After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down its borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's too late for some people. The dead have risen and are looking for revenge.
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Season 3
Pistol with the letter 'S' engraved—to know it belonged to Shoto—was held in her right hand, then a knife in left. F/n carefully strolled through the dark forest. If Shoto wanted her to prove her trust then she won't back down from a challenge. Sure, this challenge might end up with her drying, but she doubted that. The wilderness was like her second home. She did truly belong here, but she wasn't going to give Shoto the satisfaction that she was wrong and if it meant getting another sleepless night, then so be it.
It's been over a while since she's been out. Hearing a rotter snarl to her left, she stopped before swinging her knife and latching it onto a skull. A squelch was heard as she pulled back, continuing to walk as the rotter's body thudded to the floor. She scratched her head with her left hand, groaning as she wondered if Izuku was already awake.
She turned off her flashlight when she heard another rotter. She waited and listened for the snarls. On her right, it sounded more than just one. Turning, she only saw a single figure going towards her. She softly whistled at it, the noise causing two dead behind the first one to appear. Annoyingly, she turned her flashlight to the lowest setting, shining it on the floor as she looked for a rock.
FInding a pebble, she once again turned off her light and crouched to pick it up. From her position, she threw it to her right where it hit against the tree, causing the rotters to turn away from her. She could use her gun, but she was still a bit close to the warehouse and she didn't want to accidentally send in horde, even if Shoto deserved it.
When the snarls faded, she sneaked by them, running in her hunched form. Thankfully, rotters didn't have the capacity to be self aware. Otherwise, she surely would have been dead if they decided to run after her and open doors. Shrugging the thought, when she could no longer hear their growls, she turned her light back on, the setting low.
In front of her, she noticed she couldn't see any more trees and instead a meadow was in front of her. She stopped, looking around to see a field of grass with different types of flowers huddling together.
"What a sight." She whispered as she marked a tree with her knife so as to not get lost. Continuing, the cool breeze caused the grass and flowers to sway. If the grass had been dried, the view would have reminded her of her farm. A nice home could be built here with a small barn and animals.
Izuku would have probably liked it, but she wasn't sure if he or Katsuki were fond of animals as they grew up in the city. Her cousin also grew up in the city and he did just fine when staying with her. Speaking of him, she wondered if he was still alive or dead. She didn't like to think so, but every night her mind would come across him.
Shaking the thought off, she ran through the meadow as the open land would give her away. The meadow then ended when her light spotted another set of trees that had her rolling her eyes. The overgrown trees made a noise as she passed by, her speed intensifying as she wanted to get the day over with.
