The zombie horde had all but overwhelmed Kingswater over the last few hours. As Vivi peered out of the glassless window of the ruined building she'd sought shelter in, she saw the undead swarming in the street, beating their ruined hands on the bricks of the building.
She knew she had no chance against them alone. She takes a deep breath and shouts out of the window as loud as she can.]
Hello?! Please, someone answer me! I can't be the only one left!
[Only the moans of the horde below answer her cries.
The floorboards creak behind her, and the first of the undead enter through the rotting door frame. Vivi grips her weapon, a baseball bat, tightly in her ashen fingers. She turns around with a look of resolve on her face, which turns to anguish as she sees that the zombie shuffling towards her is a child, no more than five or six years old.]
No... No, I can't. [She falls to her knees, the bat clunking dully as it drops to the floor. She looks into the vacant, dead eyes of the boy in front of her.] I will cure you. Whatever it takes, I will do it. No one should have to suffer like this, especially an innocent child.
Third Person Sample:
Vivi replaced the pamphlets on the table, turning to face away from them. This was too much for her to take in right now. It wasn't enough that she'd woken up on a table in some lab somewhere instead of in her own bed, but now to be told that she was fictional? That everything she'd gone through - all the pain and suffering of her people, her fear and despair, the friendships she'd forged and the joy she'd found in them - they were a lie. The product of someone else's imagination.
She sat back down on the end of the operating table, looking down at her shaking hands. This must all be some sort of sick joke. What right did the disembodied voice on the other end of the strange device, which seemed to Vivi like a mechanical Den Den Mushi, have to play with people's lives like this? Her feelings, her memories, they were as real to her now as they were five minutes ago, before she'd heard any of this, before her worldview had been shaken to the core.
Several books were stacked on a desk opposite where she was sat. On the cover of the first one, Vivi saw as she picked it up to examine it, was drawn in bright colors the faces of some very familiar people. People she cared deeply about, but had given up all hope of ever seeing again. With shaking hands, Vivi picked up the first book on the pile. Opening it, she began flicking through the pages. Almost immediately, she let out a shriek, hurling the book as far away from her as she could. It bounced off the wall onto the floor, the pages spilling open, onto the picture that had given her such a start. There in front of her, inked in black and white and coldly smirking at her from the paper, was Crocodile.
Vivi nudged the book closed with her foot. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she took another from the stack. This time she was greeted by Luffy's grinning face. Vivi couldn't help smiling down at the picture of him. That look in his eyes, she knew that so well, the one that told everyone he was unstoppable. It gave her strength in this harsh, unfriendly place. What would Luffy do, if he were here? Well, he wouldn't give up at being told he was a character in a tale someone else was spinning, that was for sure.
Vivi nodded in resolve. It wouldn't stop her, either.
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First Person Sample:
The zombie horde had all but overwhelmed Kingswater over the last few hours. As Vivi peered out of the glassless window of the ruined building she'd sought shelter in, she saw the undead swarming in the street, beating their ruined hands on the bricks of the building.
She knew she had no chance against them alone. She takes a deep breath and shouts out of the window as loud as she can.]
Hello?! Please, someone answer me! I can't be the only one left!
[Only the moans of the horde below answer her cries.
The floorboards creak behind her, and the first of the undead enter through the rotting door frame. Vivi grips her weapon, a baseball bat, tightly in her ashen fingers. She turns around with a look of resolve on her face, which turns to anguish as she sees that the zombie shuffling towards her is a child, no more than five or six years old.]
No... No, I can't. [She falls to her knees, the bat clunking dully as it drops to the floor. She looks into the vacant, dead eyes of the boy in front of her.] I will cure you. Whatever it takes, I will do it. No one should have to suffer like this, especially an innocent child.
Third Person Sample:
Vivi replaced the pamphlets on the table, turning to face away from them. This was too much for her to take in right now. It wasn't enough that she'd woken up on a table in some lab somewhere instead of in her own bed, but now to be told that she was fictional? That everything she'd gone through - all the pain and suffering of her people, her fear and despair, the friendships she'd forged and the joy she'd found in them - they were a lie. The product of someone else's imagination.
She sat back down on the end of the operating table, looking down at her shaking hands. This must all be some sort of sick joke. What right did the disembodied voice on the other end of the strange device, which seemed to Vivi like a mechanical Den Den Mushi, have to play with people's lives like this? Her feelings, her memories, they were as real to her now as they were five minutes ago, before she'd heard any of this, before her worldview had been shaken to the core.
Several books were stacked on a desk opposite where she was sat. On the cover of the first one, Vivi saw as she picked it up to examine it, was drawn in bright colors the faces of some very familiar people. People she cared deeply about, but had given up all hope of ever seeing again. With shaking hands, Vivi picked up the first book on the pile. Opening it, she began flicking through the pages. Almost immediately, she let out a shriek, hurling the book as far away from her as she could. It bounced off the wall onto the floor, the pages spilling open, onto the picture that had given her such a start. There in front of her, inked in black and white and coldly smirking at her from the paper, was Crocodile.
Vivi nudged the book closed with her foot. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she took another from the stack. This time she was greeted by Luffy's grinning face. Vivi couldn't help smiling down at the picture of him. That look in his eyes, she knew that so well, the one that told everyone he was unstoppable. It gave her strength in this harsh, unfriendly place. What would Luffy do, if he were here? Well, he wouldn't give up at being told he was a character in a tale someone else was spinning, that was for sure.
Vivi nodded in resolve. It wouldn't stop her, either.