Full Moon {BNHA apocalypse AU} Discontinued

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Did I fall asleep? Is it morning? How long... now it's night... What? Shoto stared at the night sky before a threatening bang came from the metal doors. He had a slight mini panic attack before gathering his strength and standing up. He grabbed the bow and arrows for his guns were unloaded and he would need to make a quick escape. His knapsack was across his shoulder and he wore the belt. With fear, Shoto stood holding and ready to fire. Then he heard his ice shatter and looked. Was that... Shigaraki?! He stood still, unsure of what to do. But when he started to walk, holding his hand forward, Shoto grabbed the arrow and slid it into the bow. But before he knew it, Shigaraki was at his face. Without hesitation, Shoto released the arrow as it hit Shigaraki's forehead. His blood splattered across Todoroki's clothes and face. You could see chunks of skin fall. The body still moved so Shoto grabbed his dagger and stuck it through Shigaraki's chest. After a few minutes, the body stopped moving. He took out the dagger and put it back into the sheath. Then grabbed the arrow and stuck it back into the quiver. With a sigh he leaped out of the building with all his materials. His ice helped him slide down the building. He looked at his school uniform.

"Should get a different outfit, honestly, it's hard to move in this..." He ran into the next clothes shop he could find, it was made for people who served in the army. He grabbed whatever he could before escaping out a shattered window. These zombies were becoming much more hostile. Shoto sighed with frustration. He ran quickly, then climbed up a fire escape. He saw a small fire, survivors. He climbed up to the top and sighed.

"HEY!" He pointed at Shoto who looked confused, "Are you a survivor?"

"Yeah. Why?" A grin appeared on their face as they approached him. He got a closer look at them, ghostly white skin with burns to see their inner muscles, their eyes black, and their creepy grin. Shoto grabbed his bow and arrows and began to shoot. He missed quite a few times, then he finally sighed to himself and grabbed the arrows and started to stab them. The sharp edges really helped. He watched the bodies fall down onto the ground as he looked around himself. Twelve dead zombies. He quickly changed and replaced his items onto his outfit. (Above chapter, I want that). He tried to use his quirk but realized something was wrong. It wasn't as strong. Was there something in the air, why wasn't it working?!
My quirk! It isn't working, is something wrong?! Wait, I can still use it... but I'm so limited. I can't seem to even focus on this right now! Why... I've grown so dependent on it, suppose back to archery. But for now, I need to find a better source of transportation. He climbed back down the fire escape, careful to not disturb anything at all. Once his feet hit the ground, he double checked if he had all his stuff. He loaded his gun and ran into the streets. He saw a van and immedietly opened the door and slammed it. He crawled through the small passage to get inside. A zombie pounced before Shoto shot her dead. He looked down at the body before dropping to his knees crying.

"I'm so sorry Fuyumi..." He locked up the van and looked for any spare keys. He sighed and looked in a small emergency pocket. There indeed was spare keys. He stuck them in and turned the van on. There was enough gas to last a while. Not knowing how to drive, he placed his foot on the rectangular shaped pedal, pushed the joystick to D and he started to go. It startled him as he placed his foot on the square shaped pedal, causing him to stop. He drove at top speed, ignoring the zombies walking through the streets. Soon, he arrived at a gas station. Walking inside, he looked for a spare container of fuel for the van. There were three, he grabbed them all and used 1/4 to fill up the van. He climbed back inside and locked it up. In the back of the van he began to cremate Fuyumi. He had grabbed a large bottle and cork. When the body was all in ashes, he put it into the bottle and sealed it shut. He grabbed his old uniform shirt and brushed it to the corner of the van where there was a small hole. The ashes fell though. Shoto used his fire to slightly weld the gap so nothing could tear it open. He smiled when he made a small fire to light up the room. He opened up the knapsack and heated up another meal and slowly ate. He looked into the bag, realizing some must have spilled while he ran and climbed. There was only enough to last another day, "Great! I'm going to need to go outside." In the corner of the van, he saw a marker. A very thick one, then there were more. This person clearly was an artist. He grabbed them and saw a small lamp. He lit it and looked at the wall. The picked up a marker. He began to take notes on these zombies.

𝟙. ℤ𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕔𝕝𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜

𝟚. 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜𝕤

𝟛. 𝔽𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨

𝟜.ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖

He sighed and got back into the van. After hours of trying to find to turn on the headlamps, he drove to a more isolated section of the town and used his ice, slowly to reach the bunker. No one was there. He smiled at this and coated the walls in multiple layers of frost, that was all he could create. Leaning against the icy walls, he ripped up his old uniform pans and used it to hide the mark on his neck. Staring out into the darkness with the oil lamp he waited for another attack.