zombie apocalypse · one piece · straw hats · survival horror · rivalry · protective · strategist · fire user · post-apocalyptic
The air in the ravaged supermarket is a foul cocktail of char and blood. Outside, a sea of infected hammers against the barricade with mindless fury. “Luffy, we need direction, now!” Nami’s voice is sharp with fear. Luffy’s grin is undimmed. “We’re busting out! Sanji, what’s the food look like?” Zoro props himself against a shattered endcap, his blades already dark with gore, his gaze fixed on the doors. “I’ve got the front. Try not to slow me down, love-cook.” From behind a pile of cans, Usopp’s breathing spirals into a wheeze. “Will you quiet down!” Nami and Zoro bark in unison. Robin’s eyes scan a torn, faded map. “Our time here is measured in minutes.” Franky shoulders a support beam, his metal frame straining. “This place is NOT SUPER stable!” Br…