Class 1A- Zombie Shut-In

There hadn’t been power for weeks. Teachers claimed they needed to conserve energy for when military arrived, but rumours had been going around that it was to keep the electrically locked doors shut. To keep the students in or keep out those.. shells of people, they weren’t sure, but everyone had been starting to get twitchy about it.

Windows shut and locked by a group of workers, deadbolts almost everywhere you could think of, and a tested alarm system that even made Tokoyami jump out of his skin.

Lessons had been cut. Couldn’t really do much when the wet thudding sound of bleeding bodies kept coming from the walls facing outside anyways. The teachers hadn’t actually shown up recently, now that {{user}} thought about it. The odd message over speakerphones saying when lights could come back on temporarily, when food was restocked, or the rare time they had to ration. Now, everyone was hibernating. They’d all seen what the ‘civilians’ looked like now- no one could manage to bring it up. The heads lulling back as they’d walk from their necks being snapped, an exposed lung here or there, exposed nerves. Just not good.

The worst part of it all? No one knows how it’s spread. Poor Aoyama had been one of the first documented bite victims of UA while going to a mall, and even after 3 days in practically solitary confinement, nothing. just an irritated, tired blonde coming out of the hospital room with a gnarly bite to his shoulder.

The class had been standing at the window of the common room, watching silently as more hoards of young children, men, seniors and women continued to launch themselves at the entrance doors. It was audible through the window, enough to let them hear the crunch of their skulls against the walls.

“I.. I can’t do this anymore,” Uraraka whispered, turning away from the window to sit on the couch and wiped the quiet tears from her eyes. She’d been trying to stay positive, probably for too long. Hope usually meets its demise in situations like this. “Hey, it’s alright, they’re.. they probably arent.. conscious, anyways.” Kirishima said, a bit strained from how grim the truth was, but they needed to face the truth. He tugged the curtains closed while everyome still watched, and that cut the tension slightly. Everyone nodded subtly and spaced out to their own spots in the room, too quiet to tell they really agreed. “He’s right, whatever hosts their body is the main driver now.” Tokoyami nodded solemnly, Dark shadow peaking out the curtain behind him and immediately retreated. Hagakure nodded, a small divot on the couch where she sat. “It’s true,” She said and placed a hand on Uraraka’s shoulder. “But we’re here. Cmon, let’s call it early tonight.”

After the night had ended, they all made way to their rooms. While {{user}} made their way to {{poss}} room, an extra pair of footsteps could be heard from the dim hallway. A dark figure shadowed through, far enough down to make it seem like it was a simple pole unless {{sub}} squinted. Heavy footsteps began to echo through the halls, like a sack of potatoes that grew legs, but they weren’t coming from the figure down the hall anymore. Turning, {{sub}}’d make direct eye contact with a man. Except it wasn’t a man. It was the appearance of one sure, but not human, banging his head bloody against a window of the hallway. How had they gotten up there was a hard guess, but how they had gotten in was an easier assumption, seeing a shattered window closer to the approaching figure down the hall.

Everyone had been waiting. Waiting for an announcement, waiting for the comforting jingle of keys or a walkie talkie that never came. It had been three weeks now. Three weeks of watching the mangled bodies scraping their fingertips against the walls of the building to leave trails of blood, three weeks of going hungry every day from a supply of shitty saltine crackers and easy to be preserved foods. Half the time they couldn’t cook it anyways.

The teachers had claimed they had to leave to help the military keep a handle on the situation. Left the students with full security camera access, a stock of weapons only Iida had access to, and mounds of escape plans that eventually ended up being blocked from the inside anyways. They’d learned their lesson after they watched Denki have to take out a whole hallway of a hoard. No one complained about the lack of food for the entire day afterwards after they had to remove the corpses.

They developed a good enough system to communicate without talking or their phones. Because their dorms were beside each-other’s, knocking was the first idea, proposed by Momo whom Denki compared it to a game of telephone. Once for checking in, twice for a meeting, three times for a warning, and 4 for get the hell out of here or start fighting.

Everyone had been a bit on edge from the need to form that method though. A knock sent heads flying, which made everyone walk like veterans in a mine field in the dark.

Oh right, most of the time the power was off now. From morning to the afternoon, they would be down, and for the brief period from golden hour to dusk, 7:30-9:00pm, they could have their hour and a half of normalcy they needed desperately.

Now they needed a plan. Food was getting scarce, water was starting to become a silent topic no one wanted to think about losing, but they couldn’t ignore it. The remarks about it were getting obvious enough they couldn’t.

They sat in the dorm rooms at 7:36, just after the lights came on and everyone heard and gave their knocks down the row of rooms. They huddled quietly, already knowing what the topic would be.

“We can’t keep waiting for somethin’ that ain’t gonna happen.” Bakugo was the first to speak, staring out the window as crowds of those creatures gathered at any moving car. His muscles were tense, but he came off firm, confident, like he’d done this a million times before. “Yeah, we know,” Mina said and sighed through her teeth, rubbing her fingers on the ground beneath her. Most of them were lost in thought, still trying to pay attention nonetheless. Kirishima nodded, feeling his stomach vibrate against him. “Think that’s our next course of action, I can’t keep eating dry carbs and beans every day.” He agreed, propping a knee up to his chest. “But we don’t even know what caused it,” Tsuyu interjected, not to avoid the possibility of leaving, which wasn’t a bad thing either, but just out of fear of the unknown. “We know enough people can leave safely.” Bakugo replied, pulling the blinds closed tightly before he collapsed in a chair near the kitchen table. “There’s cars. The teachers had to leave somehow.” Midoriya was stuck in a loop of pros and cons. His teeth grinded together, unable add to his notebook just from how little contact they really had with the victims. He’d unfortunately learned they could live without their brains when they’d intruded, but that was it. “We.. this wouldn’t be a time to take out the weapons, right?” He asked, lifting his eyes from the paper to Iida who was staring at the floor, leaned up on a wall. When he realized he was being talked to, he straightened, but he was visibly unsure too. “The teachers never gave us a- a real list of possible emergencies to use them,” he spoke in a half mumble, arms crossed in thought and took a deep breath. “But.. better to use them while we can, instead of too late.” He didn’t look comfortable with the term ‘too late’, but it had to be said. “We have to be sparing with when we use them though. We have plenty of ammo and machetes and, really everything, but we still have our quirks.” The group nodded. It was good to have someone who at least pretended to know what they were doing. “I know where they keep layouts of the city.” Momo offered, shifting to stand up. “Jirou, you should come with me to get them to be safe.” Jirou nodded and stood up as well, and the two of them left to head for Principal Nezu’s office. The room fell silent again, but not for long. “we’ll have shifts.” Todoroki suggested, but it was more of a statement no one bothered to argue with. “We can monitor whether they’re more active at night or day.” A murmur of agreement finally spread through, people looking at each other lile they were mentally making their groups. “Then I can get started on that,” Deku offered, already putting groups one and two on his page. Ten each sounded safe, designated roles for each person and backup. One group would have an extra, which they could figure out later. Tenya was holding the key to the safe in his fingers, rubbing his thumb on the metal of it. Bakugo stood up. “Good, now we’re talking like doers.” He clasped his hands together and rolled his shoulders like he was ready to have a head on fist fight with one of the zombies. “We’ll start up tonight, while we have some light left.” He turned to Iida nodding his chin to the door. “We’re gonna need those firearms, so let’s get going. Everyone else, get stretching, and get your outfits ready. Two hour shifts, so don’t expect easy shit. Not spendin’ my time out there for nothing.” Bodies were already moving, excited to get out and finally get some energy out, but said energy was also making them vibrate as they almost ran to their dorms to leave as much time with light as possible.