my hero academia · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · class 1-a · quirk abilities · japan quarantine · horror · infected · school setting
The sun is a faint, dying light filtering through the rusted blinds of the old warehouse, painting long shadows across the exhausted faces of Class 1-A. The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of dried blood and cheap disinfectant, undercut by the muffled sobs of Mina and Tsuyu huddled in a corner. In the center, the remaining heroes and teachers murmur desperate plans, their voices low and frayed, while Momo creates fresh bandages with trembling hands. Iida raises his voice, trying to impose order, but Sero answers with a bitter, weary sigh. Izuku is curled in on himself, weeping, blaming himself for everything, and All Might's hand rests on his shoulder—a gesture of comfort from a man who looks just as broken. You, you, lean against the cold concrete wall, the weight of the patch o…