Katsuki clutched his machete in one hand, pistol in the other with his back pressed against the wall. He kept his breathing even as he listened to a sick dragging themselves through one of the aisles.

Eijirou slid up beside him, leaning close. "Just one. A Biter. Two bodies in aisle six, one behind the counter."

The blond nodded slowly. "Which aisle is food," he asked, looking out for the Biter.

"Two. Furthest one. We'll have to pass the Biter. Should we kill it?"

Katsuki nodded and holstered his gun. He stepped carefully, not wanting to draw attention to himself despite there only being one sick, which happened to be the slowest. He approached from behind, Eijirou guarding his back. Once swift arch of his machete and he sliced right through the Biter's neck. Body and head dropped to the floor, jaw chomping on air. The blond curled his lip and drove the machete into the skull, yanking it out once it stopped chomping and groaning.

The two survivors were silent still as they made their way to aisle two. Katsuki shrugged off his knapsack and placed what cans of food were left in it, Eijirou doing the same. Fruit cans, cans of fake pasta, beans, vegetables - whatever was there.

Eijirou twisted around and grabbed the waters left from the freezer thar no longer worked.

Once they had all they could carry, the two men shouldered their bags and exited the small building.

They steppes oh-so quietly through the alley and into the street. They avoided anything that could make too much sound, gazes flicking every-which direction.

Eijirou reached forward and tapped Katsuki's arm. "Three biters, nine o'clock."

Katsuki snapped his gaze to the left, spotting the three sick in a rather bright alley. They swayed, one groaning low as another bumped into it. The third had its back turned.

Despite the low probability, that third sick might not be a biter. Katsuki set his jaw and they moved faster. They slowly moved around an empty car, Katsuki glancing to the alley.

A sudden screech, though distant, ripped through the air. Katsuki and Eijirou dropped to their knees, ducking behind the car as the three in the alley they passed moaned.

They began to shuffle out. Another screech and the third one stopped. It raised its head and let out a warbled cry before dropping to all fours and tearing off in the direction of the call.

Katsuki bit his lip.

Eijirou shuddered, breath hitching.

More sick trickled from inside broken buildings and ambled about, steadily making their way towards the call.

"I don't think we can make it," Eijirou breathed out, fingers curling into fists on the cracked asphalt. "Who ever is over there is going to die..."

Katsuki snapped his head back and pressed his hand over Eijirou's mouth. He held it there, peering through the car windows to the slow-moving herd.

It took several minutes, but they were finally far enough away that Katsuki was just comfortable enough to get back up and start moving. He helped Eijirou to his feet and they continued. He still kept quiet and slow the entire hour back, despite the fact that most of the sick in the city were most likely tearing into the flesh of some poor soul on the other side.

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Only once they were inside and the door was locked behind them were Katsuki and Eijirou able to relax.

Hanta took Katsuki's bag, Eijirou handing his to Shouta.

"Good work, you two," the older man praised with a yawn, searching through the bags. "We can definitely try making this last... Still no seeds..?"

Katsuki shook his head. "No sir. No seeds and I doubt the seeds in the can of orange slices are any damn good."

Shouta sighed and nodded, hair tied back in a bun.

The young blond then pursed his lips. "Is Denki's fever down, yet..? We grabbed what little medicine we could find, but none of it will help him... All we could find was for stomach aches and shit."

"Well, his fever is down, but it hasn't broken. The good news is that the infection is noticeably healing. No puss today," Shouta answered as he sat down.

Katsuki sighed and nodded. "I'm gonna go see him."

The older just waved and Katsuki didn't spare another word as he left the commons room.

When everything hit the fan, most surviving students stayed in the college. Some ventured out to find family and other loved ones. Some didn't agree with the system put in place and left. Those that stayed were sheltering with two teachers - Shouta Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada.

Everyone holed up in one of the dorm buildings, it being clear of the sick and having plenty of beds as well as food and first aid supplies. Those supplies dwindled quick. The first few weeks, the runs were just to the other dorms and the medicinal building as well as the cafeteria. The last place raided was the concession stand beside the gym.

Once that food ran out, medicine holding strong, they had to start venturing out into the city. That's when they started losing people.

Now it's the two teachers, Hizashi and Shouta, Katsuki who is seen as a sort of Second-in-command, with his right-hand man, Eijirou. Denki, they learned, was a great shot and could hear the sick before anyone else, despite his terrible attention span. Hanta was their main look-out, Mina in charge of stock. Shouto Todoroki was a fellow med student Katsuki hadn't spoke to much before the sickness. He aimed to be a general surgeon and his father was a pushy S.O.B. so he knew just as much - if not more - medical jargon than Katsuki. He's the one making sure Denki doesn't die.

Then Kyoka Jirou. Mean with a baseball bat and always chewing on gum. Definitely has the best taste in music. Tenya Iida, majoring in business, ran a tight ship and sought perfection. Great upper-cut and you don't want to mess with him when he's got a baseball bat. Ochako Uraraka, Tenya's bubbly girlfriend that can hand your ass back to you on a silver platter and then some - weapon or no. Tsuyu Asui, another good look-out. Literally saved Eijirou's ass from drowning and they brought her back to the dorms with them. Hitoshi Shinsou never slept, yet always had a sharp mind. He helped Tenya plan runs and was good with a blade. He also made a device rather early on that mimicked the Screechers. Katsuki hated it, thought it was useless - until a group of dickbags jumped them while on a run for supplies.

Katsuki never questioned Hitoshi again.

Momo Yaoyorozu, absolute genius and far braver than Katsuki had originally given her credit for. While timid around guns, she's undefeated with a metal staff Hitoshi assisted with creating. Toru Hagakure came in to the group rather late - ten months after the sickness - and aided in runs and weapon collection. Katsuki's pretty sure she's psychotic.

Don't forget Fumikage Tokoyami and Mezo Shoji. Both are the only ones willing to brave an overnight run for supplies. Mezo is a powerhouse, able to make anything in his vicinity a weapon in need be. Fumikage is great with animals and fights quick, knives his weapon of choice. He's the only one that has knifed a runner.

Big group, especially considering the circumstances.

And big groups funnel through supplies, fast. There has to be a run at the very least, once every week to keep up with the supply flow. However, there's less and less to gather, have to keep going farther out, and soon, they're going to have to amp up the amount of runs.

Especially since Denki needs medication they don't have and the hospital is far too dangerous to enter. The pharmacies had all been raided at the beginning. Stupid drug addicts, slash, damn people being smart and getting medication that may help them in the long run.

Denki breathed deeply and turned his head as the door opened, cracking a smile. "Hey, my favorite beefcake," he sang, voice cracking.

Katsuki huffed and rolled his eyes, pulling up the nearby chair. "Stuff it. Where's half 'n' half?"

"Checking the medicine again," Denki hummed, shifting slightly. He winced and reached for his shoulder.

"Fuckin' moron, don't agitate it. You already got it infected." Katsuki reached over and swatted his hand away.

The younger pouted, but let his hand drop. "So mean... You're so mean to me..."

Katsuki just rolled his eyes and slouched back into the chair, arms folded. "You should have dropped with me instead of stood in the way, then."

Denki grinned. "Sorry. I'll be better at saving your ass next time."

The older snorted, but smiled all the same. "You better be. Your blood ruined my favorite fucking shirt. If I'm wearing my favorite jacket next time, I'm leaving you."

"Ouch," Denki chuckled, closing his eyes, "but fair. I recall ruining your sneakers, too."

"Yeah. You were lucky those were just my second favorite pair of shoes." Katsuki looked out the window to the setting sun, voice soft as he teased his friend.

Both stayed quiet for a while until the door creaked open.

Katsuki glanced over his shoulder, grunting in greeting as his gaze met with heterochromtic eyes.

"Oh, Katsuki. I didn't even realize you and Eijirou returned." Shouto approached, voice as monotone as ever. He adjusted the supplies in his hands. "I just need to change his bandages."

Katsuki nodded and moved out of the way.

Denki whined, waving at him as Shouto sat on the edge of the bed. "No, no," he protested lamely as Shouto undressed the wound. "Don't let Katsuki see! It's so ugly."

"Well, I have to put up with your ugly mug. Don't see why a bullet wound is any different."

The younger pouted. "Shouto, he's so mean..."

Shouto just hummed in amusement as he changed the bandaging.

Katsuki frowned as he looked to the wound. Still ugly and gross, but Shouta was right. The infection is going away and he's finally healing properly.

"Now, I don't want to get your hopes up," Shouto started, taping down the gauze, "but I believe your fever may break finally overnight. You've gone down considerably and you aren't so delirious."

Denki gave a thumbs up and a bright grin. "Then I can go out on a run, right?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely not, dunce!" Katsuki hissed, foot on the edge of the mattress in a threat. "Heal all the way first."

"Katsuki is right, Denki. You aren't any use dead or sick." Shouto finished, packing up the unused supplies.

The young blond just hummed happily, tugging his blanket up. "Alright, alright. I suppose I'll be a good patient just a while longer."

Katsuki rolled his eyes and shook his head, a slight smile quirking up Shouto's lip. Katsuki stood and patted Denki's hair. "Sleep," he muttered, earning a small smile before he followed Shouto out of the room, closing the door.

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1848 words

Just big bro Bakugou and a slight intro to other characters. It took a while to figure out who all I wanted in the group and how big i wanted it to be. Well, the list was bigger than I wanted, but I also didn't want to disregard so many characters.

So, we just have a bigass survivor group holed up in a dormitory.