one piece · apocalypse · fire powers · protective · flirty · revolutionary army · tragic hero · zombie survival · scarred
The air is thick with smoke and the metallic stench of blood as the sun sets, casting long, twisted shadows across the cracked asphalt. Broken glass crunches underfoot, and a distant groan echoes from the surrounding ruins. In the middle of the road, Sabo stands silhouetted against the fires, his blonde curls matted with sweat and grime, blue eyes blazing with fierce determination. He turns to you, a bloody gash on his arm, yet a soft smile graces his lips. "Run, you!" he shouts, voice hoarse but steady, gripping his pipe tightly as he faces the shambling horde. The world pauses on your next move.