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Shoto watched the sun rise and smiled. He then looked to the window. The sun rose and Shoto felt light headed. He looked down at his leg, which was bleeding harshly. That's when the bite came back to him. Looking at his hand he realized it was still his normal skin tone. Then he looked up at his eyes through the ice. Still the normal heterochronic eyes. He tore off a piece of his shirt and applied pressure to the wound. There was hydrogen peroxide in his knapsack. He poured it on before hissing in pain. The wound was much deeper then he thought, he grabbed the alcohol in the medical section. Then poured that on, gritting his teeth in pain he let out no sound in fear of getting caught. Waiting for the pain to go away, he reached into the bag and brought out the bandages and applied it on to the wound. The blood soaked through the first two layers and then at the third, you couldn't tell it was bleeding. Sighing, he put his head on the wall and took in shaky breaths. He then made a bit of ice and popped it into his mouth, realizing he forgot a water source. Guess his quirk was much more useful at all. He stood up and grabbed the construction materials and tools and began to get back to work on building his own bunker. The metal was difficult to move as he struggled to pick it up. That's when he saw a group of survivors on the rooftop of the medical hospital. Using his ice, he went to check it out. The people took out their guns and opened fired. Shoto quickly retreated back where he quickly got to work. He worked on his closed off walls, covering them in the metal. The windows were barricaded with wood and metal sheets. He nailed them hard. Often, Shoto would stare off into the distance in hopes of finding his classmates. It was too short for them to come outside, it's only been a day. But it felt like a month. His siblings were out there, he needed to get them back. Gathering up his courage, he loaded the rifle and pistol before sliding down on the ice. The zombies were literally everywhere. He used the building's unstable rooftops to travel and not get caught. He wondered if these zombies were capable of using their quirks, but after the pouncing incident, he realized they most likely could. Every time he landed on the rooftops, he tried to keep his steps quiet. He ran up to the UA gates, it was empty. There was a bunker, he approached it and knocked. Once, twice, three times. No response...

In the bunker

Knock

Knock

Knock

It echoed through the bunker. People froze and turned their attention to the door. No one bothered to move or make a sound, they were all frozen in fear. The knocking stopped. People didn't move their eyes away from the door. After a few minutes of waiting, one of them broke the silence.

"You think... whoever that was is gone?" Kaibara whispered, clinging onto Awase's shirt. Awase quickly gave his classmate a hug before looking at the teachers and pro heroes. Hawks was panicking, walking back and forth.

"Hawks... Keigo you good?" Mic asked him, trying not to startle him.

"It's just about Shoto, I mean... the kid's out there surviving alone." Hawks bit nervously at his nail. Aizawa didn't want to rebreak the news that he might be dead already and be on the hunt to kill them so he remained silent. The sound of a pencil quickly writing on paper was heard and everyone turned to Midoriya who looked up. It was a new journal.

"What is that? Something to write down your little crybaby thoughts?!" Monoma laughed. Midoriya looked away before responding back in a solid voice.

"No. It's a journal to keep track of how long we've been in here for. You have a problem?" They were taken aback by this stern tone of voice. But Midoriya went back to writing as Bakugo silently watched form over his shoulder.

XX-XX-XXXX

It's the second day we've been locked up in the bunker. I already want to go outside and stretch and feel the sun. I want to run on the grass, but this apocalypse is taking control of our lives. We need to stay inside, isolated from family and whoever is out there. I hope my mother is doing well on her own, I don't know how I'll react if she's turned into a zombie and tries to kill me. My main focus right now is on Shoto. Todoroki-kun has been missing since this all started, there is a chance to know he's dead, but I refuse to believe that. Shoto is strong and powerful, this is an all life changer. He could need us right now or the one who just banged on the door. I really just don't want to be here with Monoma. He can be really rude, hopefully he learns to be kinder. But being locked up here with Mineta is worse. He hasn't stopped trying to get the girls since we've entered. I wonder what the world will look like when things go down the wrong way and we have to step outside for more supplies. Momo can't use to much of her quirk to help us, so when that comes about we'll need help. I do hope Todoroki-kun is alive...

- Izuku Midoriya, current owner

Bakugo was taken aback by Deku writing current owner on his journal. But he knew that Deku knew that he may die and he wants someone to continue his journal one day. The smell of cooking food caused everyone to look at Aizawa, who had made a small fire and was making some kind of meal. He passed a small portion out for everyone before extinguishing the flames. They sat in silence and looked at each other, grateful for something.

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