— “Damnit.” Aizawa gently hit his head against a wall of the small abandoned convenience store he’s deemed a safe place to rest for the night. He took a few deep breaths to calm his body and mind.

Aizawa was about to sit down when he heard a ‘crunch’ sound. — “Who’s there?!” Aizawa spoke out, oddly enough not thinking about the consequences of yelling during an apocalypse.