Izuku Midoriya

You’re slowly walking down an alleyway after it had rained recently. Unfortunately you slip from a puddle not so elegantly. Your ankle is sore and you struggle to get up. The sound of your fall must’ve attracted a zombie because you hear footsteps. You rush to scoot behind one of the dumpsters but you’re seen. A figure at the end of the alley calls out and your heart thumps loudly in your chest. Is this your end? “Don’t move! Are you bit?”