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Tripping through the roots of the trees that have wilted and died, his ankles were pricked by thorns, bleeding. He ran like the devil was chasing behind. A rag was in one of his hands, and the man dropped it and continued sprinting.

And loudly, the trailing large dog was barking from right behind, along with another trail of footsteps running after him--tailing him. The man's lungs were burning, and his throat was running bone-dry. The large dog was catching up with ease almost, the dog's jaws snapping at his rear to get their fangs deep into his throat. The strange man had been running from the vicious dog for god knows how long, god knows how long from his legs were running and were giving out. His foot was caught in a rabbit trap, hoisting him up the air, but his upper body was still on the ground.

He pleads in desperation, "No! No, please!!"

A person catches up, "Don't kill me, please!" He cried when the hooded-masked figure reached into their back pocket. The black fur-coated Great Dane walked beside them, approaching the man. His sweaty dirt hand trembled in fear as the figure got close--the figure's steel-toe boots were close to his head--they looked down on him. The Great Dane snarled at the man, but before doing anything rash the owner snapped their finger instantly, and the Great Dane settled down but still glared at the man before sniffing him--then aggressively huffed in his face.

His lips trembled, "I-I sorry, I didn't mean to!" The figure's head tilted at his response. The man was getting that they didn't believe a word he said. "I swear! Please don't kill me I-I-I won't tell a soul!"

The figure reaches from inside their leather bomber jacket, and the man screams in fear. "NO, PLEASE!!" His please were ignored but met with the sound of a gun.

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Blood leaked from the man's head. He laid there, now lifelessly.

The individual sighed. "I'm sorry." They removed their mask, revealing e/c eyes, s/c skin, and perfect facial features--a bead of sweat ran down her forehead due to the gas mask. However, she did feel guilty for killing the poor fellow, but she feared that if word got out--about her.

No one can know. Y/n thought. She placed her gas mask on and whistled to her Great Dane. "Jax!"

The fur-coated dog ran back to her and panted before jumping onto her, but he was tall enough to put his paws on the (your height) female shoulders. Jax licked her face with a happy whimper, and he barked. Y/n laughed, trying to push off her 7 feet-tall dog.

"Ok, ok. Last one and no more," Y/n reaches in her pack, taking out a piece of jerky, making Jax settle down excitedly, and sits with his tail wagging behind. "Wait." she placed the jerky on the ground and waited for a few seconds before saying, "Eat."

Jax barked and ate the jerky in one bite before looking up at Y/n. She scratched his head and turned to the man that was now dead. Y/n started to look at what he had on him. The guy didn't have much, but he had some things that were a little helpful to her survival.

Inside his jacket were a single pocket knife, matches in his back pocket, and one AA+ battery. Y/n put all the stuff in her backpack and got and motioned her head for Jax to follow her. Y/n puts on her goggles and walks into the distance, with her animal companion beside her.

Reaching the highway, she and Jax walk passed by empty vehicles and some cars. Some cars crashed into one another by women who died mysteriously, and their corpses remained in the driver's seat. Their bodies slumped over the wheel. After, the event led to so many conflicts over the past few years when it all started.

Gangs invading other gangs' territory, gangs raiding the innocent to get what they want, alliances among the most ruthless Clans in the areas, and the remaining fathers, sticking to one another and doing everything they can to survive to feed their sons. Even the surviving towns and functioning cities had giant walls that protected them from the Clans and gangs entering--built by the government.

The world was going through the apocalypse, after all. And without a single female in the world, how would humanity reproduce? What will they do? And, how will they do it?

Y/n didn't know how she was the remaining survivor, but she knew to be careful from what she's seen and remembered a gang had raided a family--a single father and two sons--and took whatever they had and threatened to kill them if they didn't obey. It was only years after-- when it all started, and now this world has gone to hell--Y/n couldn't describe what it had become, but it wasn't good.

But, Y/n didn't care if she was the last female, and all she wanted to do was survive and find her father. He never came back. She kept her face and body hidden. Wearing a baggy biker leather over a hoodie, loose-high waisted jeans (with belt), black gloves, combat boots, and a gas mask. Y/n wore lots of layers to hide herself from men who will try to take her. Or worse, take advantage of her. Y/n won't hesitate to fight or kill them, even though she felt a little bad doing it. But her mind is only set on one goal.
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Dad, where are you?
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A/n: Might continue this. If not, I'll delete this book. Please comment and tell me what you guys think.

Possible love interests
Luffy
Sanji
Zoro
Usopp
Ace
Sabo
Law
Kid
Marco
Thatch
Izo
Mihawk
Shanks
Doflamingo
Crocodile
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I'm planning to make multiple routs if I ever finish this fanfic so let me know what you guys thing and thank you so much for your support!!

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