Hey, finally uploaded this. Been working on it for AGES and I've put A LOT of effort and would appreciate it if someone could give me feed back on your opinion and whether I should continue with this story. I've actually got a plan from this as my first story I didn't actually have one. Hey-ho! I learn from my mistakes! lol

I was inspired after going to the cinema with my boyfriend of V-day to see...wait for it...that's right: WARM BODIES! I TOTALLY recommend it!

Summary:

Naruto used to live a normal life; he went to school, had friends he could trust, went to the occasional party, played his xbox until the sun leaked through his curtains, slept in past twelve every weekend - Naruto was an average teenage boy. But now: he fears for his life nearly every minute, fights to survive, has trust issues, no one to call his friend and only ever sleeps when his body forces him to. He does things now that he never would have done before - scavenges, loats, steals, and kills. Its not like Naruto had a choice - it was either that or be turned into a rotting, undead, unfeeling and flesh-eating corpse: because in this apocalypse it was a choice between living as a human or a zombie.

Sasuke had always been unsociable so when the undead began to rise and his neighbours began to fall into comatosis-like states, die then return as living corpses: he never found any difficulty in killing off and surviving the apocalypse. He had never been attached to anybody before; he never had friends or family and never trusted anybody with anything - especially his life. So when it came to killing zombies to survive, Sasuke switched himself off with ease and began to lose all of his humanity, even when surviving humans stumbled upon him with the hope of protection, he shot them down or brought them along to that he could use them as bait: knowing sooner or later that they would join the army of undead corpses. Sasuke didn't change much - he only grew in strength and heightened his senses in order to go one living.

As the two struggle against the zombies: their paths cross and they begin to learn that two is better than one, and that maybe trusting each other and trying to look for a safe civilisation might be for the best.

P.S. I unfortunately do NOT own Naruto. I guess that leaves me with the plot! XD

Chapter 1 - Unexpected Meeting

No shuffling footsteps. No groans or moans. No aggressive growls. No crunching or cracking of bones, ripping and tearing of flesh.

All clear.

Blonde hair and blue eyes peeked over the empty red car, eyes searching in every direction for any dangerous flesh-eating beings but upon finding no threats to his existence; the teen tiptoed around the metal vehicle before sneaking expertly towards his target: a door of a small and cheap looking corner shop. Azure eyes peered through the dusty and red stained glass on the top half of the door, ignoring the blood smeared closed sign. Holding in his breath, a tanned hand clasped around the door handle, pulling down, until the door stiffly opened with an encouraging yet gentle shove from the teens shoulder.

The sudden dig of the bell above the door nearly made the small blonde teen's heart jump out of his chest before his whole body froze: his only moving appendage being his arms to aim his double barrel shotgun into the internal space of the shop. But upon no noise or movement to signal a hungry, human craving beast lurking in the shadows of the shop, the small blonde lowered his only weapon a few inches before edging timidly inside the almost destroyed shop.

Once the door was securely shut behind him, a breath that had been held captive in his lungs was released in the relief. He was safe. Safe from them. Well, at least for now he was.

The teen cursed, "Jezz, Nar! Keep it together!" he told himself as he opened up his old drawstring bag as he made his way to the confectionery section of the shop; experience told him that chocolate and sweets not only had a better best before date but also that they gave you plenty of energy for when you are running for your life while being chased by a horde of man-eating zombies.

'Nar' tried his best to ignore his train of thought, he block it out by concentrating on looking for other edible items with a handy best before date, "B.B.D., B.B.D., B.B.D...Ha, 2014 bitches!" He cheered stuffing the large chocolate bar into his bag then he moved on to the next items sitting on the shelf. After helping himself to the confectionery and bottles of water; 'Nar' was walking past the till when he paused, azure eyes gazing towards the large metal, box-like contraption in wonder before he manoeuvred himself to he stood behind what had previously been the checkout point in the small shop before the shit hit the fan in the form of walking dead people. Looking over all the buttons, the teen's little pink tongue pushed itself between his lips in concentration as he let his hands brush against each key. Digging deep into his memories, 'Nar' briefly recalled him buying instant ramen here: he had stood at the till, watching the stocky owner of the shop place his items into a plastic bag, pressing some buttons...

"Yes!"

The till's drawer opened a little, waiting for the teen to help it so that the draw could open fully and was surprised to see the till half full. Just staring at all the money laying inside it gave way to let guilt claw its way up to the blonde's throat; tightening and strangling his esophagus making it hard for him to swallow the guilt back down. 'Nar' had always been against stealing. Hell - he was very much against the idea of killing people but could they be considered people? 'Nar' didn't think so. Taking food from shops or what used to be people's homes was different - without the food 'Nar' would have died long ago. Besides it wasn't like if anybody was around to eat it. So was taking money no one else was going to use from an abandoned till considered stealing? There was no one to stop him, no one to catch him red-handed, no one to arrest him and no one to jail him. What was stopping him?

The last remains of his morals? The fact that he hated thieves? Would he hate himself for committing what could be called a robbery?

The next thing he knew, he was tying up his bag, slinging it on his shoulders and positioning his gun ready to aim and fire at any threats that came into his line of vision. With the comforting weight of a half full bag on his back gave 'Nar' a bounce in his step, knowing that he didn't need to worry about where he'd find his next meal for at least a week if he ate what he scavenged in small rations.

'Nar' sneered at himself, glaring disgustingly at his feet, 'Scavenging, huh? Is that what you've been degraded yourself to? A scavenger?' and somehow, the picture of a sly and greedy fox came into his mind. Pausing, his sky blue eyes looked down at himself as he played around with the hem of his dirty and stained t-shirt, his middle finger hooking the fabric and pulling it upwards, revealing his sickly thin torso. He could faintly see his hip bones poking out from his low hanging jeans and some of his rips. 'An abnormally small and skinny fox.' he depressing mind added as 'Nar' unhooked his finger to let the t-shirt fall.

Just as 'Nar' was about to sling the strap of his shotgun over his free shoulder, his heart sank as a sound that should only exist in your nightmares or the deepest depths of hell. All of the colour drained from his face and his eyes doubled in size as terror seeped into his whole body. Instinct caused his to reach for his gun and spin on the point to aim at the source only to freeze.

What stood behind him was the biggest, largest hoard of zombies that not even his imagination could conjure up. There must have been at the most a hundred - the grandest group 'Nar' had stumbled upon was back in the Iwagakure and there was only around thirty. 'Nar' had barely gotten out of that mess alive.

Before any of the undead could make a move to advance towards the quivering boy, he had forced himself out of his fear and was running blindly away from the horde cursing his mantra of swears as he ran as fast as his legs would carry him.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit..." chanted the teen, his chants in sync with the slapping beats his feet made of the ground, "...shit!" 'Nar' finished; his voice increasing by a few octaves and cracking up at the end as tears collected in his eyes.

The teen turn turned a corner only to quickly perform an impressive u-turn when he realised that it was a dead-end and run in the opposite direction. As 'Nar' ran, his panicked blue eyes spotted a building sitting at the bottom of the hill he was sprinting down. It was large in structure and had a modern yet sophisticated architecture, and as 'Nar' got closer to it, the more heavenly and sanctuary-like it looked. Pushing more power into his legs, blue eyes locked on their target as the blonde silently prayed - although why he was and to what god he had no clue.

"Come on...come on!" the teen pushed when he started to feel his legs turning numb and his feet becoming heavier and heavier every time his feet left the cracked concrete. His breaths came out harshly along with the hard intakes of breaths to fuel his brain and muscles, and the main sound drowning out the frustrated groans and hungry shuffling from behind him was the rapid and wild heartbeats thundering in his ears.

When the teen realised that he was going to make it and that he knew that inside that building was safety, a tear fell from the corner of his eye and slide down his bumpy, scarred cheek and jump off his jaw.

The raven stood in the gateway, looking down at the large building before his cold and dark orbs drifted away to analyse the rest of the surrounding area. To the left of the building was a large, inclosed football field with more than a few metal frames with nets attached to them. Next to that was a rugby pitch which doubled as a running track. Surrounding - what the raven thought was a school, were several benches and tables that would have been used as a lunch table for the students. All around the school was a large walk way leading around the full perimeter of the building.

The raven's alert and analysing black eyes locked back to the old school building, narrowing in thought as he calmly took the stairs leading from the broken and beaten back gate to the impressive modern styled school. In the raven's time and from experience: the eighteen year old had lucky when it came to these old schools - there were usually a small amount of edible food, weapons from different teaching departments and water filled plastic tubs with a bottle-top lid from the old water machines in their lunch halls. Shopping centres or even just the small shops were abundant in food and clothes as well.

The raven didn't exactly need these things at the moment but they would come in handy later when everything like food, water and ammunition ran out. The teen often found himself comparing his actions to that of a raven's. The only exception being that he didn't take things that looked pretty and shiny but were useless, the teen took items that he deemed necessary to prolong his survival in this disaster of a world.

The raven's grip found his katana to ready himself for what hid behind one of the back doors to the school. Using his free hand, he pulled open what he guessed was the school's fire exit and propped it open with his shoe to examine the long corridor presented in front of his charcoal eyes. Licking his lips, the raven made no hesitation to call down the corridor, his whistle echoing and bouncing off the empty and silent walls. Standing patiently, the older teen hummed to himself before stepping inside, letting the door shut behind him when no other sound met his ears. The exit door heavily closed with a loud bang that reverberated along the corridor, however the raven's presence no longer blessed the corridor as he had made a sharp turn into one of the rooms: a home economic store cupboard filled with foods and cooking supplies like pot, pans, knives and utensils.

Humming to himself approvingly, the older teen removed his holdall from his shoulder opening the zip and left it by the door. Taking the few steps that were needed to reach the cupboards above the counters, he pulled them open, examining everything from their edibility to their smell. Since this was a school, the raven had found many dry ingredients for recipes such as flour and sugar, potatoes, onions and dried lentils, beans and peas as well a good amount of pasta. The raven also grabbed a pan so that he could cook a wide variety of meals and a fairly large bottle of cooking oil nearing it best before date: only a few months away. But he could work with it. The raven could use the oil rationally and re-use it too. It would last longer that way.

Pleased with his findings, the raven zipped up his bag and decided he'd better look around for other useful things. He might even stay the night if the raven deems the old school safe and secure enough. Pushing on the raven inspected the ground floor. Looking for the staggering, stumbling and shuffling undead corpses and exterminating the few that had stayed in this school.

After a good half hour, the raven found himself on a balcony like space outside the library. It had a tolerable view so the raven stood by the stone barrier around the balcony, closing his eyes and letting a small breeze brush against his face and dance with his black locks framing his face. Breathing in the wind, the teen ignored the smell of rotted corpses and burned cars or houses, relishing in the fresher feeling of the air from this height. He listened to the breeze blissfully: it's soft whistle and soothing voice, the rustling of autumn leaves that dragged across the pavement or clung desperately to their assigned branches. But it was peaceful.

'Rare to find...' The teen mused as he drunk in last remains of sweetness. He reluctantly returned to the inside of the library and to the shelters of the empty and lonely corridors, passing by doors to old classrooms and staff rooms where cups of cold coffee sat: untouched and alone. It was when the raven was reaching the stairs to led him to the last, highest floor when all of a sudden.

"Aaahhh!"

A blood curdling scream and a clashing crash was heard from beneath the floor the raven stood on. With speed almost natural to the raven, he flew down the corridor's stairs to the ground floor and towards the direction the scream came from all the while keeping himself alert.

"Fucking - ! Gah!" an exhausted voice cursed before a shot rang out. Followed by another. A curse then reload. Then another. And another. A round of cursed tailing the gunshots and a set of sprinting footsteps slapping against the hard floor of the school's corridor.

The raven was just nearing a corner when a kid, younger than himself, slid around the corner on his knees only to quickly position himself to face down the direction he had come to fire a round of shots, "Die zombie fuckers!" He snapped as he pulled out a sphere-like object, pulled out a ring attached to the tip with his pearly whites and threw it in front of him only to take cover behind the wall belonging to the corridor of the raven was running in.

An explosion and a cloud of dust and rubble billowed out of the corridor and the sound of concrete and more rubble collapsing and tumbling met his ears.

The blonde kid stood, wiping his hands on his thighs and slinging his shotgun on his shoulder just as the raven came to a stop and stood; watching the boy with a composed mask upon his porcelain face as he coldly stared at the boy.

Apparently, he had not been noticed in the younger teen peripheral vision so when the blonde turned to unknowingly face the raven and when his crystal blue eyes landed on coal orbs; the boy's whole being stiffened and his eyes widened to twice the size they had been previously and his mouth lay open in what the raven guessed to be shock. It has most likely been months since the kid had laid eyes on another homosapien.

The golden-haired boy was not only the one to stand in surprise. The raven obviously had anticipated in the possibility of meeting the one who emitted the scream earlier on but he hadn't prepared himself for actually seeing them not being torn into like a three-year old child with a McDonalds Happy Meal. But unlike the blonde, the raven didn't feel happy, relieved or giddy at all. In fact he felt sullen, grumpy and detached from the stranger in front of him: and he clearly showed it on his face. Secretly he was fuming and seething at the fact that he had to blessed with acquainting himself with the boy. He would have been perfectly content with the absence of another human being because that would save him becoming attached and having to converse with the person. There was, however, that little itch in the back of his mind say that having some company wouldn't be all that bad - if he met the right person he might be able to make use of their unique and aiding abilities.

Maybe that person was this blonde kid.

But that blonde kid so absorbed on the raven teen three feet in front of him; taking in every little detail from his jet black hair to the estimated size of his feet that he was totally unaware of and oblivious of the flesh-eater stalking around the corner towards the boy.

Luckily for the young teen, the corpse never got within arms length of him before it's head had been expertly pierced through it's right eye and brain: the katana only centimetres away from the his head.

His ears picked up what would have been a sharp intake of breath but instead of a gasp the edged inhale of air caught in the boy's tan throat.

The sick, yet pleasing, sound of the raven's sword sliding out of the now dead zombie's head was music to the older teen's ears and he watched blankly as the corpse fell to it's knees and landed off to the blonde's left; landing with a dead thud.

The eighteen year-old removed his katana from the kid's personal space before wiping off the black and brown marbled liquid with a soft cloth tied to the wide, leather belt that held the katana's sheath before slowly sliding it in: curve down.

Not even a minute had passed when the older teen watched ocean eyes roll up, his legs weakly shake and his knees give out. The boy swayed slightly to the left with the intention of passing out only for the raven's pale arms to shoot out to catch the body falling his way.

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A Katana (if no one knows) is a Japanese sword.

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