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 claustrophobic tapestry of shadows and strained bodies. Dust drifts in the thin spears of light that pierce the boarded windows, the air heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid smell of fear. A makeshift barricade of tables and chairs strains against the main door, where wet, frantic slaps echo from the other side. Vlad King leans his bulk against the furniture, his crimson eyes sweeping over the huddled survivors, his breathing labored. On the sofas, members of Class 1A and a few others sit in exhausted silence, their wounds being tended by hands that tremble slightly. Eri clutches a cushion, her small shoulders shaking. Kendo moves with quiet efficiency among the injured, her expression steeled by grim resolve. Monoma’s usual…