word count: long, but not as long as zoroâs
note: im going to write mini fics for each strawhat (including my boy jimbe hopefully) which is gonna be a zombie apocalypse au. not all of them will be romantic bc some characters are hard to write romantically. i doubt youâd really fall for someone you just met right? anyway either luffy or usopp is gonna be next.
i donât really like this either. i guess i made sanji too serious whelp. im not a fan of pervy sanji tho
tags: zombie apocalypse, sanji fluff, cooking, hunger, dehydration, sanji being the dork he is, recruitment (sorta)
The hunger was ever-present; from dawn to dusk it gnawed at you. Food was your constant obsession. You couldn't look at an animal or plant and wonder if it was edible. You didn't care if the food was tasty, just as long as it could make the stomach pains go away for awhile.
You sat there still, like an elderly person. You started to wonder whether you were going to die from starvation or from the zombies. You were too tired to move, or do anything really. You ran out of water and there was no fresh water source. It was only time for your death to approach. You couldn't even sleep either, because sleeping meant a chance for zombies to attack and devour you alive.
You were in the middle of the forest. You were camping in there after being driven out of your home. You took what you could find and left the city as fast as possible. You needed to get away from people as much as possible. Staying alive was horrible, you ran out of the food you stole from the city. You didn't possess the abilities or tools to be able to hunt or cook animals. You were such a shifty cook that you didnât know how to make fucking tea. You couldn't stay there forever however. You needed to get off the island soon. Your stomach rumbled again.
First however, you needed food.
There was a crunch of leaves and twigs behind you. Each footstep crackled. There was someone coming. You dove behind a tree that was close by. You grabbed a large stick. It wasn't much of a weapon, but it was enough to try and knock the person out to steal their food. You closed your eyes and waited for them to draw near. Each step felt like a ripple in the ground.
You jumped out behind the tree and lunged forward. It was a blonde-haired man who was idly walking by. You attempted to land a strike across his cheek, but he jumped back. You tried again, but he dodged it. He was fast on his feet.
âWhat's going on?" He asked as he continued to dodge all of your attacks. "I don't want to fight a women."
"Give...me your food!" You growled as your grip tightened on the stick.
You lurched forward again and landed a blow across his left cheek. The man fell to the ground. He didn't get up after that. You ripped the bag off his shoulders and shifted through it. Your pupils dilated.
"No..." You said with a hint of panic in your voice.
You went through it again, this time your hands were fumbling. Your fingers jumped rhythmically, as if in a spasm. Your bowels suddenly churned. Please let there be food in there, you prayed. This couldn't happen...not now. Your heart was in your mouth. You couldn't speak.
âNo! No! No!" This time you said it much louder, "please...I just need food."
Your heard some shifting and then a grunt come from behind you. Blood drained from your face as you turned your head around. The man was getting up. He took a cigarette box and a lighter from his breast pocket. He lit a cigarette and placed it in his mouth.
You grabbed the stick and gripped your two hands on it. You held it up in the air in front of you. You glared at him.
"S-stay...a-away or I'll hurt you!" You warned. Your hands were shaking as you fumbled on your words.
He took a breath and smoke floated up into the sky. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're hungry right? I'll make you something. I'll never let someone stay hungry."
You felt your stomach grumble again. "Liar! Y-you're going to kill me!"
He gave you a grin. âI'll never hurt a women. That's what a shitty old men taught me."
Your stomach rumbled again, this time loud enough for him to hear it. You fell to the ground and clutched your stomach. It felt as if someone pierced your stomach with a sword. "It hurts....I'm going to die."
He ran over to you. You didn't have the energy to run away. "Shit...you're malnourished and dehydrated. Is there no fresh water source here?"
You didn't have the energy to answer him, so you simply shook your head. He picked you up with his arms and started to run through the forest. You had no energy to protest or push him off. You were barely conscious at this point too, as the trees were starting to become a blur too.
After what seemed like forever, you started to smell cologne mixed with the smell of cigarettes. Your eyes fluttered open. You were still in the forest, but instead in a part that wasnât covered in trees. There were no creatures around. The light from the sun hit your skin. Your eyes shifted to the side. You were laying on a black jacket. Ah so thatâs where the smell was coming from.
You sat up. Your throat was extremely dry too. Your stomach was still hurting, but you ignored the pain. You looked around and the man was nowhere to be seen. You werenât in any mood to talk to him anyway.
Your lips were cracked from dehydration. Your hair was matted with dirt and your clothes were were smeared with grass stains and dirt. You looked terrible. You needed a shower and some fresh clothes. You felt the bottom of your lip quiver. Will this be your new life? You no longer had the same luxuries you used to have. You took them for granted, and you only realized how lucky you were when they were gone.
You laid back down and turned to the side. You couldnât afford to cry, because that would just make you even more dehydrated. Drowsiness overtook you. You closed your eyes and eventually fell asleep.
You were greeted with a sweet, savoury aroma that wafted through the air as you started to wake up again. The smell mixed in with the fragrance trees and grass. Your stomach clenched with hunger at the thought of devouring whatever food that was creating the smell.
You sat up and saw the blonde man making stew using ingredients from the forest, plants and animals youâve seen before. He somehow was able to find bowls to give pour your stew in. You stated at him for awhile, transfixed by his ability to cut various vegetables and plants. He was so swift with his fingers.
He removed the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled the soft tendrils of smoke. His gaze shifted to you. The man gave you a smile.
âIâm so glad youâre awake.â He said softly. He came cover with a bowl of water. âIâm glad I had utensils and bowls in my bag. The water is still hot too because I boiled it. Please be careful.â
You moved the bowl of water around. The water swished back and forth. There was steam floating from it. It was definitely still hot. You sniffed the bowl of water. There didnât seem to be any poison. Immediately after examining it, you guzzled down the water within mere seconds. You ignored your throbbing lips and your throat which felt like it was on fire. You sighed in relief. It was nice.
He finally handed you a bowl of stew. Taking in the sweet aroma, your stomach rumbled again. Every part of you wanted to lurch forward and devour the bowl. You couldnât however. It didnât feel right. You clenched your fists.
You spoke up. âI donât understand.â
The man raised his eyebrows. âYou donât understand what?â
âWhy are you doing this for me?â You asked again. This time with your voice shaking. âWhy are you helping a complete stranger? I donât know your name. I donât know where youâre from or who you are. I..I donât have any money if thatâs what you want.â
He took the cigarette out of his mouth and breathed out. âMy name is Sanji. Iâm a cook on a ship. I already told you. Itâs because I can never ignore someone is hungry. I donât need money from you, so you can eat up. Besides....â
He gave you a smile. âYour cute face is enough of a payment for me.â
You rolled your eyes but felt a smile creep up onto your face. âThank you Sanji.â
You ate your food in silence. You quickly finished it in mere minutes, but you were too embarrassed to ask for more. Much to your surprise, Sanji took your bowl and filled it up to the top. He handed it to you. He lit up another cigarette and sat next to you silently. Your cheeks flushed up in embarrassment.
You cleared your throat. âArenât you going to eat to. Iâm fine really...â
Sanji shook his head. âIâm fine. I ate before I came to this island. I also have a few questions about it, if you donât mind me asking.â
âOh sure. Also I didnât introduce myself yet. My name is (f/n). I worked as a mechanic in my motherâs shop. It was apart of the family business.â You rubbed the back of your head sheepishly. âIâm not the greatest cook, so you saved my life. Thank you so much. Iâll help you with anything you need.â You said. You gave him an awkward smile.
âWhatâs happening on this island? The city I was just in, it was a wreck. Did something happen? I was also attacked by a group of people. I need answers. I was separated from my crew too, so I also need a map.â
The smile from your face immediately vanished. You managed to forget about everything that happened for awhile, but the reality didnât change.
âA group of pirates brought this virus to the island. Their crewmate was dumped here. He was rushed to the hospital.â You explained. âHe survived, but the virus seemed to induce range and the need for human meat. He bit the nurse that was treating him and she started to act the same. Iâm not sure, but I think the virus probably travels through saliva.â
âTheyâre like zombies, but still alive?â He chucked. âThey arenât as smart as the ones on Thriller Bark.â
You cocked your head in confusion. âWhat? You arenât scared?â
Sanji shook his head. âI have a damn skeleton who can walk, talk, eat and even take a shit on my ship. Thereâs nothing that surprises me anymore.â
Your eyes narrowed. You werenât sure if he was joking or not. The Grandline is full of surprises, so anything could happen. Speaking of which, why was this man traveling on the Grandline? Is his boat a restaurant ship that floats around by any chance.
âWhat kind of ship do you work on..?â
Your stomach dropped. Of course. Heâs a pirate. You felt anger churn deep within you. A pirate was the one who destroyed this island. You tried your best to ignore it. He did save your life. Perhaps he wasnât like the others.
âWhat about you? Why are you here in the forest? Whereâs your mom?â He asked.
You were silent for a moment. âShe died three years ago. After she passed, I took over the business. My shop is probably rubble right now.â
âThatâs a shame. Do you want to go take a look to see if thereâs anything left? There must be something.â He asked.
You shook your head and chuckled. âItâs whatever I guess. I gotta get used to how Iâm living now.â You got up from where you were sitting. âAlso, I should have a map in my bag. Let me go check.â
You got up and went to grab your bag. There were mostly essentials: empty water bottle, first aid kit, a change of clothes. You let out a grunt. There was no map in sight.
âSorry about the map. I donât seem to have any.â You rubbed the back of your head sheepishly.
âItâs fine.â Sanji stood up and stretched. âWe should get going then.â
You raised an eyebrow. âGoing where?â
âTo your home of course. Seeing it might give you a sense of relief. Youâll never regret not taking the chance to see if there was anything there.â He replied. He lit another cigarette into his mouth.
You were at a loss for words. âI...â
You shook your head. âI canât go.â
âEven if I do get a sense of closure from seeing my home, where would I go?â You bit the bottom of your lip to stop from crying and took a deep breath, âI have nobody left. I donât have a ship nor do I have the skills to travel to another island. I also donât trust you. Youâre a pirate. What if you try to hurt me?â
The tears splashed forth and trickled down your cheeks. The thought of your home in rubble and the memories of your mother came flooding into your head all at once. You tried to quickly wiped your tears away, but they kept coming.
âShit Iâm crying. Iâm sorry about that.â You chuckled.
Sanji gave you a smile. âItâs okay to cry. Everyone cries. I also wonât lay a finger on you.â He looked up into the sky. âRegarding your future, itâs up to you. You can do whatever you want. I wonât try to stop you (f/n)-chwan.â
Hearing him call you by your name caught you off guard. You got up. âLetâs get going then Sanji.â