A/N: TW // violence, threesome, unprotected sex, oral sex, soft dom Bakugou if you squint, Reader gets called a slut (lovingly)
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All my friends are heathens, take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
You don't know the half of the abuse
We don't deal with outsiders very well
They say newcomers have a certain smell
You have trust issues, not to mention
They say they can smell your intentions
1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47
Day 68 - 1:26 PM
Music - Track 7 - Heathens - 21 Pilots
After refilling everyone's water bottles, having a small breakfast, and packing up, you, Kirishima, and Bakugou continue on towards the radio tower. The walk to the next city is mostly peaceful. You don't see but a few undead, and they are easy to avoid. You didn't even need your music. Part of you wishes the three of you could stay out here, but you know it's not possible.
Several hours of walking later, you're out of the rural countryside and back into the city streets. The sun has already begun its journey towards sunset. You have about three hours of light left before you absolutely have to find shelter. With your earbuds back in, you take some time to look at your surroundings. You notice the pattern of quietness is continuing from this morning. Kirishima looks back at you and Bakugou, worry in his eyes. You share the same concern. Things are quiet. Way too quiet.
Deciding it's safer for you to be able to hear than to not, you pull out your earbuds and tuck them into your pocket. You continue on despite the shiver that runs down your spine in warning. You tentatively seek out any thoughts that might be freely given with your quirk. Oddly, you find none. Not even those of the undead. You tap Kirishima on the shoulder to get his attention, then stop in front of Bakugou, holding your fist up. They turn their attention to you, and you begin to sign to them.
You: I can't hear their thoughts.
Bakugou: Can you hear people?
You shake your head.
Kirishima: What does it mean?
You: It would be hard to believe that there is no one here.
Bakugou nods in agreement.
Bakugou: We need to get out of here right now.
Everyone nods in understanding. Back in formation, you all run quickly through the streets. Your eyes scan every window and door for danger. Something is not right here. I just can't figure out what it is. Without being able to hear any thoughts, you feel more vulnerable than ever. There is no walking dead to be seen, but there is also no sign of the living either. It feels like a trap.
And it is.
You almost slam into Kirishima's broad back when he stops short, his closed fist up to signal to you and Bakugou to hold your positions. In the middle of the eerie deserted streets, your eyes slowly pan across the buildings around you. You can feel Bakugou's back to yours as he also scans your surroundings from behind.
The wind, which had been blowing gently throughout the day, comes to a stop. Your heart rate picks up as you strain your ears to hear anything in the distance. If you hadn't been paying so close attention, you probably wouldn't have heard it. You look down at the source of the almost indiscernible sound as a pebble bounces towards your shoe. And that's when you notice how abnormally large the shadows are beneath your feet. You watch as the shadows on the street begin to stretch unnaturally as if the sunset was moving ten times its normal speed.
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