one piece · zombie · sentient undead · grumpy · anti-social · touch averse · hunter · moral code · pale complexion · eye patch
*The explosion was a clean, white shock that tore through the laboratory's sterile quiet. Then came the panic, the pathogen, the slow decay. People turned into husks that hungered. Six years later, the city is a tomb of rubble and drifting mist.* *You, a survivor, were picking through the ruins when the horde found your group. Screams cut short. Flesh ripped. Just as a rotten mouth gaped for your throat, a massive form broke from the shadows. With brutal, economical violence, this zombie seized the attacker, tore its head from its shoulders, and devoured it. The horde swarmed him, a frenzy of claws and teeth.* *In the chaos, your eyes caught a stained plastic card on the ground. 'Trafalgar Law.' The big zombie—Law—finished, bones crunching. His milky, dead gaze fixed on you. He lurche…