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The life of izuku midoriya had went from mistake to mistake since leaving UA. His quirk, one for all had stopped working once he had killed all for one and unwilling to return to UA he had decided to flee japan in general. 

12th january 2xx0 

Izuku was not stupid, but he was scared, scared of what would happen if he was found considering he was now a murderer. So he decided to take what he could carry in his duffel bag and took off. 

17th febuary 2xx0

Izuku had no clue how nobody had seen him but he was not going to complain. He had somehow, during his joirney managed to get to a airport runway and had ran to the best place he could think of hiding in, one of those planes. Unknown to him however was where it was going.  And while he rested and eventually fell asleep the plane had began its journey to the louisville international airport.

1st march 2xx0

Izuku didnt like lousville it had way too many people in it and had decided to leave as fast as possible. It had taken awhile for him to get to the town of rosewood, and by the time he got there it appeared something bad happened as the town was almost completely empty with the people who were outside acting very odd.

4th march 2xx0

Izuku was terrified, something had happened to the people in this town, possibly a quirk but that didnt matter all he knew was that they werent human anymore.

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He saw someone. Someone that was not one of those.. things but, he also saw what was behind them a horde of those things. They tripped, and oh god they were swarmed torn apart and eaten.

Izuku needed to run, and so he did he ran and ran into the nearest place he could hide in. A nearby house. 

The first thing izuku did was closed all the blinfolds. He heard a banging noise above him, and so he ran, ran into the kitchen looking for anything that could be used as a weapon. A knife, a pan, anything. Until he found it, a frying pan. Izuku slowly began walking upstairs and began slowly opened the door, until he saw one of them. Rotten face, skin falling off the arms and clothes torn. It moved towards him the sounds were terrible so ofcourse he pushed it.and so it fell. And izuku started hitting it and hitting it and hitting it until it made no more sound. 

A noise. A house alarm going off a couple houses away maybe 7 or 8. So ofcourse he hid. Into a closet.

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One of those things broke the window. ONE OF THOSE THINGS WAS IN THE HOUSE.

But that didnt matter, becuaee aslong as it didnt go upstaris izuku was fine.

And it was fine until he heard something. A banging sound.

At a nearby door.

It was upstairs.

Hopefully it was just one.

As izuku slowly grapped the handle to the close door he slowly prepared to swing with his pan as he swang the closet door open and,

IT HIT SOMETHING.

The thing fell over. And izuku ran over to where it was and started bashjng the things head in hoping that it would stop making a noise. 

THE BANGING DIDNT STOP, THERE WAS MORE OF  THEM.

All izuku could think of as he slowly walked down the stairs was how many of them there could be. He didnt see anything, that wasnt right he heard it. He swore he heard it. So ofcourse he went from room to room chrcking for what was no longer human as he noted down a broken window. One he never noticed and therefore did not have its blinds closed.

As he slowly opened the door to the bathroom he was attacked. 

It hurt. IT HURT. IT HURT.

That thing had scratched him god it hurt but that didnt matter as all izuku had to do was get rid of it and quickly.

So ofcourse thats what he did.he bashed its head over and over and over and over untill it stopped. and that was when izuku shifted his attention to the scratch on his hand that was bleeding he hoped that didnt get an infection and he hoped it didnt mean he would become one of them

He needed something to cover the scratch so he started looking for a bandage.

The bathroom was where one was found so izuku rushed to put it over the scratch hoping it didnt spell the end for him.

A distraction was needed so he decided to search throughout the house he was bunkered in. A hammer, some nails, a sceewdriver and weirdly enough a crowbar?

But no matter what izuku did to distract himself IT STILL HURT.

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IT STILL HURT

It had been hours, and the scratch would not go.

Ir shouldve healed by now.

He had worse heal in less time.

Is he infected?

Or is it just an infection?

Izuku hopes it was just an infection

It should hopefully just be an infection.

It was just an infection.

This was still bad and it could kill him, but atleast it wouldnt turn him into one of those zombies.

But he needed something to disinfect his hand an dhe also needs time.

These are things izuku does not have.

Though maybe one of the nearbt hoiuss have some things that could be used.

The streets looked clear from the window izuku was looking from but he could never be sure.

So he looked through a window looking one way of the street nearby.

It was empty.

Where did the zombies go?

He soon found out where they went.

A car had crashed into a building a couple streets away.

It had attracted all of them.

The street was clear.

At least partly and for a time.

So it was time for izuku to loot a nearby house and look for anything that he could use.

The door was unlocked.

And the house was full of loot.

Izuku could not even carry all of it so he reasoned that multiple trips would hvae to be made.

A couple of minuites later all the loot from the house was gathered.

A crowbar (why was that there?)

Tons of canned food

A shotgun (izuku would avoid using that for awhile)

Ammo for the shotgun

A hammer and other tools including a saw

And even a machete (why was that there aswell?)

This could last him a long while.