Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, only this storyline, my OCs and my artwork.

Summary: The Akatsuki planned to change the world. They planned to induce such catastrophic destruction onto the world that it would never be able to stomach violence again, and thus peace world reign. Their plan was to take place at a later date, however now the world faces an apocalyptic fate - and for once, it's not their fault.

Sakura, Ino and Hinata are fighting for their lives. They're scared and alone in a new world where walking out the front door is as much of a death sentence as locking yourself in. The government is nonexistent, families are torn apart and lives can be lost over the last can of food. But amidst the brain dead cannibals, rotting morals and chaos, the dawn is coming - and it's dressed in leather.

Zombie AU, modern AU. Rating T - M. A bit of horror, touch of drama and a dash of devilish romance.

Chapter 1

Sakura

No sooner had Sakura crossed the threshold between the changing rooms and the open corridor, her pager beeped with a nasal whine, informing her that her presence was needed in A & E. Considering the fairly tense atmosphere of the hospital for the past few weeks, it wasn't unexpected that her first reaction was to crinkle her nose apprehensively.

The majority of doctors and nurses avoided A & E shifts like the plague, especially the oh so dreaded nighttime shifts, but ever since this new virus came along, everybody had been on edge.

Bizarrely enough, even Sakura and her co workers didn't know what it was; to them it was classified with a numerical name and if anybody with the symptoms showed up they were to be immediately taken to CDC labs under the strictest quarantine regulations. Heightened emotions, increased activity in the sweat glands, high fevers, headaches, loss of mobility and vomiting, whatever it was, Sakura thought that it sounded like a relative to the rabies virus or something; it was certainly resulting in more back to back shifts than the ebola outbreak ever did.

The doctors that had come into contact with these patients were also screened and checked over, though despite the unusually high security, the worst that had happened was a couple of the patients falling into rather sudden comas, or losing coherency.

Yet again, Sakura was especially glad that she didn't decide to become a virologist. This sounded like a pretty big season for them and all.

As she quickly spritzed her hands with the antibacterial foam that was available next to every door in the building, she used the time it took her to rub it in to survey the A & E's waiting area. Luckily, no wheezing, aggressive or vomiting people seemed to be present, and other than a young girl in obvious need of stitches and several groups of people surrounding friends that clutched various bleeding limbs, it was fairly quiet.

"BITCH WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING, I'M BLEEDING OUT OVER HERE!"

Whoops, spoke too soon.

Sakura channeled as much energy as she could into prevented herself from face palming, or walking straight out of the room and pretending that her pager was broken. Instead however, she walking towards the nurse behind the desk, who pointed down the familiar doorway behind her. "Sakura, Shizune's with a patient at bed three."

The pinkette managed a twitching smile. "Thanks. It's not the squealer, is it?"

"Sorry darling, hard luck."

Sakura sighed and trudged around the desk to pass into the A & E wards. She really needed more coffee in her system to deal with this. And perhaps a shower - back to back shifts did nothing for your pores.

As she walked towards the ever increasing string of curses that marked her destination, she passed beds of patients being attended to, the most concerning being a hyperventilating asthmatic. The thin thread of strawberry scented hair that had been tickling her forehead for the past hour had just been joined by another, so she hastily added a spare hair pin to her french braided bun (Hey, she had natural pink hair, what was the big deal about giving in a using strawberry shampoo as well).

She arrived at the bed labelled no 3, her eyes bulging at the sight that met her on the other side of the blue paper curtain as Sakura was faced with three of the scariest looking men that she had ever seen.

They were all clad in various layers of dirty leather and worn in denim, two standing and the one on the bed. There was the overwhelming scent of gasoline, cigarettes and something utterly masculine that seemed to take over the cubicle. Combined with the three unfamiliar men all suddenly snapping their eyes to her, Sakura was fighting the urge to make a break for the door.

The first was leaning against the white bar at the end of the bed, his large grip engulfing the pathetic metal. He was clad in black jeans with an oily sheen to it and a grey shirt tucked into a large buckle of an anatomically drawn heart. A large biker's jacket was slightly zipped at the bottom, the leather creased and mottled with green tones rather than fully black. There was also a grey bandana that had been woven around the lower part of the man's face and tucked into his jacket, so that the only dark russet skin she could see were of his hands and the parts of his face that weren't covered by the shaggy black mane. There were several tattoos wrapped around the wrists and fingers, a mockery of stitches that made his presence here rather ironic. Mossy green eyes that were far more calculating than hers were surrounded by angry red veins, leading Sakura to the conclusion that he was most likely on drugs. Judging from his size, possibly steroids.

The second man was directly in front of her. If possible, he was even taller than the first at around 6'4", and was leaning against the wall on the other side of the bed with his arms crossed over muscles worthy of WWE. Again, clad in standard men's jeans and a white T shirt, his torso was wrapped in a straining black leather jacket, with a navy stripe down each arm and shoulder.

But the thing that made Sakura's brain swirl in confusion was the fact that this guy's skin was blue. At first she vaguely remembered reading about a rare disorder called methemogobinemia; if there wasn't a third guy on the bed, she would have thought that she was supposed to diagnose him. But then considered that maybe it was some sort of patternless tattoo, as if the artist had just chosen a shade and coloured him in.

His brow was heavy and framed by a harsh, angular face sporting a style of dark navy hair. It was buzzed short at the sides and stuck up like a fin. As he looked down at Sakura with sharp grey eyes, she had a notion that he was the reason that there was so much road kill on the highway.

My. Freaking. God.

Somehow Sakura managed to breathlessly sigh a mental agreement with Inner while her physical breath was lodged in her throat.

Behind the first biker stood a dwarfed Shizune, who looked up from filling in her clipboard with a tired and rather relieved smile. "Dr Haruno! There you are. Sorry to cut into your break, but we're a bit low on hands back here." Shizune was her mentor at the hospital, as well as the supervisor for all the junior doctors. She herself was the apprentice of the legendary Dr Tsunade Senju, who was also the Chief of Medicine, and the idol of practically every med student to make it through college.

"Not a problem. What d-" Sakura started to reply before being interrupted by the same loud voice as before.

"You're kidding me right? The pink bitch is my doctor?!" Her jaw dropped at the same moment Shizune gasped, both women staring in outrage at their patient.

...Oh you have got to be-LET ME AT HIM!

I can't do that! I need to handle this professionally!

Professionally proshmeshonally, this asshole just insulted our roots, literally!

The final biker was lean and smaller than the other two, but by far her least favourite. His hair was slicked back and silver, the translucent colour practically glowing under the florescent lighting and fading into creamy normal looking skin. His own jacket was messily sprawled on the back of an empty chair next to the bed. Despite her impeccably masked scowl, Sakura could admit that he was rather handsome as well, ignoring the expression on his face; it was the sort of face that was always smirking or scowling, and in his mockery of her now it was a sort of mix between. The man's arms were bare because of the white wife beater he wore over muddy jeans, and a rosary hung in between his pectorals. His hands were propped upon a sliding table that rested above his lap and revealed the reason he was here. They were covered in bloody shards of glass, the organic liquid quickly being soaked into the paper covering underneath.

Shizune was the first to recover, her experience in years of dealing with difficult patients taking over. "Mr Tanaka, please treat my staff with respect. I can assure you that Dr Haruno is completely competent."

The Tanaka man snorted harshly, apparently ignorant of the pain his hands must be causing him (unless he was already doped up before he came). "Don't fuck with me woman. There's no way that she'd get away with pink drapes at work, you know - fucking hell, Kakuza!" He roared, his face having taken the brunt of the slap from the standing man with the covered face.

"Mind your goddamn mouth Hidan, and sit still for them."

"But-"

The newly appointed Kakuzu snarled, his eyes wrinkling with irritation. "I don't want to hear it. You keep your mouth shut or I'll sow it shut, you got that?"

Hidan was not submissive to that order, as he continued to hurl alarmingly detailed threats at his companion, Sakura managed to snap out of her horrified trance and get Shizune's attention again. After receiving a silent 'proceed', she collected the equipment she needed from the cart of sterilised utensils, and after putting on her gloves with a slap that she secretly enjoyed doing, Sakura silently set her equipment down on another portable work surface on wheels and pulled up the empty chair to sit in it. She didn't need to do anything else to gain the men's attention.

"What the fuck do you think you're-"

She curtly butted in, allowing a sliver of Inner to take over. "Sir, I am a qualified doctor with the standard amount of years as anybody else in my position. While you have to right to deject treatment from me, it would be simpler for everybody if you could just give me your hand, ok?"

There was a moment of silence; Sakura's eyes were starting to tear from maintaining level eye contact with Hidan's glare until he snarled. "Fuck that shit. You really th-"

"Hidan, just shut up and let her get on with it." The towering blue biker spoke for the first time, and Sakura was not surprised to hear the gravelly rough edges to his deep voice. He still hadn't moved from her position against the wall, arms still crossed as if he had turned to stone.

He was also staring right back at Sakura. It made her feel as if she had just been dunked in a shower of ice water, while her face and neck began to feel uncomfortably warm.

And then the pager in Shizune's pocket went off, and after she had given it a glance and cleared her throat, she passed the clip board to Kakuzu with a polite smile. "Excuse me, I'm needed elsewhere. If you could fill in Mr Tanaka's medical insurance info here. Dr Haruno, you got this?"

What!? FUCK NO! Don't leave us with the crazy ass bikers!

"I've got it covered."

"Good stuff."

And with that Shizune had disappeared out of the A & E ward, leaving Sakura alone with three rather scary and dangerous criminals (most likely). The three bikers looked down at her (even Hidan who was lower on the bed than her) and stared, like three hungry wolves watching the poor little bunny hopping into their midst.

Hey, hold up on the sissy bunny shit. You're the doc around here. This is your home turf, so bandage that motherfucker!

Sakura vaguely wondered why Inner sounded so much like Ino at the moment. Regardless, she did in fact put on her most professional mask and said calmly. "I'm going to have to take this out now; you'll need to be still, ok?"

The silver hot head curved his upper lip a little, but complied after the other two threw him dark glares. He rejected any form of painkillers, causing eye rolls from both his companions (what was that about?), and spent his time bickering with Kakuzu while she removed the glass, disinfected the cuts and sutured several rather deep wounds. Occasionally the man who was yet to have a name spoke up, usually to join Kakuzu in telling Hidan how much of an idiot he was. Every time he did Sakura had to constantly stop herself from making him the focus of her vision. She was half certain that she had seen a glimpse of serrated teeth. How long had that taken to file down?

She finally finished bandaging the second hand, and began clearing away the mess as she talked. "All done. The stitches will need to be replaced in two weeks, so you'll have to make an appointment with the nurse at the desk." Hidan huffed something under his breath that she didn't particularly care to hear, so she absorbed herself in thoroughly checking over the form the Kakuzu had filled out for Hidan. It said something about them that the darker man was able to fill out all the details of his friend without having to ask. That or this was going to turn into some insurance fraud that she definitely did not need on her plate right now. Or ever.

"Is that all you need?" Kakuzu asked, in a much politer tone than that of his friend.

Sakura plastered on her best 'kindhearted doctor' smile. "Yep. You're free to go, be careful with the hands, alright?"

Hidan sent her one last glare. "Whatever bitch." He was followed out by Kakuzu, who sent a vaguely apologetic look (it was hard to tell with the crazed veiny eyes and bandana covered face), and finally the last unnamed giant. He followed his companions with the same loud clunking all their boots gave off, but at the last second turned and grunted "G'night." He flipped his colourless gaze over her once more, and then he too was gone.

A heavy breath puffed through her lips.

Holy fuck, we need a break.

I wholeheartedly agree.

Hey! Thank you for reading this, I'm going to get the obligatory 'please review' rant done now, so blah blah blah review favourite follow blah blah blah done.

This has been an idea roaming through my head for a while, especially since I haven't seen many Akatsuki or Naruto zombie pics around (I'm sure they exist though). The style I'm going for is not especially fluffy and happy; its going to be quite influenced by the Walking Dead, so quite dark, rather gory and a bit of a saga to be honest.

I feel like it's a bit obvious already, but basically, its KisameXSakura, but a slow burn that focuses more on the characters journeys in the apocalypse.

Oh, and since its AU and modern, there's ninja shit (as much as I love a bit of jutsu).

Predominantly, this story is going to follow Sakura, Hinata and Ino. They're kind of a pack, and the first few chapters will be set the stage and such pre major outbreak.

Anyway, hope that you guys enjoyed this!

Love,

Renzin xo.