Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Shingeki no Titan. I apologize for misread sentences or spelling errors. Characters are likely to be OOC.

I've decided to rewrite all of the chapters but chapter seven, to make it refined and to make bit more sense. No worries, more chapters will follow after the rewritten chapters are posted. However, there will be multiple changes in dialogue and how the characters act or think.

The events that happened will still be the same, more or less, until chapter 6. Chapter 7 has been taken out completely. Petra's group will meet them but at a different time and place. I'll keep the other version of the story up but other than that, I hope you enjoy the story.

_Rewritten_

Chapter 1: Prologue

When I went to bed, I was in my bedroom and drunk from all night drinking. I got home around 3 o'clock in the morning.

Then I woke up, hungover, because of an explosion in the near distance. I slept through the entire day and woke up at night around 9 o'clock; I pulled the curtains back to stare at the burning city. It was literally burning like the sky was red with fire ashes, and smoke masked the stars and moon

'This is what happens when I get drunk. The world ends,' I thought as the pounding in my head thumped. I scratched the back of my head whilst letting out a tired yawn, as I let go of the curtains for it to sway back into place. Screaming could be heard in the distance but went ignored as I walked to the fridge to drink orange juice, straight from the carton.

'Why leave the comfort of my home, to get eaten? Fat chance. So back to my bed, I go,' I thought to myself as I dragged my feet back to my room. I sat on my bed, and grabbed the medicine bottle that sat on the side of my bed. I often went drinking so I always kept a form of medicine to help with my hangovers. I turned on the TV, it was static before I got to a channel.

Mayhem has set across the world…

The undead coming back to life…

Panic succumbs everyone…

All citizens are required to stay inside of their homes until further notice…

I was flipping from channel to channel until it went completely into static. I stared at the static TV for a while. Seems like the start to a horror movie. ''At least, I'm not that blonde chick who goes running out to the streets to figure out what's happening. Damn, stay away from screaming and you're fine.' I thought before I went to sleep again. I pushed out my thought as I had much more bigger problems.

'Ugh, when will the pounding go away?'

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Time passes

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Crash!

I opened my eyes, my hungover was gone thankfully, and I looked over at the closed door that leads to my living room. I heard voices on the other side. I wondered how I ended up on the floor tangled up in blankets.

"Oi, watch it. Do you want to wake the entire building?"

"Sorry—crap!"

I heard more crashes. Fuck, I hope they didn't break my vase. It was my favorite one too! I guess it was fate since it was a replica of the OHSHC vase. What a shame.

A scream came from one of the two people, it sounded feminine. *Snort*

I groaned as I managed to break out of my blanket prison. The cold air hit my bare skin. I didn't want to leave my warmth behind but they were going to destroy my entire apartment if I didn't get up. I finally stood up and walked towards my door. The door creaked, it couldn't be heard as the noises behind it masked its squeak. I didn't bother to be sneaky as I doubt it would be needed.

And I regret it as I could've got some food in my stomach before I intervened.

"Help! Somebody help me!"

When I opened the door, I ended up staring at a bloody dead—I hope he was dead, what a way to die!—body being eaten by another equally dead or undead person in the corner. I mean, he had flesh hanging off of his face that is inhumanly possible but who am I to judge? Although, he was eating a guy's intestines from a ripped open stomach possibly using their bare hands. So yeah, dead or at least, non-human.

Meanwhile, another person was pinned down by an undead lady, a silk black torn skirt with blood soaked into her white tattered shirt, that's gonna be a bitch to wash out. Good thing she's dead.

I stared at the dead lady, who desperately needed human flesh in her mouth—and not in the sexy way either. She was on top of a male who is very much alive, or I think he is since he was letting out girlish screams.

If the female wasn't dead, I would dare say they are getting very intimate. Sexy time, hours after the start of the world ending. Well you get what you can when there is a limited population.

I let out a small sigh. It has been less than five minutes of living in the 'new' world and already I'm sick of it. I went to my kitchen table where one of them left their weapon, a metal bat. Why would you put down your weapon when the area isn't cleared?

God damn idiots. It's Zombie Apocalypse 101.

I picked up the metal bat, covered in dried blood, and went up to the young male who is trying to avoid becoming a meal. Keeping the undead female who is all over him at arm's length but slowly, her chomping mouth inched closer to his face or neck. It's just a little taste, is what she would've been thinking were she still alive. Not sure which part tastes better and I rather not know…a little curious.

"Please help me. Please!"

The young male desperately asked for my help and I held a blank stare at the decaying female for a short second before kicking it across the room towards the open front door. It was pretty light for something that held a lot of strength to pin down a person.

It hissed at me, "Did you just fuckin' hissed at me?" I asked it but got no response.

I looked at its skin falling off of its face, like splat, splat, splat. It, she had sickly pale skin with its, her, trying not to be rude, dark blood dripping down onto my nice white carpet, I literally just cleaned it. She stood up, despite her ankle being twisted like, where does she get her sense of balance?

Damn…zombies are fuckin' amazing. Of course, I didn't get to ponder on this thought as she rushed at me only for me to step aside before swinging a hit at her head. Dislocated the head from the body and her body slumped down hitting the floor with a soft thud.

I heard the well alive male behind me let out a shudder.

"T-thanks, I thought I was done for. Um sorry for coming into your house," he said, kneeling on the ground as it would seem his legs have failed him and made him like a newborn lamb. Jelly legs!

Now I want some jelly now.

When I got a clearer look of him, he looked about fifteen or so. Short brown hair with big green eyes. He looked too innocent for this, like a rabbit. I looked over to his partner who was still being eaten. Is flesh that good that the zombie actually ignored my whole fiasco? I don't think I like the idea of that.

I kicked the undead into the wall, it snarled at me as if saying, 'you bitch, how dare you interrupt me?' I smashed its head in without hesitation.

'Who the hell does he think he is to say crap like that to me?!'

The blood from the head splattered on the wall looking like a painting. The body slumped down until it was in a sitting position. I hope it doesn't stain my walls that would be a bitch.

The other guy, the minutes ago alive guy, was half eaten. His organs were completely messed up, I can't tell where the stomach or liver is at now, but it doesn't seem like he'll be coming back alive anytime soon.

I think…

I nudged him with the end of my, yes it's mine now, bat.

"Tell me, since I have been asleep for most of the day. How long does it take for this to go to this?" I pointed at his not so alive friend to the now dead person. The young boy, at this point this is what he is, with no respect for other people's property, threw up on my floor. I let out a sigh, 'I did not clean that floor for it be dirty with human waste!' I waited for him to gain his bearings which took a while as he was really letting it all out. Like literally dumping out his entire stomach onto my poor carpet.

My carpet has seen hell, covered in blood, undead and human, and now human throw up—May kami have mercy upon its soul.

"Sorry about your friend but I may have to kill him" I told him whilst stressing the word 'friend' as I doubt they were actually friends. However I prefer to be outright with what I am doing as a way to show I am human still. People, a bunch of assholes whose opinions don't matter and likely dead, say otherwise about me.

"It is fine," He told me as he wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand. Gross. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity to know his reasoning. I can give a guess but I rather hear from him. I walked to the open front door, why didn't they close it when they came in?

I looked out, "Why is that?" I asked as I noticed a few of them down the hallway. They haven't noticed us, which I find concerning. I shut the door and pushed my couch up against the door. I am not taking chances. Ms. Zombie over there looked extremely strong despite having her skin fall off.

"He was just some guy I met up. I lost my sister and now I'm trying to find her. We got separate through a fire and he kind of picked me up. He is a bit of an asshole in all honestly, more than ten times he actually tried to kill me. I'm not what you call survivor material so I ended up being his lackey. No hard feelings if you kill him," he told me with no remorse or grief.

I wiped my hands off of any dirt on my skirt, I have yet to change clothes from last night drinking. I 'ohed' as I moved to my window and pulled back curtains to look at the bright sun mocking us, showing us what the world has become instead of throwing us into darkness like any other entity would. Why must they or it be so nice?

I pulled the window up with a little effort behind it, they tend to get stuck as it is an old apartment building. It's a wonder that this building manages to stand so upright with no problems whatsoever. Then again, a part of the third floor fell to the second floor and water pipes went down so no showering or drinking water. Then the boiler room broken down so we had running water but no hot water.

"I see…I'm just going to throw him out because I rather not further stain my carpets," I told him as I dragged the dead male intruder, along with other dead bodies, out of my living room and through the open window now. I leaned out of the window to peer at the pile of dead bodies below us now. It would be a bad idea as the boy could easily push me out but I doubt he would strong enough. I would love to see him try though.

"Well, I need an update on the real world. I have been in hibernation, so to speak," I told him while walking to the kitchen sink to wash my hands completely. I lifted up my hands to inspect them and was satisfied with my clean hands. I don't like the idea of dirty blood on my hands plus they smelled really badly. I yawned as I took in the fresh musty air of the undead. 'It smells like a strip club…and I would know,' I intook the smell before I closed the window and sat on my couch that was plopped up against the door.

"Well…" he began to explain to me.

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Times passes

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"So a virus spread, typical! Government can never be trust. You would've thought scientists learned from movies that developing viruses would eventually lead to outbreaks and destroy humanity. Not that I care much about humanity. A complete pain to be honest. On a lighter note, why are you still here? Shouldn't you be looking for your sister?" I asked him as I ate some leftover rice with pork on top. Here I was thinking that I could get more groceries 'tomorrow' but my plans have been ruined. Damn. No more fried rice.

I held up my plate of food to him, out of courtesy. He stared at it for a while before turning pale. The infected blood was still in the room, painted the walls so I guess it hinders his appetite. I shrugged at him before taking another bite.

More for me.

He looked down at his hands, he was sitting across from me. I continued to eat my food, no empathy from me whatsoever.

"…I won't survive out there on my own. I only got this far because of him but now he's dead and I don't know what to do now," Oh my kami, he's about to cry and I don't know how to handle an emotional teenager. I just decided to ignore the fact he had watery eyes and his bottom lip trembled. If I don't look, I don't have to do anything. I think that's how it works.

It was silent in the room and I was not one for silence. I will talk to myself if I have to. It's a wonder how I haven't end up in a mental asylum. I decided to speak as I figure out that I am the grown up and I kinda want to move past this awkward silence.

"Hm, I see. Well you lucked out, I'm not gonna run around the city on a quest. I only need basics and I'll live out my days in this apartment without a care in the world. No bills to pay, no stress of dealing with people, and on the bright side, I don't have to pay back the money I owe to some sketchy people," I said to him as I took the last bite of food because he was skeptical of me for a moment, "I'm joking but you get my point." I set my plate aside as I wipe my mouth with the back of hand. I wasn't technically sanitary, I only washed my hands because I wasn't sure how the zombism works. Does it transfer through fluids? Bite? Scratches? The possibilities are endless.

"No family or friends?" he asked in disbelief, I was brought out my thoughts and I wasn't pleased with his question. Does he want to bond over the lack of family? Well he's barking up the wrong tree.

I stood up to grab dessert, going to the fridge to grab some pudding, oh holy pudding, oh how lovely it is.

"Define family? Someone who is related to you through blood. If so, no. Where is it?" I looked through my fridge to find the pudding cup.

"Friend wise, I have plenty of whom are like family. However they live in different of Japan and the World. Am I worried? Not in the slightest. I have complete and utter confidence that they can handle themselves well-where is it!" I kicked the fridge and a dent was left in it. Oops.

"It's not here. What in the actual hell?" I growled angrily as I slammed my fist onto the counter top, it cracked slightly.

"U-um, are you okay?"

"No, no, I am not okay. My pudding is gone- oh wait, its right here" All anger left my body as I saw my pudding in the far back of the fridge. When I kicked the fridge, the door came unhinged and I saw the pudding cup through the gap. I grabbed it from the back and happily ate it. Sweet chocolate goodness.

"Um?"

"Oh I love pudding or sweets for that matter. It's a bit of a stress reliever, like some people would get drink alcohol. And I just really like pudding. Anyway, I don't care if you decide to stick around but I'm not responsible for you. And don't touch my sake and we're all good," I said before going back to my bedroom where I went to sit back down. Maybe this is a horrible dream. Who knows? A little nap never hurt anyone.

Then again, I went to bed last night drunk and the world was shitty. Once I woke up, the world literally became shit. So no real difference. Oh kami, why couldn't I have died from alcohol poisoning and never woke up. Oh well. Now I can sleep in without my boss bitching at me. There's the silver lining.

I sat down in my bedroom. I noticed that my shirt was covered in blood. I should probably change. I rather not get my bed all dirty or sticky. I got up and went to the closet where I changed into a black shirt with red basketball shorts. I took off my shirt when a familiar piece of metal hit my chest. I took into my hand, it was a dog tag with numbers behind it.

I let out a small sigh, 'Great, now I'm worrying about them. They'll be fine, they can handle themselves, and unlikely to die…' I tried to reassure myself. It was a horrible attempt. I shook my head of any negative thoughts. Worry about myself, they're thousands of miles away from me. Let the insanity come back to me. I prefer it over sanity, where's the fun in that? Worrying endlessly about someone who isn't anywhere near you. Plus, why should I worry about people who left me behind? However, there was only one who I worried about as I rubbed the ring on my fourth finger right hand for reassurance. She isn't meant for this world, but she's heaven knows where now.

I laid back down, ignoring the boy outside of my bedroom. I shouldn't be worried about him. Not my problem. I was not about to be pulled into some ridiculous mission on find his sister hence saving the world, highly doubt it, or some crap like that. I ain't no damn main character.

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"I need to find some sake" I told him out of the blue. It is the next day, I didn't bother to speak to him until now. Sake is my favorite alcoholic drink to pass the time. Whiskey, vodka, beer, cocktails and so on are good but sake is a bit of a nostalgic drink for me. Now I'm not going to help him whatsoever but I won't push the idea out of dumping him off somewhere. He knows where I live so I can't exactly abandon him somewhere and I'm not a horrible enough person to let him die to the undead or kill him. Killing is reserved for assholes. Sadly, he isn't one, even if he did break into my apartment. So might as well try to find his sister, my way of course.

"Um, why?" he asked me as if this is the weirdest reason to risk my life. It is but I'm crazy like that.

"I like sake plus the faster we find your sister, the better you leave me alone. And we depart and go about our merry way. I'm not completely heartless…more or less," I said to him as I walked over to the kitchen to pick up my bag that sat in the corner.

"You'll help me!" He asked surprised but happy. Kami, I shouldn't have turned around. His disgusting expression, so damn happy like a puppy getting a new bone. It's sickening. So much brightness, I'm starting to regret this.

"Yeah, but if we get into a tight spot as much as I'm not heartless. I'm not sticking my neck out for you. Understood?" I told him as I put the bloodstained bat on the table. I stuffed my bag with the basic items: food supplies, medical supplies, water, extra clothes, and my personal items.

"Oh, right, of course. Well I'm still thankful for your help," he told me as he walked to where I was as I secured my backpack, clicking it shut. I threw my backpack over my shoulders and I clicked the straps over my upper chest and stomach, to secure it. It was black bag and it has a pink tape strap on the left and neon green strap on the right, to identify it as mine. At least if someone attempts to steal it and is dumb to keep it like such, I can kill them on sight. Brutal but I don't like having my stuff stolen.

I wore a plain black t-shirt with cargo dark greens pants and combat boots. The best combination for night time and somewhat for daytime. You never know where we might end up at. Gotta be prepared.

"Where did you get that?" he asked pointing to the metal necklace that can be clearly seen against the dark clothing material.

"A reminder of my younger days," I told him as I put inside of my shirt, keeping my answer short. He nodded satisfied as he got his things pack up and I opened up the window that I had thrown dead bodies out of, the day before. I should just break it and covered it up with cardboard or something like that. It's annoying to open, it keeps getting stuck at certain points.

"How are we going to get out through the window?" he asked curiously as there was no fire escape by my window. I went back into my room and pulled out a twenty-five foot rope. I had a grappling hook and I hooked it to the window then tugged on it to ensure the safety.

"Why do you have a rope? Do you go rock climbing or something?" He asked bewildered as if it wasn't something people keep in their homes.

"I like a little roleplay, and a little bondage," I responded with a grin. He merely gave me a look whilst taking a step back. I have hobbies, what can I say?

"Alright, I'll go first and you follow and try not to attract anything," I warned him as I climbed out, I had heat resistant gloves for easier sliding. I slide down the rope and landed on the dead bodies with a thump. Jumped off of the pile and looked around to see none had noticed us. I tugged on it again, I whistled softly, he looked out and nodded.

I yawned, 'Now where was the nearest place? Let's see.' I thought as I looked around. The nearest store was less than a mile away but the other store had good liquor and had my favorite sake. It's about five miles out. Hm. Fuck it. If we have to walk five miles then we're walking five miles.

While I was enclosed with my thoughts, I didn't realized that there was an infected behind me. I heard the soft growl and immediately did a round house kick sending the infected into trash cans which was bad. Metal hitting metal echoed in the alley hence attracting them just as the boy landed on the ground.

"Um, we got infected coming in. W-what do we do?" he asked panicking a bit. Well I would too if I knew I was about to be eaten alive or worse but this is not the time to freeze up or panic. I'm not about to become dinner just yet. I inhaled and exhaled slowly, just as slowly as they were walking. I didn't bother with the grapple hook as I was confident no one would come across it. Even if they did, I had crap in my apartment so tough luck. I took out my bat which is secured in-between the straps, it makes for a good hold if you get it just right. Slide in and doesn't fall out so easily, easy access.

"Okay, before we get started. Tell me boy, what's your name?"

"H-huh? Oh Eren, Eren Yeager"

"Well Eren, my name is Sakura. You are about to be on the ride of your life. Stick close and try to keep up, and maybe you'll survive. Ready?"

I gave a shit eating grin at him. He looked worried, he damn well should be. I was about to fuck up his world within the time we are together. As a skilled fighter, I never panic in a place where my strength can make it through. As an experienced psycho, I can think of multiple ways to get out of a tough situation, some not so conventional. It is gonna be one hell of a time.

"Ready."

End of Prologue

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