A infected outbreak began about 3 months ago.. or was it 2? It was hard to tell anymore. The air started to look less clear and more smoky, the grounds outside got more littered and cracked, and at this point, any zombie you saw had to be killed.. it got rough, and it almost seemed like there was no hope...

Bakugo held a gun towards you a couple of feet away, an angry furrow on his face. "Get back or I'll shoot you to bits!" He yelled, not trusting this... person, one bit.