Trafalgar Law, who had become little more than a rotting corpse with the desire for living flesh, felt something within him change when his gaze first rested upon one of the Livings he was hunting along with the rest of surrounding zombies. He didn't look like much from afar, with dull, messy hair and a small wiry build, but he was somehow making Law feel like Law again, ruled by logic and emotion instead of hunger and instincts. He did seem to have retained some sense of hunger though, because he couldn't help but salivate when looking at the dark haired living which inspired such dramatic changes within him.
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Law has been stalking his Living for weeks now, keeping track of his group and their habits. While it was difficult because of how often they changed locations, due to factors like a lack of food and not wanting to attract his kind with their presence, but now his preparations were finally complete.
The plan was not as elegant as his former self would have liked, but it would have to do. The dark haired Living liked to sometimes wander on his own, which presented the best opportunity for him to be captured. So when, once again, the Living wandered away from his group Trafalgar Law was ready. He'd gathered a good number of his kind to be a distraction and a good shield against the Living's attacks until he could get close enough.
He directed his kind towards the apartment building his Living was currently exploring, careful to make sure he did not stand out in the crowd, not wanting to become a target. They were quickly noticed and his Living began taking countermeasures, trying to destroy the stairs as he climbed them while shooting the heads of the undead when they got too close. When Law got close enough to the source of the gunshots he was taken aback by the beauty of his living, he looked terribly beautiful covered in gore. Brain matter was splattered over his face and clothes, along with some blood that had oozed out of a nearby zombie's wounds. Law would love to see what his Living would look like covered in his own blood…
Distracted by his thoughts, Law did not notice that he had left himself wide open to attack, no longer shielded from view by his kind. But he was not shot. His raven-haired Living, who had given meaning to his existence once again, was just staring at him, seeming to see something within him, giving Law the perfect chance to grab him and escape.
It was a little difficult to carry the Living all the way to his destination, given the state of his right arm. It had been severed off at some point by a Living he had encountered, but he'd retained enough medical knowledge, once he had been 'awakened', to sew it back on after he constructed a lab for himself and found the medical materials he needed. Luckily he could still move his arm, to an extent, but his lack of control over the limb frustrated Law.
His body had been in terrible shape by the time he 'awakened'. His arm mostly severed, his eye and part of his face missing, a chunk had been bitten out of his thigh, much of his ribcage was exposed, and for some reason his zombie self had thought it would be a good idea to rip his heart out and carry it around. The arm had been easy enough to take care of, but he had yet to take care of the rest of his 'injuries'. His chest was easy enough to hide behind the black and yellow hoodie and lab coat he had found but he really need to take care of that soon. It left too many openings and he hated feeling vulnerable.
Law was exhausted by the time he reached his lab. His body was still getting used to being controlled by something other than instincts, still wanting to lazily shamble along until he sensed prey. Having to use such concentrated effort for so long took its toll on him so he had to sit down and rest after securing his Living to the examination table in front of him. But now it was time to learn why this Living had caused such a drastic change to his very being.
He sterilized his needle before taking a sample of the mysterious being before him, not wanting to lose him to disease just because he hadn't bothered to be sanitary. He took the vial of blood he had collected and inserted it into the waiting machine, which he had prepared ahead of time. He was surprised when he could faintly feel the coolness of the metal he was touching. He hadn't felt anything since he had been turned. He'd have to investigate that later.
The human had refused to look at him while this was all taking place, noticeably angry that he had received such treatment. But then Law tripped due to the stiffness of his limbs when coming back over he giggled at his clumsiness, not even phased when Law turned to glare at him.
Law found himself fascinated with the Living's joyful expression, even when he was still human he had never felt much joy especially after the beginning of the end of his life when the disease causing corpses to rise again first emerged. How could someone who had undoubtedly witnessed the many horrors of this world be so bright and cheerful…?
Never mind that for now, it is time for the next experiment. Hopefully he could solve the mystery of this Living soon, he was already coming dangerously close to being obsessed with the poor thing. He already felt a great deal of possession over it. If anything tried to take it from him, living or undead, they would be eliminated with without mercy. Now to get the rest of the samples he needed…