypse au #bnha #bnha fanart #bakugou katsuki #joops art

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kcawesomebot · 2 years

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Midoriya, crushing a zombie's head between his thighs like a watermelon:

Bakugou: ...

Todoroki: ...

Uraraka: ...

Iida: ...

Shinsou: ...

Sero: ...

Kirishima: ...

Kaminari, his hands out in front of him and stumbling forward: Brrraaaaaaaiiiinns...

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nekoo3001 · 6 months

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Zombie apocalypse au pt.2/The first meeting. Happy Halloween!

Pt.1:

https://www.tumblr.com/neko3001/731984584052523008/neko3001?source=share

#bnha #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #erasermic #present mic #yamada hizashi #mha #bnha fanart #mha fanart #mha aizawa #zombie au #zombie apocalypse #zombie #bnha aizawa #aizawa shota #my hero academia #aizawa sensei #hizashi yamada #yamada

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taintedashes · 4 days

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He should be dead by now, or at least succumbing to the mindless and endless urge for human flesh. However, Izuku Midoriya has to wonder as he touches his forearm's uneven and lacerated skin why he hasn't turned yet.

(Following a calamity that brings about the end of the world, survivors seek refuge and fight tirelessly in a world overrun by the dead.)

Commision by https://x.com/raachelica - It came out exactly how I envisioned it. ♥️🧟‍♂️ DO NOT REPOST!

#bkdk #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #commission #zombie apocolypse au #bkdk fanfic #bnha #mha

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sugolara · 11 months

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𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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Feet crunching orange leaves and sticks, Katsuki, F/n, and Izuku walk through a forest that surrounds a city where a sanctuary is being held; Rhote. Although they were thankful for the cool air and for the moon to be up, they had to be wary as rotters seem to be more active at night.

They would glance at every noise that critters would make and even their own footsteps thinking someone would pounce on them. After countless of restless nights and coming across terrible people, it was evident that paranoia was seeping through.

Yawning and rubbing her eyes, F/n look ahead, “Please, let there be a house nearby or atleast a car.”

Swatting flies that flew around him and groaning in annoyance, Katsuki looked around, “I doubt it. There’s nothing but trees and fucking bugs. It’s pissing me off.”

“Maybe they are attracted to you because you smell.” F/n shrugged innocently.

Katsuki mockingly laugh and harshly bumped into her, “Aren’t you fucking funny. You smell too.”

“I meant it in a nice way.” F/n said as she peered at him.

He scoffs, “There is no nice way when you’re covered in dirt, blood and sweat.”

“Keep it down.” Izuku began as his eyes wandered, “If someone’s nearby they’ll hear us. We don’t have enough strength to fight.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes and stared at F/n, he then jokes, “We can sacrifice her.”

The girl gave him a look as Izuku shook his head. He knows that Katsuki’s trying to brighten the mood up. It felt like forever since they all had shared a laugh and that felt weird to Izuku, considering the fact that he himself was all about smiles.

But he could tell that he was slowly slipping away.

“You guys see that?” F/n pointed to her right as a wide building with an open area stood ahead.

The males looked over, squinting in the dark as a couple wooden boxes were placed outside, “...A warehouse?”

“Let’s go.” Izuku says and the two behind him follow.

Sneakily crouching behind a few bushes, the three look around to see if they could spot any sign of human existence, but because it was dark and the tree's shadow covered the ground they couldn’t see shoeprints.

With a machete, pistol, and combat knife in hand, they make their way to the front of the warehouse. With no chains or locks around the wide double doors, they enter and shut it behind them.

“Oh my…” F/n says as her eyes widen at the shelfs of supplies.

“This is months, maybe years of supplies…” Izuku’s eyes felt like they were beginning to water.

Snapping out of his daze, Katsuki looks around and finds a couple of duffel bags, he then hands it to his friends, “We should hurry and get whatever we need. Someone isn’t dumb enough to leave all this behind.”

“Kacchan’s right. Whoever lives here might come back.” With that, the three separated; Katsuki in the front, Izuku in the middle, and F/n in the back near some small rooms. While Katsuki packed medical supplies and Izuku packed food, F/n filled her bag with ammo.

She smiled, mostly from relief as she and her friends would have guns to protect them with countless ammo. Every weapon she picked up, she made sure that the correct ammo was there.

But as she filled her duffel bag the sound of a gun cocking and pressing against the back of her head made her stay still.

“Try anything and I’ll shoot.” A cold whispered voice said.

Was this person dumb enough to not realize that guns were laying neatly around her?

Shaking her thoughts, F/n raised her hands to where the figure could see them and whispered, “Fuck.”

“Stand up.” He says and watches every movement that F/n makes. His fingers on the trigger in case she decides to pull something, “Are you alone?”

Not wanting to endanger Izuku and Katsuki, her e/c eyes stare at the two toned hair male with a scar on his right eye, “Yes. Look, I don't want any trouble. Let me grab my stuff and I’ll be out of your way. I’ll never come back.”

The male scoffs as he doesn’t want to take any chances, “No.”

Taking his answer, F/n quickly shifts to her side and hooks her arm underneath the male’s gun and elbows him on the stomach.

Surprised by her sudden movement, the male drops his gun which gives F/n an opportunity to go after it but she doesn’t make it as the male trips her causing both to fall.

They grunt as they both try to get the upper hand, hitting, punching, and pulling. As F/n kicks the scar male to a shelf, which causes items to fall and make loud noises, she’s a couple steps away from the gun and as her hand almost reaches it, the male shoves her into the ground and sits on top of her back as to not let her get away.

The gun slides a bit forward as F/n claws at the male's arm that reaches around her neck.

From the front of the warehouse, Izuku and Katsuki's ears perked up as the noises of things clashing and grunts caught their attention. They let their bags drop and run to their friend, worried she might be in danger as she hadn’t let a noise out.

The sound of choking and grunting got louder as the males got closer and closer.

With her fingertips holding the handle of the pistol, she fully grabs it but her hand is slammed down from the force of the male.

Reaching the gun again, both of their hands held onto it, their sounds of struggling caused them to be deaf from the rushing footsteps of Izuku and Katsuki.

Upon finding their friend, Izuku’s and Katsuki’s eyes widened as they recognized the male. A feeling of relief is lifted off their shoulders.

As Izuku takes a step forward and calls his name out, a sudden gunshot rings through the building, echoing in every ear as a sudden frightened and worried look is in everyone’s faces.

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A Couple a' Blockheads

Katsuki Bakugou

Zombie Apocalypse AU

TW!! Slight singular use of the word "cripple." Might be offensive to some.

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Fire ran through his biceps, climbed down to his wrists as he pulled, further, until he was high enough to grab the wood of the chipping fence. He climbed, grimacing at the moans and grumbles of the beasts below him. They roared and jeered. Their reaping stentch enough to make a stable cow gag. Even so, he hauled himself over the fence and his spine hit the balcony. He was left a gasping mess.

"Fuck!" Katsuki blew.

A breath later, or maybe two, and he was sprawling on his side, grabbing the nearest wall and climbing to his feet. He limped closer to it on his bleeding leg, grunting and seething.

Katsuki couldn't help but snort. How the hell did he get here? Pressed against a wall, bleeding, with a hoard of no-brained, undead lurking below, waiting to claw his guts out and feast. Like hell that was happening.

Gripping the wall and feeling the roughness of the rocks that bricked the building run across his palm, he limped over to the nearest window. Then, without a second of thinking, he slammed his elbow against the pane and watched it shatter. He swung an arm around to his back and returned with a handgun and aimed the small sized pistol around the room before declaring it safe to climb through.

Avoiding glass shards, he grabbed the end of the window and pulled himself inside. He gave a second to scan the small little bedroom then bolted to loot the place. Well, as fast as he could on an injured leg. He rummaged through dressers, desks, and wardrobes. All empty. He ducked under the bed and saw nothing.

Not nothing.

The small outline of something, hidden in the darkness. He kneeled and hissed at the ass kicking his injury provided. Katsuki fell on his chest, pressing his face against the floor and stretching his arm far beneath the mattress. It was a box, he could tell when he knocked it further back with the tip of his finger.

Katsuki groaned, "Come on.."

He flexed his shoulder, his hand, his forearm, stretched as far as he could and gasped when he felt the curvature of a small plastic handle.

"Oh, hell yeah." He grinned, pulling the box towards him, moving to pull it into his lap. Holding the grin, he pulled off the lid. Then, his grin fell. The cold barrel of a gun pressed against his skull, and a few short uneven breaths came from the person behind him.

The person cocked the gun, it clicked. A soft, yet stern voice of a woman said, "Put it back."

Katsuki didn't. "Go to hell."

"I will shoot."

"Oh yeah?"

His head was pushed forward with the gun and he grunted. With a sigh, Katsuki dropped the box, used his good foot to kick it back under the bed, and raise his hands above his head.

"Can you stop waving that thing around now?" He snarked, but was mentally running through his options. He decided the only one that would end with him alive was doing what they said. So he held his hands there, and didn't press back against the pistol's barrel.

"Who are you? Why- why are you here?"

"Put the damn gun down!"

"I want a name."

Katsuki blew a breath. "Bakugou. Happy?"

"A full name."

He blew another, through gritted teeth. "Katsuki Bakugou, want a middle name too?"

The girl pulled the gun back, only a little, "Why are you here?"

"Why the hell else?!" Katsuki snapped, his patience running thin, "I got chased by a bunch a' Blockheads. I saw a house. I went inside the house. Are you stupid?"

"Blockheads?"

"So that's a yes? Great. A trigger happy fool. The dead people! The hell do you call them?! The-"

"The dead."

Katsuki pressed his lips closed. And after a second that dragged on for ten, the gun left his head, and the girl stepped away from him. He grabbed the bed, used it to climb up and stand, cursing and seething every chance he got. Slowly, cautiously, he wheeled around to face his perpetrator, and found the pastel green eyes of a girl who looked nothing like what he expected to find.

Her face was soft, clear of scars or cuts, clean. Her eyes were green and bright, full of something. Something he thought was lost a while ago;

Humanity.

He knitted his brows together, finding a second to scan over her. Her small frame, the pink strands of hair that bled through the mass of brown.

She looked down, her eyes going wide. She gasped and jumped away from him, tugging the bag at her flank backwards when it swung. Before Katsuki could blink, the gun was pointed at him again.

"The hell?!–"

"You're bitten?!"

Katsuki looked down at himself. He expected to find just that. The bite of one of those heinous blockheads, the thought managing to spark the smallest amount of fear through his chest. But, all he found was the injury on his legs, the bloody mess now poking out from his pants leg. Damn, he really needed to cover that.

He looked back up, hiding the relief that spread over his face. "No. I was caught in a bear trap."

"A bear trap?! You can't expect me to believe that, you're standing right now!

He snarled, "Trust me, hurts like hell."

"Prove it!" She stepped backwards, stumbling over the leg of the nightstand. Her eyes were wide, and she trained the gun on him, steadily.

He raised his hands back over his head. He was frankly tired of her, and debated taking his gun out and shooting her in the shoulder. He didn't. Instead, he sighed, snarled, and calmly said, "If I was bitten then I'd have a fever. I'd have a fever and dizzy spells."

Her face softened only a bit, and only for a moment.

"I'm standing perfectly fine, ain't I? But, unfortunately you aren't coming near me to check my temperature."

"So, you expect me to trust you?"

He ignored her, "You're holding the gun wrong."

"What?! I know how to hold a gun!"

"Then unlock your elbows." Katsuki snarled.

Her eyes shifted down to her own arms, and with a deep breath, she loosened her elbows.

"Great. Now put it down." Katsuki nodded to the bed.

She looked at it, then back at him. "You don't get to bark orders. If you couldn't tell, I'm holding the gun at you."

"You're shaking, and tense." He snarked back, his eyes almost daring her to prove him wrong. Daring, with utmost confidence. "You aren't gonna shoot me."

"I could."

"You won't."

"I could. That should be enough for you to stop talking."

"Save us both some time, dumbass." Katsuki dropped his hands, and growled at the sudden pain shooting through his leg. He waved her off and sat on the bed, ignoring the gun aimed at his head. "Drop it."

He paid her no mind, grabbing a fist full of the end of his pants and pulling it on the bed. The loose blue jeans were repainted to brown and red, mixture of dirt and the blood spilling from his leg. He sucked his teeth, pressed a hand around the injury and stopped himself from biting his tongue.

"You have to clean that before–"

A crash, loud and obnoxious, a roaring crash came from the door and was followed by groans.

Katsuki whipped his head around to the threshold. The door was forced open with the mangled face of a monster and it made him stiffen and reach for the gun stuffed in his pants against his back. The moment his hand wrapped around the pistol, the firing sound of lead sliced through the air and it didn't come from his gun. The Blockhead fell against the wall, and slid to the floor without a sound.

The girl held the gun out, aimed in front of her when Katsuki turned back to her. Her chest was heaving, and it took a moment before she was pushing the gun into her belt.

She scoffed, "See? I know how to use a gun."

"How the hell did that get in here?!" Katsuki demanded, now glaring, glaring daggers full of accusations.

She must've done something wrong, left a door unlocked, didn't barricade the windows on the bottom floor. Wasn't this where she was staying? How could she be that careless?

"I don't know." She said, and she was a little too calm and Katsuki was inclined to start throwing things. She kneeled down, reached under the bed. "This isn't my place."

"The hell it isn't!"

She re-emerged, the unlidded box in hand, "I came here for loot."

"I came here for loot, and you pulled a goddamn gun on me!"

"You were gonna steal my loot."

"Well that's a load of–"

She looked up, those green eyes were soft. She looked sorry, apologetic. It almost pissed him off more, "Catch."

She tossed a small bottle, and Katsuki caught it in his hand. In printed text it read an unfamiliar name and; Oxycodone. Yeah. Now he was pissed.

"There's medicine in there?!" Katsuki tried to jump up, and the moment he tried he yelled out in overwhelming pain. "Oh you son of a-!"

"Sorry." She said, and it sounded sincere. "You've survived this long at the end of the world, so you have to be smart enough to take care of yourself. There is ammunition downstairs if you're low, I didn't get to grab it. Maybe we'll meet again."

"Yeah, in hell. I will put a bullet in your head, come back here!" He pulled himself off the bed with his gun, red with hot, hot rage. He limped closer to her as she moved further to the window.

She put a leg through, "Goodbye, Katsuki Bakugou."

She cradled the box closer to her chest and ducked through the shattered window.

Katsuki kept moving on his burning leg, kept moving until he could grab the wall for support. "You can't leave without splitting those supplies. Your bullet is going to bring every Blockhead for three miles to this house."

"I need this stuff more than you."

"You are perfectly fine!"

"Well, someone I love isn't."

Katsuki turned his head back. More groans echoed outside the door. More, lots. He could hardly stand, and he only had nine bullets left. Katsuki straightened his back against the wall, aimed his gun at the door and waited for the first face to appear.

It did, he shot is, straight through the eye. It collapsed on the ground and he waited for the next, "Give me the medicine, or I swear to God–"

"Come on."

He faltered, "What?"

"You aren't gonna live if you stay here. You shouldn't be worrying about the medicine."

"How touching. Three seconds ago you were prepared to leave my ass!"

"Come on."

"I don't need your help!" Katsuki shouted, firing his gun at the next sonofabitch, then the next. "I need what I came here for."

"Are you stupid?"

"The hell did you just say to me?!"

"Fine. Stay here and die then."

Katsuki glanced over his shoulder for a moment, and the girl shuffled away from the window. The box was now on the floor empty, and she pulled the strap of her bag over her head and started walking.

He looked back, firing one more bullet at one of the moaning Blockheads then shot for the window. He cursed himself, cursed and scolded himself for even thinking about accepting help.

He ducked through the shattered gap, "Wait! Fine, I'm coming."

Maybe she was gone, already fled the place. That's what he thought until he felt an arm grab his and haul him through the window. Katsuki grunted, pulled his injured leg through, seething when his wound hit the outline of the gap. Then, when both of his feet were on the ground, the girl hoisted his arm over her shoulder.

"I don't need your help." He said, but made no effort to pull away. Instead, he let himself put his weight on her. The pressure released from his leg and immediately the pain shrunk down to almost nothing. He drew in a deep breath, "I don't need your help, or pity."

"You know, most people say thank you." She replied and started pulling them both forwards.

Katsuki staggered on his feet, resisting the need to gasp every time he took a step. The monstrous groans and grumbles of the Blockheads below him managed to pump his heart a little faster than he would like.

"Okay, so what's your plan? We are on a balcony, seven feet above a sea of idiots." Katsuki said. Then, he glanced over the fence at the horde.

The girl was silent for a moment. He almost repeated the question, opened his mouth to snark out some sarcastic witless comment. But, then she drew a breath and he snapped his mouth shut.

"That's the complicated part. The plan is complicated now that I'm carrying a cripple."

He whipped a glare at her, surprised to find a playful grin staring back. Still he scoffed, loud, to make sure to catch her attention so she could linger on his next words. "You are hardly carrying me."

"If I moved right now, you'd collapse over that fence." She nodded towards the red wood lining of the fence. Then, she shrugged her shoulders, pulled Katsuki's arm a bit. "My plan was to just maneuver over rooftops. But, like I said, you complicate things."

"Let's do it."

"What?" She stopped at the end of the balcony.

Katsuki pulled away from her. He forced himself on both his feet, and immediately regretted it. A sharp sting shot up his leg and he had to chomp down on his tongue to prevent himself from yelling.

He stood, and ignored the fact that his legs were trembling, "I can make it."

"Hah… haha." The girl laughed sarcastically. "...No."

"I can. I've done more with worse." He deadpanned.

"You're insane."

"Maybe it's why I'm still alive."

"No, it's why you won't be alive in about ten minutes."

"Bite me." Katsuki snarled.

"I won't be the reason you're dead. You are bleeding! You- you can't be serious." Her mouth fell open a little.

Katsuki gritted his teeth. With determination, he took a step forward, then another. He grabbed the rail of the fence, pulled himself on top of it.

The girl's footsteps shuffled slowly behind him, "Oh my God, he's serious…"

Katsuki looked up at the roof shingles nearly in reach. He ignored the burning in his leg, ignored it like it didn't exist. He didn't attempt to put more weight on his other leg, he completely ignored it.

He gritted his teeth, "Give me a boost."

"Me? You are two times bigger than me, and my weight will be divided on the skinny surface of a fence."

"It will be easier for you to lift me up from down here than you pulling me from up top."

"How do I know you won't leave me?"

Katsuki looked down at the girl, "Because I need that medicine. More than just some painkillers."

"I never told you I'd give you any." She shuffled. Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the discomfort in her face, at the way a frown dug into her features. Her green eyes avoided his, "I told you, I need it more."

Katsuki scanned over her, spotting the strands of hair dyed in her bangs. "I won't leave you, Pinkstreak."

Her face twisted, but she climbed onto the balcony fence next to him. Katsuki moved over, and she evened her feet on the wooden plank. Their conversation turned to silence, the Brunette folding her fingers around each other, and Katsuki waited until she was ready and he lifted his good leg and stepped into her hand. All of his weight was left pushing into the torn skin of his wound and he resisted a reaction.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

He almost scoffed at the concern painted on her. With a roll of his shoulders, and a deep breath, he nodded. He felt her hand start to lift upwards, and that's when he stepped up against her tied palms. The shingles of the roof were inches from reach, and the moment he grabbed the roof the girl's hands pushed him up higher and made his climb easier. Katsuki grabbed at it. He positioned his elbows on the surface and pulled himself with his shoulders. Soon, he was able to swing one arm up, and then the other. Breathing heavily, with intense gasps, he fell back flat on the roof's surface and seethed at his pestering leg.

"Are you alright?"

Katsuki combed his hand through the tangled blonde on his head. His chest heaving, his heart racing, and he realized the chills spreading down his arms and the exhaustion blowing on his neck. He probably was running a fever by now Shit.

He rolled himself over, gathered himself back on two knees. "I'm fine."

When Katsuki peered over the roof's ledge he saw the girl, her feet planted on the fence, and her eyes staring up. Then, her eyes met his, and he could swear he saw a look of relief pass over her face.

She pulled the satchel bag closer to her hip, "Alright, then help me up."

With an eye roll and a snort, he leaned down and stretched out his hand, "Come on up, Pinkstreak."

"My name is Amai." She spoke softly, he almost didn't hear her. "Amai Tsuyuki."

"I think I'll stick with Pinkstreak."

I know you kids prefer the x readers. You load of simps. But, Amai has been an OC close to my heart for years now and I'd like the opportunity to share her. So yes, I am telling you that thus is an x Oc story at the end, with the hope that you gave it a chance first.

I plan on making a part two if people like this, and definitely some CU content with her. She's a darling, you'll love her. I swear.

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