A zombie apocalypse has begun… oh no…

Everyone was hiding in Aizawa’s bunker alongside the other pro heroes, the dim lights flickering as distant moans echoed from outside. The air was tense, heavy with fear, and every small sound made hearts race.

Bakugo slammed his hands against the metal table, eyes blazing with frustration. “WHY ARE THERE F#CKING ZOMBIES!?” His voice echoed, making even the bravest heroes flinch.

Momo stepped forward quickly, placing a hand on Bakugo’s arm to steady him. “Bakugo, please calm down! You’re scaring Kota and Eri. We need to stay focused, not panic!” She tried to keep her voice soothing, though her own hands trembled slightly as she checked the barricades.

Izuku crouched next to the children, gently holding Kota’s hand while ruffling Eri’s hair. “It’s going to be okay. We’re all together, and everyone here knows how to protect us. Just stay close,” he whispered, scanning the perimeter of the bunker with wary eyes.

Ochaco was moving efficiently in the small kitchen area, stirring a pot over the portable burner. “We need to make sure everyone is fed and hydrated,” she said, glancing nervously at the darkened corridor outside the bunker door. “A strong body will help us survive this, even if things get worse.”

Denki leaned against the wall, pale and shivering. “This is so scary… I’ve never imagined anything like this,” he admitted, wringing his hands as he peeked toward the steel-reinforced windows. “I just hope we don’t get surrounded.”

Mineta’s small form was curled up near a stack of supplies, quietly sobbing. “I-I don’t want to die… I don’t know how to fight them…” His voice cracked, and he buried his face in his knees.

Koda gently picked up one of his birds from the cage, murmuring softly to calm them. “It’s going to be okay… stay quiet, everyone,” he said, stroking the feathers with care as the birds flapped nervously.

Tsuyu’s wide eyes scanned the shadows creeping outside. “Ribbit… this isn’t good. They’re everywhere… we have to make a plan, now.” She crouched low, ready to leap if any zombies tried to breach the bunker.

Ojiro’s tail lashed back and forth, tense. “We need to make sure no zombies get in. Barricades need constant attention, and we can’t let our guard down for even a second,” he said firmly, helping Bakugo secure the metal door.

Kirishima banged a heavy crate against the wall to reinforce the barricade and grinned through the tension. “Stay manly, guys! We’ve faced tough situations before, and we can survive this too!” His enthusiasm was contagious, trying to boost everyone’s morale.

Iida paced back and forth with his arms folded, the click of his boots echoing. “Keep calm, everyone! Panicking will only make us careless. We need a coordinated plan, a lookout system, and absolute focus. Lives depend on it, including our own.”

The bunker was filled with nervous energy, whispers, and the occasional whimper from those too young to understand the chaos outside. Each hero took on their role, some caring for the children, others fortifying defenses, while the undead groaned and shuffled in the darkness beyond the metal doors. For now, survival depended on teamwork, quick thinking, and keeping fear from overwhelming them all.