A/N: This is my first Naruto fanfiction. This chapter may be a little short but I will try to get the next chapter up soon. Also, this fanfiction takes place after the time skip.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto…but I do own a couple of characters that will be introduced.
Left to Die
I lay on the cold, snow covered ground. The temperatures were below freezing. It was just my luck to be out, dieing in a blizzard, next to frozen corpses and mutilated bodies. No one was going to come looking for me; no one was left. Everyone who once knew me was either dead or dieing.
The howling wind could be heard against the ruins of the newly destroyed buildings. I wasn't born when the village was built, but I had been around during the times of remodeling and construction. Of all the things I would miss about the village, I would miss the village, itself, the most. I had always hated the people here, so it made no difference to me that they were now dead.
I winced in pain as my body jerked, due to my muscles that had started to spasm. Blood soaked the snow around me. It wasn't only my blood, but that of the villagers also.
I knew I really wasn't going to last much longer in this environment. My mind had started to wander into the recent past. It had only been a day or two ago that my life had been normal…right? How long has it been since the village was attacked? A single tear slide down my cheek and froze. I had nothing else to live for now. My thoughts all seemed fixed on a quick death, but it didn't seem like it was going to happen that way.
My body had gone numb as the hours went by. Or was it days? I couldn't tell any more. Some part of my body kept me informed that I was going in and out of consciousness. My mind had slowed, and I couldn't think in a pattern without extreme concentration. I later remember asking myself why I wasn't dead yet. At some point I could sense that the blizzard had dissipated.
Sometime during the night, though, I couldn't tell you the day, I had regained consciousness long enough to open my eyes. What I saw could only be described as bright orange lights, almost like torches. I didn't think anything of it, because at that point all thought patterns seemed lost to me.
But some how, my heart started racing faster. The lights were getting bigger…no they were getting closer! This was it I was finally going to die. I had a vague thought that if I didn't get my heart rate under control I was liable to blackout again. Some part of me knew that if I fainted now, the orange lights would go away forever, and leave me there in the dark.
My eyes stayed open long enough to see a dim figure in front of me holding one of those orange lights. Another wave of pain rolled over me and my whole body jerked. Then I heard some sort of noise, some sort of frantic yelling from the figure in front of me. I couldn't quite make out the words, but I knew somewhere deep within me that was still alive, I wasn't alone anymore.