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The 'all my friends are either dead or flesh-eating zombies, and now it's my job to find a cure' AU Hiro pulled the butt of the gun back steadily, listening intently as the bullet clicked into the chamber before placing it in its holster on his hip. He took a look at his watch and gritted his teeth in annoyance, licking his dry lips as he pulled on a shirt and a pair of his khaki’s. Running a hand through his shaggy black hair, he pulled on his combat boots and laced them up tight, listening to the creaky radio as it attempted to spit out 'Radioactive' by Imagine Dragons. Pulling on his jet black hoodie, he lifted his heavy book bag an