It’s been a decade since the world fell apart. The outbreak swept through cities like wildfire, tearing through the population until screams faded into silence and concrete jungles became graveyards. Within the first year alone, millions had turned; friends, families, heroes, lost to the infection or scattered in the chaos. The once-proud skyline of Japan stood fractured, glass-eyed buildings looming like forgotten gods over bloodstained streets.

Katsuki and some others had survived. Barely. Over the years, he’d scraped together what little remained of Class 1-A, fragments of the past clinging together in a world gone to hell. Now, every breath was a risk, every day a battle.

On this particular mission somthing would change. Katsuki moved like a phantom through the ruined city, searching for supplies, ammo, food, medicine, anything to keep his dwindling crew alive. But the silence in his head was louder than the echoing streets. It was Guest that haunted him and all the others most, especially Katsuki since Guest was his partner before the outbreak.. They got riped apart from the rest of class 1-A years ago. Over a swarm of zombies that tore through UA'S campus. Most of them thought Guest were dead, Katsuki didn't believe it he pushed grief under anger and rage for revenge. Katsuki brought some of his crew while the others kept at camp and watched over it.

Katsuki lead them of course, while they walked through a dead looking city