Yay! I uploaded my crudtastic story to torture you with! First story, but don't use that as an excuse to hold back the criticism; I need all the help I can get. This was inspired by Agent HUNK's Night of the Living Fangirls. His is funnier, so go read it and its sequel.

Note: This is in journal form, so it won't always use proper grammer. It also may seem confuseing and full of plotholes, but it should clear up somewhat as it goes on.

I'm only gunna' use one disclaimer for the story cuz I'm lazy.

-I do not own any anime, manga, or video game characters/villages/other areas mentioned in this Fanfic. Those rights go to their respective owners. I also do not own Resident Evil and any of it's sequels/Franshise.

-I DO own all OCs, so no useing them without my permission.

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Day 1

I thought it was a joke.

Sure, They were becoming vicious, They might have killed someone, and They had the village surrounded, but it wasn't my fault. I never asked Them to cut us off from the rest of the world. I never asked Them to chant my name as they tore at the village's walls. It wasn't my fault.

Was it?

I don't deserve to be kicked out of the village. Neither does Sasuke or Iruka.

The Hokage's word is law though, and I must follow orders.

At least she let us get supplies before she left. That's where I bought this journal.

We've been detained in a holding cell to make sure we don't try and escape. At dawn we will be escorted out of the village and into Their hands. Even from in here I can here the moans; I'm not sure if we're going to live very long.

Day 4

Haven't had a chance to write since we left. Been to busy running.

We've found refuge in an old house. It seems safe but They are starting to gather outside.

Iruka got a nasty wound on his shoulder from one of Them yesterday. He's still alive, but feverish. Wound looks infected, doesn't bode well.

Day 5

We voted to leave tomorrow. It's for Iruka's sake; He's getting worse.

Day 9

As I'm writing this, I'm on a hill. Must move soon, or They will catch up to us. I'm only mentioning this because we can see the village from up here. I'm surprised were not farther away than this, but that's not the point.

Apparently, only a small chunk of Them followed us. Even from here I can see Them circled around the outer gate. Must be hundreds, certainly more than when we left.

Maybe it doesn't have to do with us after all.

Day 12

Iruka's wound is healed, but he's still feverish. Not much else worth mentioning.

Day 17

Had some time to think today. Mind kept going back to same question:

What are They?

Day 22

Near Wind-Fire border. Haven't seen one of Them in days. I would say we've lost Them, but something tells me not to get my hopes up.

Day 26

In desert now. Supplies running low. We should be able to get supplies in Suna tomorrow.

Iruka's fever broke. When we woke up this morning, he was using Sasuke as a Teddy Bear. I thought it was funny until he woke up; His eyes had this semi-crazed look to them.

I think I should keep my eye on him.

Day 31

Suna's overrun.

Found shelter in Kazekage's mansion. The surviving villagers are kicking us out, but not just us. They are also making that sand kid and his older brother leave. They say it's our fault, but I still can't see how.

They've given us some supplies. Not many, but it will do for now.

Day 33

Out of Suna now, barely escaped. Sasuke lost a leg, and the sand kid's older brother died. I think I know what They are now.

Fangirls.

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Anybody know who the Journal owner is? Huh? Anybody? I've already seen one plothole, the need of food and water. Answer below.

Heres my reasoning: For those of you who don't know, they're these things called Food Pills in Naruto. They are about the size of a piece of hard candy, but pack enought nutrients that you can go about three days without nessesities.