"This is impossible- incredible!" Moaning to yourself in an amused way, you stared at the doctor as he paced around, excited with the success of your transplant, in fact, almost more excited than you.

That said something, because the moment you regained complete vision you broke a lot of shit.

"Even though it shouldn't have worked, somehow the optic nerve repaired itself when I planted it in- but how..?" Flying to his files, you decided to finally hop off the operation table and look over his shoulder.

The papers looked like blueprints for the human body, and it made you wonder for just a moment if he was able to recreate actual body parts- however you quickly shook this thought away.

"You don't have high speed regeneration.. do you?" Glancing back at you with a questionable look, you were quick to show him the many faded patterns of previous stitches along your arms, which ended up only making him even more ecstatic.

"So much work to be done (Y/n).." not sure if you liked the sly grin on his face, you squirmed unsurely as he guided you back towards the operation table.

"Now, we have some more tests to do.." Sweating nervously as he leaned over you with a scalpel, you wondered in the back of your mind just how much Luffy truly agreed to the stuff Law was about to subject you to.

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Moaning to yourself, you blinked once at the jumpsuit offered to you and sneered in disgust, Law only returned the scowl with a frown of his own, proceeding to shove the obnoxiously bright orange heap of ballistic nylon into your chest.

"While you're here with us, you'll be wearing our uniform, it'll help us keep an eye on you in case something.. happens" perking up at that, you tucked the jumpsuit under your arm and clumsily scribbled in your notebook.

'I thought you were only using me for experiments?'

Pausing momentarily at that, Law stared at the notebook for a moment or two before smirking mischievously, giving you a naughty look.

You tried not to let your skin crawl from the predacious glimmer in his orbs, "oh.. I lied"

You broke into a sweat-drop as the surgeon chuckled, moving around his lab like it was second nature, "I actually only needed one week for the experiments I had in mind for you, the other week is just so I can..."

Tilting your head when he trailed off, you thought briefly about shaking the answer from him when he suddenly spoke out again with a red face.

"Well, so I can see how useful you are, I want to be fully aware of your capabilities- that, and I have an assignment that I can use you for" you tried hard not to smile at his confessions, finding his reasons amusing.

'What do you need me for?'

Glancing down at the jumpsuit, you came to the conclusion that you would probably need it in whatever shit the fucked up doctor had for you, and halfheartedly began to wrestle yourself into it.

"Recon.." Now turning to you seriously, Law guided his swivel chair in front of you and sat in it, giving you a slightly anxious look.

"There is an enemy of mine that.. well, he's troublesome, and recently there's been a ruckus in his territory, I want you and your near perfect zombie-ness to infiltrate his main base and gather information..." he trailed off as you flailed an arm around, trying to force it through the jumpsuit's sleeve, "oh, you don't need to wear that during the mission- in fact you probably shouldn't, it might make you a target"

'Eh?! Why didn't you tell me that sooner asshole?!'

Of course you didn't voice those thoughts on paper, but you were pretty sure the bastard was perfectly aware with what was buzzing through your mind when he gave you an entertained look.

"Anyway, don't worry, I have no interest in getting your crew involved with this, the issue between me and him are personal, the only reason I'm asking you is because there's a higher chance of success- and of course this is all your choice, I'm not forcing you into this (Y/n)"

Squeezing your jaw as a way to unsuccessfully purse your lips, you huffed at his suggestion and shook your head, there was no way you were going to just decline... you could use this against him!

Make him owe you one!

And even though Law was a bit of a jackass, he was still a lovely hunk of eye candy, you definitely wouldn't mind having a sexy surgeon like him on your list of missing favors.

The tanned doctor seemed relieved with your response, "good, I'll send you out myself in a few hours from now, all you have to do is walk around his area and tell me the state of the place, nothing more" nodding with that, you grinned in a dopey manner.

The raven watched you for only a moment longer before hesitantly patting your head, his lips struggled for a moment before a small smile allowed itself to shine through, and for once, Law didn't look like an asshole.

"Heh.. you're quite easily happy for a ghoul.."

You didn't know if you were supposed to hear that or not, but you decided not to reply anyway.

"Thank you, (Y/n)"

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Maybe you shouldn't have been so eager to help, although, there wasn't any point in thinking that now, since you were at the front of the village Law's adversary had ahold of.

Just like in the movies, there were zombies surrounding the place, all lined up against the expected chain link fence, moaning uselessly at the people living inside like cattle.

Although nobody seemed very upset, in fact, all the living people you were able to spot looked really content- almost creepily so, considering everyone was trapped in there with an apocalypse going on.

What exactly was the uproar that happened here?

Circling around the fence in an attempt to find the best place to see shit, you were stricken shell-shocked at the huge open gate on the other side of the village.

What the shit?! Did those people not know they were being invaded? Hoards of zombies were swarming to get in- and with how many were flooding through, you were sure they must have spread all over the place by now.

Struggling not to break character, you were immensely grateful when these zombies seemingly sensed your poor mood and made room as you stumbled through the gate to investigate.

That was were things got strange.

It was an arena, with swarms of people up in makeshift stands, cheering and yelling down at the hoard below like they actually weren't afraid of being eaten alive, or disturbed that the things writhing below were once human.

Very weird indeed, something was majorly wrong here.

Looking around the arena for what might've made the crowd so excited, you stumbled around the clustered arena, not exactly pleased with how crowded it was- hell you actually almost went face-planting into a zombie and it felt so gross! Though whether you or the zombie were more alarmed, you didn't know.

It wasn't until you made it near the middle of the arena did you find out what all the fuss was about.

Your blood went cold seeing an elevated ring in the center with ratty looking people- all of them fighting to the death, all bloody and beaten and looking scared out of their wits.

'This is a fighting arena..'

There seemed to have been two guys left, each of them were clutching tightly to each other as to keep the other guy from tossing them over, where gnashing teeth were awaiting them.

With all the blood flying, you couldn't really bring yourself to look until there was a pained scream, and you turned back just in time to see both of them go down and get swarmed by the cannibal crowd.

You were only willing to share two words; inexplicably grotesque.

You knew this was going to haunt you from behind your eyes for awhile, and for a moment you almost thanked the zombies for covering the two as they were eaten alive, because there was no way you were going to stomach the sight if it was as horrid as their screams.

However, opposed to your near squeamish reaction, the crowd metaphorically ate it up, cheering in unbridled bloodlust.

'Wow, and everyone thinks the zombies are feral, this place has gone insane!'

Hearing a laugh ring above the crowd, you turned to see a man sitting above everyone else with a mad grin on his face, the sight made your gut curdle at how just one look held so much insanity.

The guy was really distinguishable- in fact it only took you a few moments to recognize him from the hottest tabloids before the apocalypse.

If you remembered correctly his name was Donquixote Doflamingo, an actor and owner of a bunch of huge companies, a playboy at large, and one of America's most pursued bachelors.

'Man did he let himself go..'

The blonde was atrociously slouched in his furry blood-splattered couch- which seemed to have acted as his throne, laughing his head off at the gore and horror.

But it only got worse from there hoo-boy, on his face was a very.. uh, wide Glasgow smile, rugged too, as if it was done with a rusty, serrated blade, because the cut was definitely not clean.

On both his laps there each laid a woman.. or what was left of women, both of the corpses were completely untouched save for the missing heads, behind him it grew even more disturbing seeing a small entourage of zombie girls, each one with a muzzle, all chained to the walls, all without arms- you cringed, not being able to take in anymore.

Feeling anxiety mount, you only kept your head down as the cheers started to drown you, only to abruptly soften as someone else took control, "what a show everyone! Hahahaha!"

Clenching your jaw, you felt your teeth scrape violently as he spoke, suddenly you were finding a fire of hate light up for this man, and it took everything you had not to charge him, grab a gun, and shoot his brains out.

"There's only one criminal left! This brat dared to steal from all of you- and what's the punishment you want?!" The crowd replied with a barbarous cry, making him laugh again, "bring her out!"

Finally turning back, you watched as- as a child was thrown into the ring.

Throat choking up, you watched as the kid quivered fearfully, looking like they were going to cry as the zombies growled and reached out to her from the sides of the ring.

'How dare they..!'

Watching as a mechanism was activated, the ring was slowly losing it's elevation and grew closer to the ground- oh god.

At first you were frozen with it all, struck dumb with all the horror, the absolute insanity that this was reality, and you were standing right in the middle of it, but as soon as that kid screamed when the zombies moved in, you couldn't hold back the roar of anger that came from your very gut.

'Not today! Satan!'