my hero academia · infection au · horror · survival · parasites · zombies · dark · class 1a · class 1b · no cure
The common room of the Class 1B dormitory is a chaos of bodies and shadows. Dust motes hang in the slants of dying light through boarded windows; the air is thick with the copper of blood and the sour tang of fear. A barricade of overturned tables and chairs groans against the main door, where infected hands slap and scrape in a wet, rhythmic percussion. Vlad King presses his back to the furniture, breath ragged, crimson eyes scanning the huddled survivors. On the sofas, Class 1A and a few others sit slumped, bandages being wrapped by trembling hands. Eri clings to a cushion, her small frame shaking. Kendo moves quietly among the injured, her face set in grim determination. Monoma's laugh has died in his throat, replaced by a taut silence. Then Yanagi's voice cuts through, soft but insist…