Day 7, 7:35 AM

Hosu Civilian Shelter

"Things will be okay," Masashi tries to assure everyone. "The heroes will take care of everything."

At the Hosu Civilian Shelter, one week into the outbreak, people sit in a bunker-like room. There's plenty of space to occupy about three hundred people but to Masashi's estimate, there's only about one hundred. Maybe two hundred; he just wasn't inclined to count once again. Heading over to the kitchen area, he sees several people using their quirks to help whip up food and water for everyone. The Hosu Civilian Shelter's cafeteria was running out of food, fast, mostly because these people didn't understand the concept of rationing. Some of the children in the room refuse to eat because they don't like the taste. Much to the parents' horror, they had to force food and water down their throats to get them to eat. Masashi moves around the room, checking in with everyone he can. Mostly, the civilians were sitting by themselves, reading books, sleeping, or just chatting.

Looking down at his watch, he realizes it's still early in the morning and that he should catch up on some sleep.

Waking up a few hours later, he notices someone standing over him. Someone with black hair and a five o'clock shadow.

"Rintaro, what's going on?" Masashi stands up. He looks at his reflection in his wristwatch and sees his dark brown unkempt hair in a bad bedhead style.

"We're running low on food and supplies. Especially medicine." Rintato leans forward. "We need medicine because some people here have diabetes."

"Don't worry, this will all be over soon," he assures him. "It's been a week but I think the pros are doing everything they can to contain the outbreak. Just a few more days and we'll be back home in our nice soft beds."

"We can't take that risk," Rintaro argues, "we have to go outside the bunker and get more medicine."

"How is the medicine going out already?"

"Some of these bastards with us are drug users."

"The heroes shouldn't have let them in then. Listen, just keep an eye on the drug users and then we'll separate them from the medicine we still have."

"We got maybe two day's worth of medicine left. People with diabetes need more insulin. Only two days' worth of insulin isn't going to cut it for those people."

"We'll figure something out."

"But what?"

Masashi glares at him. "Stop asking me questions, goddamn it. For the love of fucking god, I didn't ask to be in charge. I didn't ask to lead all these people. Do you know how stressful it is having the lives of a hundred people in your hands? Why don't you help take on some of the responsibility, Rintaro."

"I'm not fit to be a leader."

"I don't like being a leader but you sure don't have a problem complaining to me about being a leader." Masashi shakes his head and turns away. "I'll figure something out; just stay away from me so I can have some time to think."

Rintaro nods hesitantly before turning away and reuniting with two guys he met in the bunker, Taishi and Shinsanpei.

9:38 AM

Masashi stands above a podium in the bunker holding a pair of cymbals from a drum set one of the survivors found in the back of the bunker.

"Excuse me?" He claps the cymbals together four times, getting everyone's attention. "Hey everyone, I need your undivided attention for just a few minutes." He hands the cymbals to Rintaro. "Okay uh." He claps his hands together, biting his lip nervously. "So, I know that living conditions haven't been ideal for the past week because... well, for obvious reasons. But... uh... I... uh..."

He sweats hard seeing all those hundred pairs of eyes staring at him with varying expressions. He breathes heavily before closing his eyes. He wipes the sweat off his forehead before taking a deep breath.

"We need to hold on a little longer to hope." His breath hitches. "The heroes... they will save us. It's their job to save us. We just need to hold onto hope a little while longer. We just need to... just don't give up." He looks around the room, seeing everyone staring at him intensely. "The pros will be here any day now. Until then, we have to focus on taking care of ourselves. We need to figure out ways to take care of ourselves just in case. From now on, we can't stop eating whatever we want; we need to start rationing. We need to stop using medicine for recreational purposes. And the drug users, if you don't stop stealing the drugs, there will be consequences. And as much as I don't want to do this, sooner or later, we're going to have to go outside the bunker."

The crowd murmurs anxiously.

"I know what you guys may be thinking: 'I want to stay inside the bunker. This nice, safe, soft, cushy bunker. But someone's got to go outside the bunker. In case the pros don't arrive, then we need to be prepared."

"The pros will save us!" someone shouts.

"They won't let us down!" another yells.

"It's true; they won't let us down but we need contingencies just in case," Masashi agrees. "We can't afford to become complacent. As much as I don't want to think about it, it might take a little while longer for the pros to save us. They're no All Might so we can't expect them to be perfect."

"If they were real heroes, then they would've saved us," Rintaro yells. "Fuck those bitches!"

"No, we can't lose hope. Not yet. This is not a zombie apocalypse story; this is just a temporary catastrophic disaster," Masashi argues.

It has to be, he thinks.

Day 12, 10:32

The day when they open the doors for the second time, it isn't to go out for another successful supply run. No, it was to open the doors to let in the pro heroes known as Manual and Native. Manual comes into the bunker, carrying Native with his arm over his shoulder.

Masashi runs to the pros and gasps. He pauses ten feet away from the pros and notes their stained appearance. Masahsi gulps, sweating hard before looking at the pros.

"Manual, Native, it's you." He smiles. "Oh thank god. We're saved. You did it; the crisis is over." His smiles widen as he laughs. He turns to the crowd behind him. "See, I told you everything would be alright; the pros killed all the zombies. We're saved!"

"No," Manual suddenly says, "it's not over. We... we couldn't contain the outbreak."

Masashi's smile vanishes. "What are you saying? Why are..."

"We're so sorry; we needed to stop to take a break. We needed... we needed to take a moment to catch our breath."

"What? You didn't stop the outbreak!"

"They were too many," Native argues. "We barely made it out ourselves. We had to fall back."

"Fall back? You're heroes! Heroes aren't supposed to fall back!"

"We got overrun," Manual tries to convince. "There were too many zombies; we lost too many of our teammates. Hosu City is gone."

"No, it's not gone!" Masashi suddenly yells. "You guys can still save the city! Please, please for the love of god, go back out there and save our city! Aren't you supposed to do that as a hero!"

"It's gone!" Manual shouts. "I'm sorry but Hosu City is gone."

Masashi gasps, flinching as his eyes widen. He clenches his fists, suddenly remembering the revolver in the back of his pants he took off a dead cop. His fingers twitch.

"How could you?" Masashi glares at the pros. "You're supposed to be heroes. You're supposed to have our back. When we're down, you're supposed to pick us up. When we're crying, you're supposed to comfort us. We've been trapped in this bunker for almost two weeks... we lost people. People died right beside in this bunker. We've been trapped here, waiting for a pro to save us..."

"It's lost; the city is lost," Manual continues to argue. "There is nothing we can do to save it."

"We barely escaped ourselves," Native adds. "Please, just let us seek sanctuary. There is nothing we can do and there's nowhere else for us to go and-"

"Wait, are you kidding me?" Masashi asks, his voice suddenly lowering in volume. "You know how things got this bad?! You losers failed and turned Japan into a lawless country. And now that you've screwed everything up, you want us to give the sanctuary made for us civilians to you pros?" His lip trembles. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ABOUT?!"

"Yeah, he's right!" someone shouts.

"You failed us! You don't deserve this sanctuary!" another goes.

"Stay the FUCK out of our bunker!"

"You don't deserve this bunker! You failed us!"

"You're not real heroes! You fucking fakes!"

"YOU CALL YOURSELVES HEROES!" the crowd yells at the two pros.

Manual and Native stare at the angry crowd, gasping in horror as they take a step back. They sweat hard as their eyes dart around the room, landing on each civilian showing hostile intent, which is all of them.

Masashi takes out his revolver and draws at the heroes.

Instinctively, Manual charges for Masashi and grabs his hand with the gun. The two of them wrestle for the gun with the gun aiming in multiple directions. The crowd yelps in surprise and fear as the two wrestle for the gun, backing away.

"Let go!" Masashi demands. "This is my gun!"

"Drop the gun!" Manual orders. "Drop the gun!"

The two men struggle for a few seconds with Masashi scratching Manual's neck and drawing blood when-

BANG!

Masashi gasps, a pool of blood forming on the upper left part of the center of his back. Masashi falls to his knees before tumbling to the ground, landing on his side with his eyes wide and a bullet wound in his heart area.

With the crowd's silence, only one person dares to move forward.

"Masashi!" Rintaro kneels by his side before lifting his head and letting it rest in his lap. "Hey, listen to me. Hey, can you hear my voice?"

He strokes Masashi's hair before gasping softly. Putting his ear to his mouth, he clenches his jaw while making an angry face. He looks up at Manual, who has the revolver in his hand but is too shocked to point it at anyone.

"You killed him," Rintaro whispers. "HE KILLED HIM!"

The first civilian rushes Manual and tackles him against the wall. A second civilian joins him. A third follows. Subsequently, a fourth one. Then they came in groups of two, then three, and finally, five.

Native turns and tries to make a run for it but the civilians close the bunker doors and trap him inside. Three groups of ten civilians surround him and take turns tearing at his flesh like barbarians.

Manual fights back against the crowd. The opportunity to use the gun is long gone, even if he wants to use the gun. A civilian steals the gun from his hand and tosses to Rintaro.

Rintaro doesn't bother catching the gun as he spots an even better weapon at his disposal.

Blood.

Rintaro looks at Manul and sees the scratch marks Masashi left on his neck. Rintaro turns back to the blood on Masashi's fingertips and brings them to his mouth. He licks the blood off his fingers.

Manual gives a bloodcurdling scream in terror rather than pain as his eyes go milky white. He sinks to his bottom against the wall as the civilians continue beating him to death but that's the farthest thing on his mind as night terrors flood every inch of his vision.

Rintaro Matsuraba. Quirk: Nightmare Cells A. By ingesting someone's blood, he can force that person to hallucinate their worst nightmares imaginable. However, it only works on people with type A blood.

Day 212, 9:06 AM

Hosu City

With Deku

"They got Koda," Deku gasps as he approaches the sole TV in the rundown apartment. Maybe it was a quirk, or maybe the apartment had power; either way, the Bystanders got their message out about torturing Koda and having a time limit. "They're torturing him," he gasps with horror. "Oh my god." He turns to Uraraka. "We have to get him out of here."

"But how are we going to get to the hospital?" Uraraka asks. "There are too many zombies on the street. And there's a beast in the horde."

"Not to mention that the one with the most versatile quirk is unconscious," Shinsou points out.

"And we're separated from everyone else," Hatsume goes next.

The conscious students turn to the unconscious Bakugou on the couch. They managed to stop the bleeding but the boy was still not awake.

"We can't afford to waste too much time." Deku turns to the TV and sees the video being played in a loop. Already knowing what this Anaemia guy is going to say, he turns to his teammates. "What do we do?"

"Should we listen to this guy and do what he says or should we ignore him?" Shinsou asks. "On one hand, Koda is at their mercy. On the other hand, there's no guarantee that they'll hand over Koda."

"But we can't take that risk." Deku clenches his chin. "It should be a simple thing; all we gotta do is lure all the zombies out of the city."

"And how are we supposed to do that?" Uraraka stands up. "How are we going to lure all the zombies out of the city when we're trapped by a horde outside? And how are we supposed to get the zombies to follow us?"

Deku shakes his head. "I'm thinking. I'm thinking of something. I need time to think." He rubs his forehead. "Just give me a second."

"I say we lure the zombies out," Hatsume suggests. "Fewer zombies in the city make it easier for us to move. Koda's life is on the line and with a time limit added into the mix;"

"We can't afford to take too many risks." Shinsou sighs heavily. "If we're taking a vote, I vote to do both: lure the zombies away and get to the hospital."

"We could divide our numbers but there's five of us," Uraraka points out. "And one of us is unconscious. It's going to be difficult to split up because on one hand, whoever leads the zombies away will have a handicap dragging the unconscious Bakuogu. The same goes for him being taken through the city."

"We could use your quirk as a makeshift gurney," Hatsume says, "then again, that might attract zombies in our direction when you're trying to lure them away."

"We've tried to wake him up but he won't wake up." Uraraka heads over to Bakugou and checks his pulse. "That gunshot wound to his shoulder really did a number on him. I did what I could to his gunshot wound. Let's just hope he doesn't get an infection and let's hope he wakes up soon."

"We're going to lead the zombies out of the city," Deku declares. "And I think I have an idea as to how."

"And what about us?" Shinsou asks. "In case you hadn't noticed, our quirks are about as useful as a broken compass against zombies."

"Let's hear the plan first."

Deku looks at the group. "There's a horde of zombies out there, two beasts included, but there is something Anaemia said in the message: they cut off all entrances so that no more zombies could get inside. If zombies can't get in, then how can they get out? I suspect they want us to spend the next twelve hours killing every zombie in the city. That's not going to happen so I have a plan." He looks at Uraraka. "Uraraka, when we first got into the city, the inside of Hosu City was blocked off from the outside world with a gate made of cars. While the regular zombies won't be able to break through, the beasts will." His eyes flare up as an idea crosses his mind. He mentally files it away for later use. "We're going to use the cars to make an opening out of the city. Uraraka, you'll use your quirk to float you and me over to the perimeter and then you'll float some cars out of the way. Once that is done, we'll climb on a floating car and ascend into the air. I'll create a fireball and use it to attract zombies. Very slowly, we'll float away on the weightless car at a speed that the zombies won't lose sight of us. To make sure they don't stop following us, I'll continue to create fireballs as motivations. And then once we're a good distance away from the zombies, we'll float back. It may not be possible but I think it would be better if we kept the two beasts inside the city rather than lead them out because once we float the cars back into place on the opening we made, chances are, the brainiacs in the crowd will have the beasts break through the barrier. The reverse is also true with the brainiacs controlling the beasts to destroy the barrier from the inside."

Uraraka nods. "So, how do we separate the beasts from the horde?" Uraraka rushes to the window. Taking a brief look, she turns back. "I see only one beast out there."

"There are two beasts," Shinsou remembers. "But if there's only one beast out there, shouldn't that make things easier?"

"It's a good thing they're separated because that means we can take them down easily. Right, Deku?"

"I don't know how to kill a beast."

"Okay," Hatsume begins, "if the person in first place and the girl with red hair is luring the zombies away, who is luring the beast in the crowd away?" She smiles. "Boy with he bags under his eye is pretty useless so he's better staying here with Bakugou. Maybe, a certain super-smart engineer will do the trick with the beast?"

"I don't have red hair," Uraraka claims.

"It's got some red in it."

"Yes, it's auburn but it's not red hair."

"~Reddish-brown~" Hatsume sings. "As I was saying..." She pulls off her backpack before pulling several parts out.

Deku and Uraraka gasp. They recognize the mechanical parts from the sports festival.

"Is that your jetpack?" Deku steps forward. "You brought the parts for your jetpack?" He smiles. "That's awesome."

"Yep. With Mama's little baby, she'll be able to fly high above the sky and over the heads of beasts. Unfortunately, it is low on gas so I won't be able to stall for too long. I'll separate the beast from the horde and get its attention. After that, once you guys clear out the zombie horde, I'll hide from the beast."

"And then you'll meet back here."

"Doesn't this seem too risky?" Uraraka asks. "What if your jetpacks break down?"

"I trust my baby in keeping Mama safe." Hatsume turns to the window. "Besides, my babies were designed to save people, and if it means indirectly saving my friend then so be it."

"So, it looks like the only reason I came on this mission was to act as a babysitter," Shinsou groans. "Then again, I'm glad I'm not being put in danger."

"Just be careful out there, Hatsume," Deku begs, "after Sato died, we don't want anyone else dying."

"Don't worry; the Mei-Mei can take care of herself," the pink-haired engineer smiles. "Alright then, let's get started, shall we."

9:30 AM

The hunter beast - or Katsuya beast, whichever name sounds better - stumbles through the horde of zombies. At ten feet tall, he towers over all of them easily but it's not the height he's worried about; it's the disappearance of survivors. There were survivors here earlier but now they're not. Where are they?

Maybe he should've been paying more attention when he blindly followed the leader's orders to knock all the cars away. The scent of survivors, the sweet lovely smell of blood, is long gone but the beast is sure that there will be other opportunities to smell the blood of the living before crushing them. Maybe literally, he's not too tempted but he can be if he chooses to be.

"Hello, barbequed beast!"

The hunter beast pauses suddenly and looks to its right. Standing, or rather floating above the ground like a fairy, was a survivor with pink hair. The beast tilts its head before sprinting after the survivor at lightning speed.

"Oh shit!" Hatsume presses a button and sends the jetpack flying in the air, just barely out of the beast's reach. The beast growls before looking around for a weapon. Finding a dumpster, he lifts it up high above his head like the Hulk lifting a tank and throws it at her.

Hatsume, in a trance at seeing the beast using its full strength, briefly forgets that she is about to be crushed by the dumpster before flying away.

"Oh come on, my mom has better aim than you!" Hatsume yells. "And she's dead." She floats down just barely out of the beast's reach and begins leading him down the alleyway and away from the zombies. In the corner of her eyes, she sees the zombie horde moving in the opposite direction, paying no attention to the beast.

With Deku

Floating above the ground on a weightless car, Uraraka does what she can to not upchuck the food she ate this morning before arriving. Deku holds his hand high above his head as he makes a fireball the size of a medicine ball dance above him. The car slowly floats backward and away from the zombie horde at a snail's pace to make sure the horde doesn't lose sight or interest in them. They're about twenty feet above the ground, which was plenty to see the hundreds, maybe thousands of zombies slowly limping and jogging for them.

Deku's hand twitches. The fireball dies down when he looks at his right hand. His eyes widen. Steam was coming off his flesh.

"What's wrong, Deku?"

"My flesh is burning." He winces again after feeling it sizzle. "The fire is burning my skin."

"What? How can you be burned by your own flames?"

"How can you feel nauseous using your own quirk?" he shoots back. He takes out another match from his matchbook and strikes a flame. After making the flame jump from the match and above his hand, he winces, this time, his skin turning bright red. He closes his hand, canceling the flame, and gasps. "I'm burning. My flames are burning me."

"Then stop," Uraraka urges. "We'll be fine; I'll just keep using my quirk to make things float." Urarak reaches into her pockets and pulls out a few coins. "I can make these coins float."

"No." Deku strikes another match and creates another fireball in his hand, expanding it until he gets it to the size of a medicine ball once again.

"Deku, what are you doing?"

"We can't risk it; we have to make sure we draw all the zombies outside of Hosu." He looks forward. The zombie horde continued to flood through the opening in the perimeter they made, which was perfect. Deku looks over his shoulder to see more of Hosu City.

Anaemia said we have to get all of the zombies out of Hosu City but I'm sure his message was 'get all of the zombies out of the part of Hosu City they made home.' Get all of the zombies outside of the perimeter.

There was no forest for them to retreat to and hide, only more of the bigger part of Hosu City, the territory the Bystanders did not occupy, the unpredictable dangerous territory filled with more zombies.

If Uraraka gets sick and is forced to cancel out her quirk, then we're in big trouble once we land in the zombie territory of Hosu City.

With Street Rat

Seeing the message on one of the billboards, Street Rat knew things were going to get interesting. Now that the UA bastards were forcing the zombies outside the city, he would have more leeway to move around. Those bastards killed Potshot so now, they had to pay. The rescue team came to get him but by that time, Street Rat was already conscious. Their goal was to close off the entrance they made earlier for the UA brats. Once that was accomplished, they offered him a ride back but he declined.

They're needed elsewhere in case other of our friends are in trouble.

With the rescue team leaving him behind, Street Rat makes a run for it, cutting through some alleyways, and taking the route he predicted the UA brats took. When he gets to the car graveyard from earlier, he finds Sky High's body. Well, he assumed it was Sky High's body; he couldn't tell what a mess his body was. He stuck to the alleyway to avoid running into any stray zombies in the street. Running through the alleyways, he runs past a garage with a window in the front. Pausing after catching something in the corner of his eye, he waddles back and sees the dirtbike that the UA bastard named Kaminari was riding earlier.

"Perfect." Opening the garage door, he heads inside and retrieves the bike. "Let's see how rusty I am."

Starting up the bike, he rides off through the alleyway, riding in the direction of the hospital.

With Hatsume

"Come on, beasty boy!" Hatsume goads. "What's wrong? You can't squash a single fly!"

The beast growls softly, clenching its fists as he stares up at the floating survivor.

As Hatsume continues flying just out of the beast's reach, her jetpack sputters a bit. She gasps, looking over her shoulder to check the damage. Low on fuel.

The beast tilts his head curiously before narrowing its eyes. The hunter beast removes a manhole cover from the ground and throws it like a frisbee at Hatsume.

Hatsume barely has a moment to react when she flies headfirst through a window on the top floor of a five-story building. The manhole cover flies into the sky, disappearing but the beast remains focused. The beast digs its fingers into the wall and begins climbing upward, scaling the wall like an angry Spider-Man. Leaping up the wall, aiming for the window the pink-haired survivor crashed through, he growls softly once more as he closes in on the window. Only a few meters away from taking a look-see through the window, he pauses.

vroom...

Surely, that couldn't be his imagination but whatever it was, it was enough to make the beast pause in its tracks.

Vroom.

There it was again, that painfully familiar sound coming from behind him in the distance.

Vroom.

The hunter beast's eyes widen. It was that bastard that kept on escaping him! That blonde-haired bastard with the motorcycle! He was here!

The hunter beast leaps from the building, landing at the bottom, leaving an impact crater behind, and sprints in the direction of the dirt bike.

Hatsume gasps suddenly as she lies in the middle of the floor of this office building. The beast she was trying to distract from the horde was now leaping off the side of the building. Hatsume moves over to the building to see it running in the opposite direction, away from the building and more importantly, away from the horde.

What's going on? she asks herself. Did... did he detect some kind of quirk or something?

Hatsume isn't going to complain, especially since her jetpack is now out of fuel.

Looks like it's not my time to die yet.

With Kaminari

Opening the dumpster lid slightly, Kaminari takes a peek out. Good, the zombie horde is clearing out. The live message on the billboard asked for the zombie horde to be cleared out of the Bystanders' territory and it looked like some survivors were following through on that deal.

It has to be Deku, Kaminari realizes. If he's luring the zombies away, it means we have a better chance of getting Koda back. With the streets clear, we have more room to move around. Good.

Vroom...

What? What's that sound?

Vroom.

Kaminari's eyes widen. My bike!

Lifting the dumpster lid suddenly, he looks to his right down the alleyway, spotting nothing. Looking to his left, he sees a familiar figure coming down the alleyway, riding his dirtbike.

Street Rat.

Kaminari growls and is ready to attack the son of a bitch for riding his dirtbike. With Street Rat no more than thirty meters away and closing in, he closes the dumpster lid, preparing to ambush him when he rides down his path when-

The hunter beast suddenly materializes from behind a brick wall and grabs Street Rat with one hand as he passes him. He lifts Street Rat by the face and lifts him off the bike entirely, making the dirt bike crash into Kaminari's dumpster.

Kaminari gasps. Oh no, it's Katsuya!

The hunter beast has its back turned to Kamianri as he lifts Street Rat above the ground, meaning he hasn't spotted him. Kaminari quickly but quietly closes the dumpster lid. He turns to the other survivors in the dumpster and shushes them. Looking through the cracks between the dumpster and the lid, he spots the hunter beast continuing to hold Street Rat up by the face with one hand.

The hunter beast stares at the prey in his hand, tilting its head curiously. Huh, it looks like this human wasn't the one human that kept escaping him. No blonde hair, no black lighting mark on the hair, and no black jacket.

The hunter beast growls before crushing the screaming survivor's head in their hands with ease. A dead end on the hunter beast hunting Kaminari. The beast drops his body before walking away.

Kaminari watches the hunter beast vanish and waits a few minutes. After about ten minutes pass, Kaminari finally opens the dumpster lid and climbs out with the other survivors in tow.

"What was that all about?" King Dragon asks. He looks down at his feet, groaning in disgust. Hiding in a dumpster with no shoes on was the last thing he wanted and he was sure it was the last thing anyone wanted. Sure, it may have been empty of trash but the stains on the insides of the dumpster were still there.

Everyone else groans in disgust as they climb out of the dumpster. They have no stains on their body but the smell... the smell was something else. Like, smelling old, rotting eggs.

"Looks like the beast hasn't forgotten about you," Jirou snarks.

Kaminari picks up his dirt bike. "I told you; that thing is stalking me." He holds his dirtbike up but does not climb on it yet. "We gotta get out of here."

"If Deku is leading the zombie horde away, that means it is easier to use the bike, right?" Mineta asks.

"The second I start this bike up, the hunter beast might pick up our trail," Kaminari argues. "Let's at least get a mile or two out of his hearing range." He begins pushing the bike forward.

"Hey, if we have the bike, we can get to the hospital faster," Kuroiro realizes. "Right?"

"Right," Kaminari nods. "But we can't use our quirks, otherwise, we risk attracting the hunter beast. Plus, my bike can only carry two people without using quirks. Even if we manage to squeeze a third person in the very back, I won't be able to go as fast and it'll be hard to maneuver."

Kaminari pushes the bike forward, Jirou going on the other side to help him.

"So what's the plan?" Komori asks. "Are we going to walk there or..."

"They should drive there," Mineta suggests. "We got to save Koda fast, guys. The deal from the Bystanders was once we clear the zombies out of Hosu, we get Koda back but who knows if they'll follow through on their deal."

"They hate heroes that aren't All Might," King Dragon points out. "Chances are, it'll be a trap. My idea: sneak in, get Koda, sneak out. If you have a chance to zoom to the hospital, then I would take it."

"Two of us against fifty or sixty guys?" Kaminari asks. "It's suicide."

"You can fry them with your indiscriminate shock, right?"

"Yeah, but I'm only good for two hits. At the sports festival, I managed to unleash 1.3 million volts without going completely dumb. Ever since then, I've been focusing on enduring 1.3 million volts of electrical discharge. I can discharge 1.3 million volts once without feeling the effects but doing so immediately after and I'm dumb. I discharge 2 million volts, I go immediately dumb."

"We can't waste too much time planning; we need to come up with an idea and fast," Kuroiro says. "I say we let Dummy-nari and Ear-ou ride all the way to the hospital and wait for us. They can scope out the place and come up with a plan for us when we get there." He turns to King Dragon. "How far away is the hospital."

"Ten minutes by bike," he answers.

"So thirty minutes for us to walk," Mineta groans.

"It's better than nothing," Jirou says. "We'll get to the hospital and scope the place out. If it's safe, we'll go in without you. If not, we'll wait."

"If you have a chance to save Koda, take it," Mineta begs. "He's our friend."

"Don't worry," Kaminari smiles. "You can count on us."

After walking for about twenty minutes, Kaminari climbs on the bike. Pulling his mask up and donning his blue glasses, he starts up the bike. Jirou climbs on the back and holds him tightly.

"Good luck, shrooms," Komori waves to them.

"Bring us back one Koji Koda alive," Mineta snarks.

"Show no mercy," Kurorio growls.

King Dragon waves. "Uh, be careful."

Kaminari and Jirou wave to them before they take off.

10:10 AM

Riding through Hosu City's streets, they stick to the alleyways. Kaminari is so careful of any stray zombies still in the city that he doesn't even bother talking to Jirou. He focuses solely on whatever is in front of him while Jirou focuses on whatever is behind him.

Jirou squeezes him tightly from behind as she looks from her left and then to her right.

A few minutes later, riding out the last alleyway, they spot the hospital in the distance. Well, they assume it's the hospital; it does say 'Hosu General Hospital' so who knows. The fact that there was a fence with barbed wire acting as a perimeter around the hospital seemed to confirm that the Hosu General Hospital was the Bystanders' headquarters. If That wasn't confirmation, then the eight guards marching outside the front of the hospital were.

Kaminari parks his bike against the wall half a block away and slowly disembarks. Jirou follows closely behind him.

They hide behind two mailboxes thirty feet away from the fence. They peek over the mailboxes to see the eight guards marching back and forth, chanting something. Kaminari narrows his eyes as he tries to make out what they are saying. After a few seconds of listening, he realizes what they were saying.

"~Kill the False... Heee-roes. Kill the False... Heee-roes~"

It didn't help that they were singing to the tune of the guards' chant from The Wizard of Oz.

"There's the hospital," Kamianri sighs. "Just a hop, skip, and a jump away. Let's try and sneak in."

"Discreetly," Jirou adds.

"Implied by the use of the word 'sneak'."

With Anaemia

"Thank you, Eagle Eye." Anaemia turns off his walkie-talkie. "It looks like everything is going according to plan. Even better, Kaminari and Jirou are outside the hospital, separated from their four friends." He turns to the Bystanders. "Let's show them how much we love heroes."

Character Cards

-Masashi Nagase

Quirk: Irrelevant

Occupation: Bank clerk (Formerly), posthumous founder of the Bystanders.

Age: 35

Birthday: March 18th

Height: 160 cm.

Blood Type: O

Likes: Soy sauce.

Other Facts: Declared bankruptcy twice.