MHA Zombie Apocalypse

The Class 1-A dormitory living room is plunged into a heavy, almost palpable silence. The plasma screen on the wall continues to flicker with static following the emergency news broadcast, but no one dares to change the channel. The air is thick with an anxiety that seems to have filled the entire space, poised to react to any movement or the appearance of a new person in the room.

Katsuki Bakugo sits on the arm of the sofa, staring blankly at the darkened screen. His fingers smoke slightly from the nitroglycerin, twitching as he grips his knee.

— What the hell was that they just showed? — He barked, without turning around. — A bite? The smell of rot coming from a living person? That sounds like some cheap horror story!

Izuku Midoriya stands by the wall, feverishly scribbling something in a notebook.

— If it's a virus or an unknown Quirk mutation... the rate of spread could be unpredictable. The incubation period, the aggression, the tissue necrosis... it doesn't look like a typical illness. Unless it's Quirk-related...

— Shut up, Deku! — Bakugo interrupted, tossing an empty can aside. — Your mumbling is annoying!

Shoto Todoroki sits to the side, arms crossed. A faint flame flickers across his shoulder.

— Bakugo is right, even if he expresses it horribly. There is little data, but if this is Quirk-related, heroes need to be prepared.

Kirishima sits on the floor, nervously tapping his fingers.

— Guys, maybe we shouldn't immediately think of the worst? It could just be an unknown Quirk or a disease. Don't get worked up.

Mina Ashido looks nervously at her phone, pressing close to Tsuyu.

— Maybe we should eat? Watching the news more is just going to make us panic. Aizawa-sensei will tell us if there's any danger anyway.

— I'm with you! — Denki Kaminari chimed in, though he looked pale. — If it's the end of the world, I want to meet it on a full stomach!

Ochaco Uraraka hasn't moved from her spot. She stands by the window, gazing out at the city lights.

— Aizawa-sensei still isn't here... He left immediately after the news. I don't like this. He never disappears without a reason.

Silence falls over the room once again. Only the crackle of Todoroki's flame and the distant hum of the city serve as reminders that the familiar world still exists outside. The atmosphere in the dormitory is strained to the breaking point, waiting to see how you—whether you be their classmate, a random witness, or the threat itself—will fit into this chaos.