Title: just breathe
Dedication: To Zombieland for the idea. Annnnd, food; of course.

Note: Hello cutie. This is going to be zombie drabble!verse. So yes. If you guys would do be a HUGE favor and review. It would make me super happy. I want to become a better writer and you guy only favorite or alert my story, I don't know what you guys like. I really want to know what you guys like about the story, what you don't, what I can approve on. And, if you do that, I will do something for you. Like dedicate a chapter or write you a one-shot. It would mean a lot.

-just breathe

Nimble fingers curled around the large firearm, eyeliner covered eyes opened to look at the dead body. Biting her lip and wrinkling her button nose she stared down at the bloody body. She always hated zombies.

"Bastard," she whispered, pulling her hair back into her messy ponytail.

At the age of eighteen, she still couldn't keep a boyfriend. Tears prickled her eyes as she looked back down at the, once beautiful man, and she once again scorned herself for getting attached. Her head snapped up when she heard the sound of a car coming right for her. The car stopped a little way from her and the door was opened.

She cocked her gun and placed in front of her eye, watching warily. A big boot stepped onto the pavement and then a tall figure was exposed to her.

"Hello," she drawled.

She watched the tall figure pull out a cigarette from behind his ear and stick it into his mouth. And, she decided he was okay, so she put her gun to her side and strolled over to him.

"Sakura," she murmured sticking her hand out. "My name is Sakura."

"Naruto," he smiled taking her hand, "Hello."

She nodded her head, red lips parting and white teeth showing, "It's nice to meet you."

He tilted his head letting rings of smoke come from his mouth. He nodded over to his truck and looked back at the short haired girl. And he realized that gun was almost as big as her.

"Y'need a ride?" he wryly said, cigarette on the side of his mouth. "I have room, in my car."

And, Sakura deiced that this guy was decent, so she took it.

"Sure."

As she got into the black Hummer, the first thing she noticed were guns. Not just one or two but dozens. And bullets, so many bullets.

"I hope you're not a rapist," she hummed. "Because that would suck."

Naruto turned his head to her, lips twitching, and said nothing.

"Totally."

Okay, so maybe it wasn't a very good idea to drive with Naruto. First he stopped at every store to look for ramen. And, he drove like a man who just broke out of a crack house. She really didn't want to die at the age of eighteen.

"I was just asking," she hissed. "for you to drive more slowly."

"I was just asking you " he hissed back. "To shut up."

She stopped walking and made faces behind his back, and then she heard it. Grunting and gurgling. She cocked her gun holding it in front of her and pointed it at the direction of the sound. But before she could shoot a gun blared through the empty store.

A man with long black hair, tied back, walked over to the body and shot it in the head again. Sakura stared, amazed and then she saw the guys face. And, he was.. Well, hot.

"You should pay attention," he spoke to them. "Or you'll get killed."

"I was going to shoot." she said, a tone that would be considered rude. "Dumbass."

Naruto sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Sakura just didn't know when to shut up.

"Hm," the black haired man hummed. "I could kill you."

He pointed his gun at Sakura, and smirked when he saw her eyes show the tiniest hint of fear.

"Sakura," Naruto's voice rang through the small store. "Lets go."

Someone's gun cocked on the back of Sakura's head and a deep voice spoke, "I wouldn't go."

Sakura froze in place and green eyes widened.

"Itachi," came the voice, dry. And then, a figure was pushed in front of Sakura.

"Don't push me, Sasuke!" her voice was shrill and she flicked him off. "Such rude brothers."

Sakura's arm was pulled into a tight grip. She looked down at the feet behind her and noticed the black skinnies and black and white converses. She shuffled her brown boots and leaned her head back.

"Listen," she hissed. "I'm not really in the - ow!"

She yelped when the grip on her arm was being twisted.

"Listen," the voice was bouncing off the walls. "You listen to me, and I won't kill you."

A large, gloved, hand was placed in front of her, "Keys."

"Sasuke," Itachi's called, sighing at his little brother.

"Hn," he grunted and snatched the keys from Sakura's jacket pocket pushing her over to Karin.

Sakura scowled and turned to look at Sasuke and almost chocked. He was like a mini-version of Itachi, but hotter. She looked at his white v-neck shirt all the way down to his dirt soiled shoes.

"Lets go." Sakura watched as Naruto had Sasuke's gun pressed to his back. How could they be hostages in zombieland?