Don't Get Bit (BNHA x Reader Zombie Apocalypse AU)

Day 129:

Todoroki pressed his index finger to his lips, motioning for you to stay quiet before pointing at the two walkers shuffling back and forth in front of the convenience store entrance. Then he pointed at you. You nodded in understanding when he pointed at the three by the windows and then pointed to himself. You'd go left and take care of the two in front of the door while he went right and got the three over there.

...now.

You both shot up from behind the cover of the broken down minivan, you bolting for the door and him running to the windows. Machete in hand, you went for the closest one. It looked to be a woman, maybe a few years older than you, and dressed in a cashier uniform. She'd been turned for quite a while, her right arm hanging on by the tendons. Swinging down, you severed her dangling arm and it fell to the pavement with a wet slap. Your second slash connected with her rotting neck, your swing slowed down by the blade catching on her vertebrae. Yanking it out, you watched as her still gnashing head flopped to the side of her neck like an open book, the remaining flesh unable to hold on and sending the decayed visage tumbling to the ground. Stamping on the skull with your boot, you turned to the other. This one was a man, clearly middle aged and balding and was in a similar state of decay to the woman, if not worse.

You wedged your machete blade sideways into his gaping maw, twisting it 90 degrees in a quick jerk that snapped off his lower jaw at the joint. Angling your blade up, you stabbed through the base of the skull and right into the brain stem, severing the neck on the way there. His body flopped to the ground but his head remained on your blade. You flicked your arm to the side and the head slid off, bouncing once and then splattering on the parking lot.

While you were dispatching those two walkers, Todoroki had unsheathed his katana and rushed at the three by the windows. His movements were graceful and calculated, not stumbling or hesitating for even an instant.

His arm swung in a smooth arch, the blade slicing clean through the first walker's neck. It was so quick that while the severed head went flying, the body remained standing for a second or two before it fell. Still on the follow through, he switched hands and slashed to the left, slicing open the stomach of the second and nicking the leg of the third. A waft of a repulsive and hot stench erupted from the open stomach, the rotting intestines flopping out onto the pavement and causing the walker to topple over and crack its head open on the ground. The third walker was still hobbling towards him, but Todoroki moved quickly, stabbing through its right eye and out the back of its head. As the unmoving corpse collapsed to the ground, he looked at it with disdain and then to his bloodstained sword.

As he walked over to your side, he took out a piece of scrap cloth and quickly wiped down the blade before tossing the ruined fabric onto the ground. "Your kills are always so messy, (Y/N)." He teased, noting the walker blood splattered over the front of your shirt. "Hey! I get the job done, don't I?! And even though you took on three, I still have more kills than you." You smirked, sticking out your tongue at him. "Running over ten of them in a pickup truck doesn't count." "Hey! I killed em, didn't I?" "...yes." "So they're my points!" "Whatever." He said with a small smile, ruffling your hair with his left hand as he reached for the door with his right.

The store had been mostly picked clean, but was surprisingly devoid of walkers. There was the decomposing body of a young man slumped on the floor behind the cash register and Todoroki held out an arm to tell you to wait while he went to get a closer look. He looked like he'd been dead for quite a while, shotgun clutched in his hand caked in dried blood. His brain was splattered on the wall behind him, dried in chunks that plastered bits of his shattered skull against the drywall. "Why would he- oh..." You stopped when Todoroki lifted up the man's arm, showing the trademark indentations left from a walker bite. Your mournful tone shifted to hopefulness when you saw the brown canvas bag next to the man. "He have anything good?" "I'll check. Here. Take the shotgun. Make sure it's empty first though." You nodded, unloading the shotgun and shoving it into your duffel bag. "Holy shit, (Y/N). He's got bandages!" "What?! You're kidding me!" "And they're clean!" "YES!" You cheered, wrapping your arms around him in a giddy embrace. "We've hit the jackpot!"