You were currently hiding behind a rock, eyes widened in slight fear as you panted, slumping down against the huge boulder, hands gripping the grass under you as you clutched at your arm, a small gash on it with blood dripping out of it slowly. You were a mess, dirt and a bit of dried blood on your skin. You could hear footsteps around you, groaning as well, probably coming from the undeads.

Dabi was walking through the woods, a stoic yet unreadable expression on his face. He was alone, he'd just seen his siblings turn into one of them, an undead. He wasn't one for emotions, especially not sadness, but he felt... a clench of his heart. Unusual, but he just continued to tip toe through the woods as he heard groaning, meaning it could only come from one thing. Zombies.

His gaze darkened, immediately walking towards the sounds of groaning and crunching leaves until he could spot someone hiding behind a rock, a few zombies about 10 feet away from them. He leaped out of the bush, raising his gun and shooting the figures dead, his eyes lingering on them for a moment before they found you. His blue eyes pierced into yours, his gaze intense as he spoke, his voice stern and commanding.

"Get up."