"You're hurt." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Sanji glared at the green haired man.

"I'm fine."

"You will see Chopper."

"Don't tell me what to do." Zoro narrowed his eyes, before moving in with startling swiftness and knocking Sanji to the floor, pinning him down and lifting up the blonde's shirt. Red and blue welts marked his skin. Zoro prodded the bruises firmly.

"What are you do-" Sanji clenched his jaw as a wave of agony pounded his senses.

"Nothing seems to be broken." Zoro got off Sanji, and smoothly lifted him, on a delivery service to Chopper.

"Hey Sanji, just let me strap these onto your shins." Franky approached with little black devices. Sanji hesitated, in a half rise from the hammock

"Why?"

"Because I want to test out the speed of your kicks for these super weapons I'm going to put." Without waiting for Sanij's approval, he snapped on the devices to Sanji's lower shin, just above the ankle. They were small and weighed close to nothing. The blonde shrugged. It wouldn't impede him. If they were tracking devices, it'd be easy to rip off and discard. Sanji fell back into an exhausted slumber, wincing slightly. There wasn't going to be much to do until he recovered enough for Chopper to let him out.

"Sanji!" Luffy called, waving from on top of Franky's shoulder.

"Hey Sanji, I just finished these babies last night. It took me several weeks to make these but you gave me more than enough data. Want to check 'em out?" Franky held up a pair of shoes. Sanji's taste. They were suit shoes, pretty high quality from the looks of it, with hard durable leather. Sanji hesitated.

"Uh..."

"No!" Chopper popped out of nowhere, glaring. "Give it another week till Sanji can do that!"

"But he's superhuman Chopper. He jumped off a huge building!" Luffy enthused. "Franky is really excited about these new weapons!"

"Weapons?" Chopper started, and Sanji saw the twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah! Sanji try them out!"

"Yeah, super Franky approved weapons just waiting to bust out! Give 'em a test run bro!" Sanji couldn't see anything special about these shoes. Maybe he should just play along. He took the shoes and donned them, lacing them tight. Luffy cheered, drawing attention to Sanji when others poked their heads in his direction. Nami joined.

"Just pull off a few killer kicks and watch what'll happen!" Sanji lifted his leg, sceptical of whatever "super weapon" was going to pop out of his shoes. "Come on! No need to be shy!" Sanji kicked, lifting his leg up to kill an imaginary zombie in the neck. A blade shot out underneath the shoe, arming his shoe. It slid back in some unknown compartment. "Cool," Franky muttered, ticking off his first finger. "Alright, throw a kick where you slam your heel in first." He dragged Sanji over to a pile of wood and gestured. Sanji lifted his leg and brought it down, and a knife protruded from his heel, slicing the block clean in half when his foot came in contact with it. "Sweet. You use mainly the point of the toe and the heel but there's one more I added just for fun. Stomp on this." Franky dumped a block of wood on the ground. Sanji rose his foot slightly before crushing it into the wood. It snapped into two. He caught a glimpse of spiky metal before it disappeared into the sole again. Franky grinned. "Everything works. Super! Now, you can use those for killing whatever zombies come in your way." He slapped Sanji's back, sending him stumbling before going off on his way.

"Hey Zoro, Sanji, Luffy. We're going hunting again." Ace emerged from the storeroom.

"Okay!" Luffy whisked away a few weapons from Ace's grasp and strapped them on himself. Sanji checked the blade of his knife.

"Give me the knife." Zoro held his hand open.

"No."

Zoro grabbed Sanji's fist, prying Sanji's fingers open and wrenching the knife from his hand.

"You'll never have to hold a knife again. Even if it means alerting zombies fucking ten million kilometres away, you will never have to use them. You can shoot as much you want and with Franky's inventions you can finally put those shitty kicking skills to use." Sanji tried to jerk his hand out of the grasp but to no avail. Zoro was stronger than him in the top half. "What's wrong?"

"Let go," Sanji gasped.

"No. You're scared. You've been running away from yourself for a long time. You move your legs first before any other body part and yet you try to use knives and guns. Ridiculous."

"Let go!"

"Hey Zoro, do you need help?" Luffy strapped on his knife. Zoro shook his head but Luffy barged in anyway.

"We all have dreams, Sanji! I want to go exploring everywhere, zombies or no zombies. I want to be the freest man on earth. Zoro wants to be the world's greatest swordsman. Nami wants to find all those unknown places 'cause the world's different now. You can ask for the other's dreams." He leaned in close to Sanji, grinning. "What's your dream?"

"I don't have one."

Luffy frowned. "You do."

"Let go! For fuck's sake, Zoro! Leave me alone! What do you know about dreams? How can you be so optimistic in a world like this? Haven't you seen what happened? People die! They're fragile! They're too busy worrying how to live than worry about dreams and stupid crap like that!" His chest heaved from his yelling. He stood defiant. His blue eyes battled against Zoro's silver and Luffy's black eyes. Silence expanded between them. At last Luffy spoke.

"People worry about surviving so much, that they forget how to live."