Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, but I do own Cass. She is MINE. –maniacal laugh.-

A/N: Alright, to those of you who read Research, sorry to say for the time being, this will be what I'm working on as far as Naruto. I have to do a little research on it myself since I've sorta drifted out, but as this is going Very lightly off of an rp from way back, and I do mean lightly, I'll be working on it now and then. I deleted the rp so my mind is sort of making this up as I go. Enjoy. Also, this is actually the planned sequel to research. Due to the fact I had a few ideas, research should be done with in the next few days.

Zombies

I felt cold as my body was wet and soaked, the first things I noticed as I had become conscious. Coinciding with those feelings was pain, my arms and legs, torso, and head were heavy with the burning in my body. Slowly I forced myself to my hands and feet, my black cloak I had been wearing soaked with the river water now in it. My brown shaggy hair as it laid down to my shoulders hanging down around my face and sticking to it.

What the hell happened? Was all I could ask myself at the time, slowly I stumbled forward only to fall onto the grass just tipping the edge. Gripping it, I noticed lightly the red of the cloud in my cloak that littered the black had gotten darker from the water, the white lining the clouds and curving artistically muddied and dirtied.

It was gonna be a pain in the ass to clean up. Shoving myself slowly to my feet again I felt my knees try not to lock up. Leaning backwards I nearly fell if not for the abrupt leaning forward making my feet come onto the ground again. Shutting my eyes I fought back a groan as the pain intensified but slowly faded into an ache.

Taking in my bearings I saw a tree line a few yards ahead of me, looking left and right of me I saw it followed the river down the horizon. Coughing a little as I inhaled I hunched over and grimaced as rain was pouring and thrumming against my head. My foot struggling to do so took a step forward only to collide with something. Looking down I stared at my backpack that was just as muddy and soaked as I was. Crouching down, my knees screaming in protest, I opened it slowly and looked inside.

There went my Computer Science and English books… groaning I rubbed my dirty face and looked up at the stormy sky before zipping the bag back up and pulling it onto my back, almost falling on my face from the weight. Looking forward I saw there was mud in my hair and almost groaned out of exasperation. Come on already! It was bad enough I didn't know where the hell I was!

My legs shook again and I fought back a hiss before giving up and sitting on the ground. My entire body was as wet as a drowned rat, so it wasn't like a little more was gonna affect me. Reaching up I frowned as I took note my glasses were still on my face. Quietly I thanked the Walmart gods known as Eye doctors for tightening them before I had headed to college.

Speaking of which… I looked around me again as I stared at my legs that occasionally shook when I tensed them. I had a feeling I was No Where NEAR campus… my head bowed in my thoughts and I crossed my covered arms, taking note how heavy the cosplay cloak I was wearing had gotten with the weight of water.

A shiver ran through me making me shake lightly before thunder roared overhead making me jump. I looked up and stared as lightening streaked across the sky before I jabbed my pointed finger up in the air at it, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" It ignored me, I ignored it. We had an agreement.

There was a buzzing and something shocked me making me yelp. Looking through my cloak I saw my cell phone was still in it's strapped position to my hip, grabbing it I was soon shocked again making me throw it in the air then I let out a loud curse as it landed in the raging river.

That wasn't something I was getting back… I lifted my cloak back from my sitting position though to check for any real damages besides the aching that was constant in my form. Slowly I found that there were various bruises on me and I had a good feeling with how it hurt, my head wasn't that pretty either. My glasses remained fine though as I took them off and looked at them, not a crack or scratch on them, but the wearer was soaked and had bruises all over.

I had a feeling when my father told me he ordered the pair that could last through my treatment that they were gonna be damn near indestructible. Judging from their condition, I was right. Kudos to my father for knowing me all to well.

Another shiver went down my spine making me make a small sound as I slowly looked to my left and right one last time, making sure I saw no point of civilization in the distance before I treaded forward. The weight on my back from my books making it all the more harder to walk. Five steps after I noticed this I stopped all together and ripped my bag from my back and opened it. The books themselves wouldn't cost to much, as the important stuff wasn't with my bag…

Slowly I extracted the large Microsoft Office 2007 Guide Book and then chucked it over my shoulder with a shrug before giving the same treatment to my writing guide for college. If I managed to find campus again, I would be able to get new ones… And if I couldn't find campus, there was no need for them, so why carry the weight?

With a lighter bag on my back I moved forward again trying to discern if anything around me looked familiar. As I entered the woods though, I found myself all to hard pressed to find a single thing that might help me find out my location. They were all large, and held nice big trunks that I probably couldn't hug; nowhere near where I was currently living had such things. So more confusion wrought through my brain causing my head to hurt more.

I continued walking in hopes of something that might give way to what it was, the trees giving me at least a little shelter before I leaned against one and had to slide down to the ground it was planted in for a small breather. Taking one last glance around me and finding nothing, I let my thoughts turn to before I had woken up.

A snippy little voice snapped lightly in my mind in response to this, The one fucking day I decide to wear my goddamn Akatsuki cloak, THIS happens. I gave a raspy chuckle at the voice; really, I hadn't worn the cloak since last June when I attended a convention in Sandusky, Ohio. It was called Collasalcon and though some shit had gone down in it, and friendships were broken completely apart, it was a fucking blast. But today I had worn my cloak for my Asian Civilizations class. So my professor knew exactly what cosplay was.

He was hoping to use it in our new organization, or to have me use it rather, and help advertize the club at the next arts festival that was going to be taking place on Friday. I highly doubted I would be attending though… as this entire turn of events was saying I wasn't going to be doing much of anything for a bit. At least till I understood what was going on.

I wiped my glasses off with my wet cloak sleeve and shoved them back onto my face before lifting my head up and leaning it against the tree. My eyes shut as I reached back in my mind before the river and waking up all groggy and wet. It was foggy before it came to me slowly and surely. I had been on my way back from the Astronomy building,

There was a loud sound of a horn that had blasted through my mind as I continued to track through the events and paused at this before all I could recall was being stunned and pain. My eyes snapped open and I slowly let out a breath before leaning forward frowning.

I wasn't sure…

But I think….

Did I get hit by a bus?

My breathing stopped before I leaned back against the tree and stared up at the sky before looking left, then right, then tilting my head side to side in thought looking the opposite way my head tilted in my thought. I was pretty sure I was hit by a bus. So if I didn't survive, and ended up here… well um…

Where the hell was here then? My breather over, I got to my feet and cupped my hands, my harsh and hoarse voice carrying as I placed my cupped hands over my mouth, "HELLO?!" There was no sound except the thunder rumbling distantly over head. Not moving my head up but my gaze moving to the clouds I glared lightly and grumbled softly.

"Stop taunting me…" Lightening flashed again and through the trees I caught something out of the corner of my eye as the light shot through the many leaves. Moving quietly except for the occasional crunch of leaves, I soon found myself standing in front of two large crosses. One held a large cleaver like blade behind it, while the other had a scarf wrapped around it, drenched in water. An odd feeling of déjà vu' moved over me. I looked down at what I guessed was two graves to see the dirt was freshly dug up.

And then I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise as the dirt in front of the massive blade began to move. It was sort of like the movie The Mummy 2 when a hand shot out from the grave and launched forward. I saw blunt dirty nails dig in and stepped back, tripping and falling onto my ass as the hand almost clawed forward. A shoulder followed, and another hand and another shoulder came after that. Soon a dirty head pulled up from the ground to and lifted.

My eyes widened and my heart pounded as dark brown endless pits made eye contact with me. Lips pulled back into a firm snarl before a hand came and launched onto my foot and then found the front of the cloak. My form shaking as I was yanked forward and we were inches away from each other.

He opened his mouth, his breath reeked, and he let out a cough before he spoke lowly with a baritone voice to me….

And I couldn't understand him, not a word. My mind paused for a moment and I blinked as we stared before his eyes slowly shut and mentally the situation went into slow motion to me as he fell so his face was planted in my stomach.

Thunder rumbled lowly over head as though mimicking the man before I looked back up, lightening flashed and the darkness of the storm was lit up making my eyes turn back to his form to see the many gaping wounds on his back. My eyes turned back to the face in my stomach and I fumbled for a sense of what just really happened here.

After I finally grasped an answer, I slowly nodded my hand and crossed my legs so his face was lowered and his head hung between the opening they now made. Fisting my hand and putting it on my open palm, I nodded my drenched head in confirmation of my thought's conclusion.

Zombie.

The thunder gave a boom making me jump again and I looked at the form that was dirty, and soaked, not as much as me, but still soaked and slowly frowned. I looked around before back down at him. Now what the hell was I supposed to do? If he was zombie he was going to eat me. And if I was dead, well he very might well be one. I slowly grabbed his form and began to pull. For a dead guy he weighed a ton!

I managed to get the rest of him out of the dirt though and laid him on his side, his breathing was shallow…

Did zombies breathe? I shrugged lightly and then tensed up my lip in thought before looking around me and then back at him. If he was dead, and now alive, and I was hit by a bus, and I was here, was I a zombie too?

Blood was coming from him making me curious, but as I reached to his neck and felt a pulse, I paused.

Zombies didn't have pulses.

Well Shit! The snippy voice proclaimed, I frowned as the lightening striked and thunder came seconds later, Now what the hell do we do?

A/N: And that's the first chapter! Not that long, short, and sweet, depending on the contents will depend on how long the chapter is. So I hope you tell me what you thought, keep in mind this IS a comedy.