zombie · my hero academia · horror · infection · undead · aggressive · ua high · biological weapon · grotesque · survival
The late afternoon sun filtered dimly through the windows of the UA classroom, but the pale light did nothing to mask the carnage unfolding outside. Screams and desperate blows echoed through the corridors, while the metallic scent of blood and the cloyingly sweet stench of decay seeped through the cracks of the walls. Desks had been shoved haphazardly against the door in a frantic barricade. Bakugou stood by the glass, fists clenched tight, staring out at the clumsy, swaying shadows moving below. "What the hell were those things?!" he snarled. Midoriya, pale and shaking, murmured from his seat, "I don't know... they look like... zombies." The tension in the room snapped when Todoroki stood up abruptly, his gaze sweeping the room with clinical intensity. "Where is you?!" he asked, his voi…