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Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, don't you think this would've happened already?

It was a peaceful day in Konohagakure. The birds were singing, Lee was doing push-ups, and Hinata was quietly plotting world domination.

Sakura was just getting off her shift at the hospital.

Peacful isn't what Sakura would describe it as, though. Naruto had somehow blinded himself with ramen broth, Kakashi had gotten his skull cracked in half by Tsunade-baa-chan, and Sasuke had gotten his face muscles stuck in the glaring position. She had told him on more than one occasion that if he kept doing that, they would stick like that, but did he listen to her? Noooooooooooooo! The mighty Sasuke-sama was above taking advice from a mere mortal like herself!

The end of the day couldn't come quick enough. All of this stupid shit was playing jump rope with her last nerve.

When that magical time of day finally came around, Sakura practically flew out of the hospital doors.

After running about a block, she slowed down into a more leisurely pace. Why not enjoy the walk home?

*~Super Awesome Time Skip~*

Her door was open, swinging on its hinges in the breeze. Someone was in her house. She looked down. Someone with muddy feet was in her house. A white hot rage with the intensity of a thousand suns was ignited within her soul. That would be hell to get out of the carpets.

Sakura pulled out a kunai. Whoever had made the mess was going to clean it up. Then, she was going to stab them in the stomach and watch as their own digestive juices poisoned them to death. It was a rather light punishment, considering what she did to the last person who had messed with her carpet.

With slow and steady steps, she crept through the door and down the hall. Whoever was here had left mud everywhere, obviously not caring if she found them there or not. That made her even angrier. Did they really think she was that incompetant? If Sakura hadn't been trying to be quiet, she would have broken out into evil laughter. The fucker was gonna pay dearly for their ignorance.

Sakura stopped in her tracks. What the fuck was that smell?! Had whoever tracked in that mud just laid down and died? If the stench was anything to go by, then yes, there was someone dead in her home.

She started walking again, making sure to follow the muddy tracks. Her vibrant green eyes scanned every square inch of the hallway, watching for signs of sudden movement.

It was her ears, however, that picked out the faint scuffle of feet in the kitchen.

Fists clenched, she stepped into the doorway, ready to tear apart the son of a bitch who had had the nerve to break into her home.

A pair of pale glowing eyes met hers. It was, by far, the ugliest thing she'd ever seen. The creature took deliberately slow steps towards her, and she found herself paralyzed with fear she didn't know she was even capable of feeling. So that's what she had smelled from the hallway...the reek of rotting flesh. Her eyes widened as she she realized just what that thing was.

A zombie.

But that was impossible! There was no way that zombies could be real. They were just the twisted brain children of people who didn't know what real violence was like. And yet, here was living, possibly breathing, proof that they were real.

At that realization, the room's temperature took a frigid nosedive.

She began to take slow, careful steps backwards.

The whole time, she kept her eyes on the face of the monstrosity.

It was one of the ugliest mugs she'd ever seen. The skin was so messed up that she couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. One word ran through her mind: moisturizer.

A low moan snapped her out of her vain thoughts.

It's mouth contorted awkwardly, gaining her access to a view of the inside of it's mouth. Sakura almost lost her lunch. All of it's teeth were an unhealthy black color and coated in something like green slime.

Thump

The sound of it's heavy step reverberated off the walls, making Sakura break out into a cold sweat.

Thump

"Braaaiiiiinnnnsssss!" it moaned again.

Thump

Sakura snapped out of her fear-induced paralysis

Not even bothering to scream (she didn't think her vocal cords were taking requests at the moment, anyway), Sakura backed away as fast as she could. She turned tail and ran like a bat out of hell.

Unknown to the pink haired medic, she had just broken the first rule in dealing with zombies. Never run away. That means you're afraid. Being afraid means you're human, seeing as only humans are scared of zombies. Cute little baby bunnies aren't even afraid of zombies. If you're human, you're food. That's basically how a zombie's mind works.

And it just so happened that our zombie friend was hungry. Very hungry.

The creature gave chase. With a swiftness you wouldn't ever expect of a zombie, it launched itself after Sakura.

Poor Sakura didn't even see it coming. The zombie was sucking her brains out before she could register what was happening.

And thus ended the pitiful existance known as Sakura. May she rest in peace.

Pssh! Yeah right! She's not resting at all! With a moan of "Braaaaaaaiiiinnnssss," Sakura's body stood up, already hungry for brains. Her and her creator exchanged a few moans that could be called the Language of the Dead.

"Welcome to you're new life as a zombie! I expect you're hungry?" He said in a cheerful voice.

"Yes. Do you happen to know where I might be able to find some brains?" Sakura replied, not at all weirded out by what he was saying.

"Actually, I do. I was just going to get some more. Would you like to come with me?"

"That would be wonderful! Thank you!"

With that, they ambled down the hallway and out into the street, looking for more brains to feed their insatiable hunger.

Who knew zombies were so polite?

So what do you think? I like it, but that's just because I wrote it. I wanna know what you people think! Review!

I'm also taking requests for different people you want dead! I would be happy to kill them off and add them to the ranks of my zombie army!

I love you all!

~Funky Bracelet Chick