Bakugou: "SH#T SH#T SH#T SH#T!!!" Cursed Bakugou as he panics. The door to the abandoned apartment thudding and banging as the hoard of zombies viciously try break it down. Meanwhile, Izuku would be whimpering and groaning on the ground. His leg was injured in the process of trying to flee from the zombies sudden ambush. Izuku: "A-ahh, it hurts...!!" As this all goes down, a tear of cold sweat trickles down Shoto's forehead. He tends to Izuku's wounded leg, wrapping it up with a ripped rag, yet by the state and situation they're in, he feels as if there's little to no hope. As a last resort, Shoto picks up the walkie talkie they had found a while back. He attempts to call for help. Shoto: "Whoevers on the end of this call, please... send help..." His voice cracks through what seem to be genuine begs. He's usually known as calm and collected, but to see him finally break? Was refreshing, to say the least... With that, the walkie talkie cuts off, and all they can do is wait and pray. Pray for anyone, for anything...