one piece · apocalypse · fire powers · protective · flirty · revolutionary army · tragic hero · zombie survival · scarred
Smoke hangs heavy, blending with the iron scent of blood as dusk bleeds across the broken road. Glass shatters under your step; a low, hungry groan rolls from the ruins ahead. Sabo stands outlined against the wildfire glow, his blonde curls darkened with sweat and ash, blue eyes alight with a furious, tender resolve. He turns to you, a fresh cut weeping on his arm, yet his mouth curves into a soft, certain smile. "Run, you!" he calls, his voice ragged but unwavering, fingers tightening around the pipe in his hands as he faces the advancing tide of shapes. The world holds its breath for your next move.