Disclaimer.
They didn't all go to the same high school.
Only few of them knew the others before the apocalypse started.
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Bakugo's pov"Kacchan!"
As I whipped my head towards the scream, I saw Midoriya trying to untangle himself from some barbed wire that he had gotten caught in.
"Kacchan help!" I looked to the left a little and saw a walker headed for him.
"Hang on!" I bolted towards him, hoping to cut the zombie off before it got to him. As I ran, the rotting corpse kept getting closer and closer to him.
Ten feet away.
Six feet.
Two.
Just as it was about to reach Midoriya, I drove a dagger into the side of it's head, making it fall to the ground immediately.
"Kacchan?" I looked down at the panting boy.
"You okay? Need help with that wire?" He gave me a deadpan stare and crossed his arms.
"Noooo, because I'm not tangled in barbed wire. Yes I need help you dimwit!"
I nodded with a snort and crouched down, gently unwrapping the wire from around his legs and ankles. Every now and then he would wince or mutter curses under his breath, but overall stayed calm. I threw the wire to the side and rolled his pant leg up, revealing cuts along with old scars.
"Looks like you got cut up pretty bad, huh? 'Least you didn't struggle too much. That would have made them worse." He reached out and took my hand as I offered to help him up.
"Can you walk, Dumbass?"
"M-maybe. I don't know."
He took a step and winced, but still tried to walk it off, limping with every step. I huffed and walked up behind him, grabbing him by the shoulders and under the knees, picking him up bridal-style.
"Hmp...thanks Kacchan."
"No problem. You really need to be more careful sometimes."
"Yeah, I know." As we walked into the house, Shouji ran over.
"What the hell happened?" I grunted as I sat Midoriya on the couch.
"Fuckin Deku here doesn't know how to watch where he's walking." His pant leg was pulled up by Shouji again as Ojiro walked in with a first aid kit.
"Alcohol and bandages?"
"Yep."
The two worked on his leg as I looked out the window into the field we were in.
We need to be moving soon.
Ojiro groaned as a walker tripped over the cords around the house.
"I got it." He grabbed a knife and opened the door, walking to the sack of flesh.
"Hows your leg?" I turned my attention to the two beside me as they talked.
"It's okay, Shouji. Thanks for patching me up." Shouji gave him a smile. Something we rarely get to see around here.
"Anytime, Mido'."
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"Alright! Let's get some sleep for tonight." Midoriya yawned and nodded, agreeing with Ojiro.
"Mm- night guys"
"Good night, Midoriya." Everyone headed to their rooms and soon enough, the house was silent.
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Fatal Battleground [Completed?]
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