The city was chaos.

Buildings were run down, cars crashed, fires everywhere, the sounds of gunshots ringing out. The dead walked through the destruction, searching for a new victim. The countryside wasn't much better, fires and destroyed barns and crops due to the city folk raiding them. But that isn't our focus.

No, our focus is on Izuku Midoriya, a quirkless survivor of the apocolypse.

Except, he wasn't sure he counted as a survivor anymore.

He sat in an alleyway, curled up and shivering. Despite all the flames, he felt dead cold. His skin had turned a dull, pale greyish color, allowing for the bruises and burns that littered his skin to stick out more. He scratched at his wrist, desperately trying to get the virus out of his body. It was no use, of course, it had already spread thoughout him. Blood bubbled up from his wrist, an almost brown color. Bags had formed around his eyes, and some patches of skin were lighter than the other ones.

Cold liquid streamed from his eyes, as he gave up on trying to remove it. All he was doing was scratching himself up, and it barely even hurt. "That's it.... My life is over.... I'm a zombie..." He mumbled, still shivering.

Eventually, the cold subsided, and he slowly got used to the new feeling. He felt tired, but far too tired to sleep.

Izuku stood up slowly, his footing unsteady. He would need to get used to being undead.

He peaked his head out of the alleyway, and after a few seconds of darting his eyes around, deemed the area safe enough. Hopefully no one tried to-

Bang!!

In a split second, Izuku saw a tiny blur rushing his way. Next thing he knew, there was a bullet in his arm. Another bang, and a bullet had managed to hit his shoulder. Izuku stared at the wounds, watching his rotted blood spill from the holes. "Oh... huh, I didn't even feel that.." He stuck a finger in one of the bullet holes, trying to pull it out.

He winced as he accidentally pushed it in further, despite not feeling it.

Bang!!

Another gunshot, this time the bullet landed right in his neck. That caused Midoriya some discomfort. He knew that if this person shot him in the head, Midoriya would be double dead. "Hello? Who's doing that..?" He called out. Another shot. His arms moved in front of his head, protecting the one vital point he had. The bullet landed in his side however.

This time, Midoriya could tell where the bullet had come from. He began walking towards the area, getting shot ever few steps. At this rate, all the blood within his partly decayed body would be gone. He mentally told himself that zombies didn't need blood to survive.

He found himself standing in front of a broken car, with two faces inside. A boy with spiky blond hair and red eyes. Another boy with red hair just as spiky, and red eyes. The blond looked familiar...

He felt an electric jolt from behind him, and black splotchs filled his vision. He then figured out who the blond was.

"Kacchan..."

He blacked out.

~O~

Midoriya's eyes fluttered open. Although he wasn't to sure if they really were open, as his vision was met by darkness. He felt suffocated, although he knew he'd be fine in the end. He could hear a voice say, "Are you sure the damned zombie is dead, Dunce Face?" He recognized the voice as Bakugou's.

Another voice said, "yeah, I'm pretty sure!"

He groaned, as the memories of what had happened played through his head.

Either he was in some sort of container, or his eyes weren't working anymore. Considering his situation, neither were good. He began mumbling to himself, trying to think of a way to escape where ever he was.

Bakugou grunted, "nope, the zombie is not dead."

Then, a blinding light flowed into his vision, and Midoriya had to squint before his eyes adjusted. He could now tell that he was in a body bag of some form. Staring down at him was Bakugou, the redhead, and a blond boy with a black lightning bolt design in his hair. He decided to focus on Bakugou.

"Kacchan..? What's going on?" Midoriya asked. His voice sounded a bit slower than it usually was, and his words a bit slushed. Bakugou poked his forehead in response, "tch. Got yourself turned into a zombie, eh Deku?"

Midoryia grunted in response, "That doesn't answer my question..." Bakugou laughed at that, "It's not supposed too."

The other two boys seemed confused by their interaction. "Bakubro, that's a zombie your talking too.." the redhead mumbled. "You... you can call him a childish nickname without getting blown up?!" Midoriya nodded, "Kacchan and I were friends when we were kids... I called him Kacchan back then cus I had a hard time saying his name... Guess it just became a habit."

"Oh shut up Deku..!" Bakugou grumbled. "But, yeah, Deku and I are childhood friends. And it seems like he's still the same old Deku!" Bakugou reached into the bag, ruffling Midoriya's hair. "H-hey!! My hair's messy as it is!!"

"Hell yeah it is!!" Bakugou smirked, "Now, let's get you out of that shitty bag."

"Thanks Kacchan"

~O~

Hey!! Here's the zombie deku story!!!

P.S, there's a reason why Bakugou didn't recognize Midoriya before hand, but I can't tell you that currently..