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Prompt: Zombie apocalypse

The sun's fiery beams of light heated the metallic surface of the small shed, causing the group of survivalists in cased within to pour sweat. One of the only females of the group, Nemuri Kayama, peeped outside of a small hole. She observed the calm surroundings carefully, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention.

"Is it clear, 'Muri?" Hizashi Yamada asked in a hushed tone. After a few moments of rather unbearable, pained silence, the woman nodded. She pried herself away from the hole, gathered her few belongings from the ground, and slowly opened the shed door.

"Quickly and quietly go grab your brother's chair, Tenya. Do not make any loud noises. I'll be right behind you." She pushed the teenager, Tenya Iida, out of the shed. "You guys, get Tensei off that gross ass tarp." She whispered lowly, although, loud enough for the remaining six to receive the command.

Shota Aizawa shuffled his way to the back of the shed where the previously mentioned Tensei Iida was. Following behind him was Hizashi and a young boy with tangled purple hair and tired eyes, Hitoshi Shinso. The three lifted up the bulkier male from the blue warn tarp, a few grunts simultaneously surrounding the room.

"Uraraka," The three began to move forward in perfect sync. The young girl in question shifted her head at the mention of her name. She let out a low "Yes sir" and inched her way closer to them. "Please hold the door open for us." His gruff voice was calm yet full of distraught from lifting another human being.

The brunette, Ochako Uraraka obliged and softly ran over to the tin door and pushed it open. The three made their way hastily as they towed the larger male. They met half way across the lawn with the other two. As they lowered Tensei into the chair, the self proclaimed leader of the group Nemuri, began formulating a plan.

The group of seven had just made their way through a large hoard of walking corpses. They were originally a group of fifteen but the ocean of rotting flesh has split them up. The nightmare fueled event passed over half an hour ago, but they all decided it'd be best to wait a while longer to be safe.

It had officially been seventy-four hours since this hellish reality took place. All they wanted to do was take the class of freshmen out for a nice field trip to the waterpark to celebrate the end of the first semester exams. It was quite a rude awakening for them, especially when they all witnessed one of their classmates get devoured right in front of them. It took a day, but the chaperones all managed to calm their students down.

In the process of managing the teens, accidents happened. One student ended up wandering astray from his own class who was visiting the amusement park rather than the waterpark. Aizawa ended up saving the kid's life and integrating him into the group. Tensei, being one of the chaperones, had gotten into an accident, leaving him unable to walk indefinitely. One other student was badly injured as well, almost breaking his entire arm, but thankfully most of the damage resided in his index finger. It wasn't a breeze trying to travel around the city to find a safe place to take cover in.

Day one consisted of confused and scared teens crying for their mothers. Day two was all about learning how to stop constant bleeding and basic first aid. And the beginning of day three was navigation. The three adults honestly had no clue of what to do. They knew next to nothing of how to reach the rest of their group as their phones died off long ago. The best they could do was continue on until they, hopefully, ran into one of them.

Both Hizashi and Aizawa were surprisingly the most hopeful of the group. Aizawa was keeping a level head dispute his anxious inner feelings, and Hizashi just kept his optimistic composure. The two reassured them all that things would be fine just as long as they stuck together. Tenya walked his brother along, hesitant to leave their old safehouse, but pressed on no matter. Uraraka clinged to the side of her homeroom teacher who she believed would be the strongest of all the males in the group. Shinso carelessly lingered behind with a small handgun at his ready, while Nemuri led them all.