A/N: I'm sorry my readers…I'm soo sorry.

I won't update this after the second chapter for a while I promise. I'm just too obsessed with this video game, but hey at least it inspired a bad-ass Sasu-Saku story. Right? Right?

Anywho! Onward!

Can anyone guess what this story is about? If you do I will dedicate the next chapter for you. Also if you can guess the video game, I will give you more than that. I will update a story of your choice. –smirk- good luck. :|

XxX Surviving Death XxX

XxX Halfkyuubikat XxX

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The Bite

We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears.

We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.

~David Sarnoff

It hurt.

That was the one feeling that replayed in her mind again and again. She did not know where the pain came from or how it was destroying her nerves; she only knew that is was hurting.

Her throat was burning. That was the first thing she noticed when her mind got clearer. The pain was still there and she feared it would never end. But she knew her throat was on fire and from that she realized that she couldn't breathe.

Her eyes opened in panic and she stared in foggy water that was directed at pale sand a few inches from her face. Her mouth opened in a desperate attempt to receive air, but instead was filled with the taste of water. She sputtered on the liquid as it forced its way down her throat.

One of her arms forced herself to flip over and face the direction of air. She coughed up the water and struggled from the substance her body had been lacking and she felt relief that she could breathe.

But she still felt so much pain.

The sky was dark and she struggled to remember what had happened and why she was lying in the shallow waters; washed up from the rivers. Her mind wouldn't think though, her body was in such an intense amount of pain.

Her throat grew painful again and it took a moment for her to realize that the dull ache was not from the lack of air, but from the fact she was screaming.

A voice in the back of her mind spoke to her. It was hard to listen, to focus when all she could feel was the burning of her flesh, but she heard it still.

Shut up! Stop making noise, they love it! They will swarm if you keep screaming!

She didn't want to stop her cries of pain, but still she did. Because that survival instinct was there and it told her what to do. She stopped all noise and her body lay in the water.

But the pain was driving her insane.

She had to know. She had to know why her body was shuddering from the torture. What could possibly lead her to such a degree of pain? So she struggled to lift her head and looked at her torn apart body. The blood was there; drenching her clothes. She saw the burn marks too.

But those held no meaning to her.

Instead her eyes landed on a wound on her arm. It was not large, half the size of a fist if that. But the sight of it made her heart stop beating.

The skin was torn apart and the razor like holes in her arms were all she needed to see. It formed a moon. The round circle like injury was not sever compared to everything else that she saw on her body, but it was the thing that she knew would bring on a fate worse than death.

It was obvious to her that the overwhelming pain was subjected from the wound.

She had been bitten.

Bang! Bang!

The sound of gun fire kept repeating as her body attempted to run faster up the stairs. She looked down and saw the hoard following close behind. Her pace stumbled a moment and her body was thrown forward by a pressure on her back.

"Don't stop moving!" A voice hissed in her ear.

She clutched the pistol closer to her chest and made her legs move faster still. They were burning at this point, but she could not help that much; she had already ran up 32 flights of stairs.

She considered turning around and firing off a few bullets at the following creatures, but she knew it would only slow herself down and her companions. They were better equipped with AK-47 and the Shot Gun. Her simple handheld pistol could not do nearly as much damage. And it would not be worth his anger after they were safely hidden.

So she stayed the safe route and continued to sprint as fast as her legs would allow her up the never ending staircase. When she saw the sign with the number 36 she almost breathed a sigh of relief. However that sudden feeling of hope that they only had 8 more flights of stairs was destroyed when she heard the growl.

"Sakura!"

Sakura's head snapped up just in time to see the creature in the staircase above her leap downwards right towards her.

She recognized the mutated creature.

"Hunter!" was the only word she was able to shriek as it landed on top of her body; tossing her to the ground. It's claws reached out to start tearing her to shreds, but before it could destroy her a close range bullet was fired off and she was mercilessly lifted to her feet.

Her emerald eyes met his frantic onyx ones.

"Did he bite you?"

"N-no…" was all she managed to gasp out before a shout slightly below them caught their attention.

"Sasuke-teme!"

Sasuke grabbed her arm tightly and pushed her forward a few steps again. She took this as a signal to keep running and she did. Sasuke she assumed returned to Naruto in order to assist in killing the following monsters and she knew that as demonstrated she would be of little help to them.

She hated feeling useless.

But she rarely ever got a chance to fire a few rounds with her gun; not when he was around. So she was left with the only choice, run and be protected by others.

It pained her, but she would not act foolishly, because after all in this world she would have to pay with her life.

They reached the door fast and Sakura didn't hesitate to push it open, her gun in place just so she would be prepared for anything residing on the rooftop. They weren't there yet though, the only thing on the roof was the helicopter whose blades were spinning quickly in preparation to make a quick getaway.

She ran towards their only chance at safety quickly.

"Kakashi!" She managed to cry out as she saw the silver haired man in the pilot seat. He had already noticed the trio's arrival and was switching on switches inside the compartment.

Sakura didn't stop in her run until she reached the metal of the vehicle. She lifted her arms against the move surface in preparation to lift her body aboard, but felt a well-built arm ensnare her waist before it thrust her in the air roughly. She hit the floor of the helicopter hard and skidded across the floor and almost out the other open side. However with luck she hit the back of the seat Kakashi was in and the collision stopped her movement.

She lifted her head to see Sasuke firing off a bunch of never ending rounds at the hoard that were trying to fit through the small door at once and Naruto was running toward the helicopter. Sakura watched as her blonde hair friend leaped aboard and then took over shooting so that Sasuke was able to get to safety as well.

And Sakura knew then they were safe.

Or at least she had thought they were.

Tears pooled at the corner of her eyes.

She was doomed she knew. There was so saving her. If it had been Sasuke or Naruto or Kakashi they could have lived. But not her. She was going to suffer a cruel fate. She was going to become just another one of the hoard that they repeatedly slaughtered on a regular basis. She would mean nothing to them.

To Sasuke.

She wanted to scream again from a different pain, but kept her jaw shut closed. Blood pooled from the corner of her mouth from where she had bitten the skin of her lip.

The cries were muffled, but they were still there.

She should have realized it was dangerous to make any noises at all especially after the racket she made before, but would it matter if she became one of monsters in a short span of hours? Even less than that?

Her guess was wrong however.

Because she heard the ruffling of the bush nearby and saw the blood stained man walk out from them. His eyes were dark and the skin around them a pitch black in an almost rotted-skin colored style. His eyes flashed over her form quickly, his mouth parting open.

His hair was a fiery color and she was not shocked by the red color. In fact she had seemed many that had a similar color of red. Thousands.

Sakura shrunk back in fear; an automatic reaction that she realized she shouldn't be feeling any longer. But she could not help the tremble that flowed through her spin and caused the tips of her fingers to twitch.

She could not defend herself.

And she didn't want to.

She wished that it would kill her quickly, so that instead of being a blood thirsting monster she would just be dead. That was a much better fate.

But the fear was still there, because no matter how brave a person may act, they are still afraid of death. They are always afraid of the unknown. They are always afraid of the dark and monsters hidden in its shadows.

A hiss escaped from his parted mouth.

Alright. How was it?

I have a bunch of stuff about to be updated. Just give me a day or two. I have some inclass essays to write in the next few days.