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Dedication: Jordan, because she believes in me. AND the readers of my stories.

Somebody,

Playgrounds are void of laugher, houses empty of joy and celebration, yet cities are over populated. It's been three years since the infection broke out; three years since life inhabited the earth freely, three years since every happiness was taken from me.

We were happy. One day we both were sitting out on the veranda, talking about our lives, our child, and the next she was stolen from me. Everything was taken, everything was dead. No cause was ever determined in the slow decline of the human population and once you're to be believed the last alive, you forget to care.

Now life seems empty. I travel the best I can and search for supplies, but it's starting to get lonely out here on the big 'ol road. I haven't seen a real, live person in over a year and a half, but there has to be survivors like me, right? I'm starting to doubt that.

Today I'll be entering Arizona. I figured I might as well visit the deadly state. Dead like everything else in this fucked up world.

- N

Naruto Uzumaki slid to a halt just outside the small, deserted town of Prescott, Arizona. He pulled a burnt orange and black helmet with gloved hands from his head, enjoying the slight breeze that rustled bright blonde locks. Cerulean blue eyes scanned the visible parts of the town and frowned. A few creatures were prowling around, but not as many as he expected.

Seeing no immediate threat to him or his safety, he decided to try the gas station to his left for supplies. It was completely void of life, not even a dead figure moving about recklessly. He hopped off his burnt orange and black Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle and opted to roll it over to the station instead. It was best not to draw attention.

Luckily the gas station was empty of dead, but it was also empty of many supplies. What little gas was found was pumped into his motorcycle and anything else was shoved into the large backpack on his back. Finally, after packing everything up, Naruto decided to get the hell out of town before sun down. He revved the engine to life and pulled his helmet down over messy blonde locks. He creatures around noticed as he sped through the town and awkwardly tried to follow. They were slow and decaying; Naruto was sure they couldn't keep up.

He shot a few zombies to be safe as his passed the city limits.