Preface / Prologue

Sakura wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and reached back to her bun to make sure it was still in place. She bent front and seized the screwdriver in her hand. She span it on the item she was holding and pushed the screw in as hardly as she could.

"This one shall do," she muttered quietly as she let the screwdriver fall back in the toolbox and observed her masterpiece.

It couldn't be identified as something normal at the beginning due to multiple wires covering it. However, if you would look closer, you could actually realize that this was a handmade phone or just a communication item. It had taken her almost two days to complete it but her creation was getting her one step closer to freedom. Her plan was to construct some kind of walky talky which could detect an active cellphone or another walky talky. She had tried to find the biggest antenna in her house and she had to use her cable's since it could connect with any active communication service located miles away.

Sakura swallowed a shaky breath and held the device carefully. What was she supposed to do now? Send out a message and see if anyone could answer? Better than nothing.

The girl pressed the button in the center and brought the device close to her mouth, "Hello. My name is Sakura Haruno and I-"

She paused herself and stared blankly at the masterpiece. Her mind had gone blank in a matter of seconds after she had first spoken to it. There was a slight chance for her to be saved by someone if she would choose her words carefully. After all, people were terrified and there was no way they were going to get out of their houses in order to save a mere college student like her.

Sakura pressed the button again and, with determination running in her veins, she brought it close to her mouth for once more.

"Hello, survivors. My name is Sakura Haruno and I'm one of the few survivors of the city of Tokyo in Japan. If anyone. . . If anyone can hear this, please answer and let me know where you are."

She removed her finger from the button and waited. One minute. Three minutes. Five minutes. Nothing happened.

"I know. . ." she started again, feeling her own self tearing up at the thought of it. "I know you're probably scared and alone, terrified from everything that is happening right now out there. I can understand. I realize that you're in pain and you want to end all of this right now." She paused to wipe her eyes from the tears which had started to form and were blurring her vision, "But let's team up and face the difficulties. Together. Over."

She sat cross-legged on the pavement with the device on her lap, eagerly waiting for a response. Hours passed by and she silently stayed there, her body twitching from time to time for her bloodflow to continue normally again. Yet, to her, it seemed like centuries had passed since she had sent this decisive message. Her last action was to glance out of a small opening of her closed window which made her realise that the night had finally fallen.

That the world was much more cruel than she had thought.

. . . . . .

Shelves. . . empty. Cupboards. . . empty. Fridge. . . empty.

Sakura felt the tears brinking to the sides of her eyes and this time, she let them fall down freely. She was utterly frustrated with everything; herself, humanity and the absence of food in the house. She had her last meal last night and as much as she was searching, she couldn't find anything else left. Not even a chunk of bread or a can of standardized cheese. Two days since she had sent out the message yet no reply was received.

Sakura was getting desperate. She had no way out of this hellish apartment, out of this devastated country. Her only way out was terrifying. Yet, it seemed logical to her right now. Death.

She couldn't let herself become food for those flesh-eating monsters or she would never forgive herself. She didn't want to become one of them. She didn't want to kill anyone. All she wanted was to get away.

As she rested herself on her couch, she examined all the options possible. There was no person to help her out as she had examined all the other rooms of the apartment complex from her window or from the sounds; all she had heard was snarling noises and all she had seen was moving corpses on the streets. Getting out all by herself was automatically setting her as the next meal of the walking dead. One last option lingered in her mind. . .

The girl lifted herself up from the couch and steadily approached the kitchen. It took her less than two seconds to find the item she was searching for. She seized the kitchen knife on her hand and stared with interest at both of its sides.

Sakura returned back in the living room and stood in the middle of it. Suddenly, she began walking towards the shelves besides her TV and paused her step when she was right in front of them. Her hand immediately grabbed the framed picture with two persons standing right in the middle. Their smiles was what she cherished the most and she wished their happiness was still existent.

"Thank you, mom, dad."

Letting the frame back on the shelf, she bent down to catch a picture which was showing her together with another person. They were side-hugging each other and bright smiles were plastered on their careless faces, not caring about a thing.

Sakura pressed her finger on the second person who appeared to be a boy with spiky brown hair and red markings on his cheeks. He was winking playfully at the camera, like he was telling her to follow him up to his room. The college girl laughed at this thought; she was longing for the days when she was partying so hard that she was returning back to her house the next noon.

Without leaving the picture back to its place, Sakura lied herself on the floor covered with a white matress while she placed the picture on her tummy. She closed her eyes peacefully, "Thank you, Kiba. I will never forget about you."

Tightening her grip around the hilt of the knife, she held it right in front of her chest like a mother would hold her baby in a playful manner. She swallowed the hard lump which was formed previously in her throat and realized what she was ready to do. The thought of death itself was frightening, let alone killing yourself.

"Now, it will take us only a second and then. . ." Sakura muttered to herself, trying to soothe her body for the upcoming impact. "We'll go to heaven together with all the nice people. . . Yeah. . ."

Sakura was ready to take down the knife and end her life. She let out the breath she had been holding for quite some time and began relaxing her grasp around the knife.

A muffled sound near her ear disrupted her actions and caused her to scream in surprise. By instict, she pushed herself to the side and found herself staring at the item which had producted this kind of acute noise. The device she had completed constructing two days ago was leaving some glitching sounds, like it was malfunctioning.

The device was resting in her hands in the next moment and she found herself waiting for something to happen besides this monotonous muffling sound. And it did.

A familiar greeting in her language startled the living hell inside of her and awakened her urge for life for once more.

"Hello?"

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New fan fiction out when I have a dozen of others to update? . . .meh, who cares. I'll still continue this baby because why not~ If you haven't already found out, this is a Naruto zombie apocalypse AU which features my favorite canon ship, SasuSaku! Or is it?

So, what do you guys think of it? Still waiting for your opinions or whatsoever uwu

Dedicated to Kit_Katzzz for being one of the bestest persons in the whole world, a crazy SasuSaku shipper and a zombie addict. My long-lost sister, no? [Told you I was going to make a SasuSaku fan fiction, didn't I?]