Hello everyone!!! First fan fic. I've been wanting to write one for the longest time, but never had I come up with a decent idea.
Please be gentle in your reviews, and please bear with me as I work on my fan-fic skillz!!! =]
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Chapter 1: All Is Lost
The outbreak had begun just a month ago. No one knew exactly what it was. It had the symptoms of hypothermia, and spread faster than the flu. All who were infected ended up in the hospital for a week or so, until they presumably 'died'. Apparently, that wasn't exactly the case. After seeming dead for a few hours, a rapid change would take place, and then you have this… this killer machine that craves human flesh, mainly the heart. Soon it was uncovered that this had been the work of Orochimaru. All who tried to stand against it had been taken down and devoured easily. Some were immune, however. Luckily it was most of the ninjas, as they had stronger bodies and stronger immune systems. Unfortunately, when the outbreak occurred, the vast majority of the village's ninjas were out on missions, leaving the village weakened, its villagers unprotected. Most of the ninjas that remained had been wiped out. So far, only Team 10 survived, battling for their lives, no support on its way.
"Ch-Chouji!" Ino's long scream pierced the icy air, clouds darkening their surroundings. She watched in horror as Chouji's life-less body fell to the ground, a hole through his chest. One of the strange beasts jumped on top of him, digging its fingers into the hole and ripping his heart out before devouring it. She covered her mouth to hold back the bile that rose in her throat, her body threatening to be sick. She ran over to him, slashing her kunai into its back. About to strike again, she paused as she heard Shikamaru call out. She whipped around to see him struggling with two of the strange creatures. "Hold on Shikamaru! I'm co-"
Suddenly her body was thrown back, hitting a tree and snapping the thick trunk like a mere twig. She tumbled to the ground in a crumpled heap, her back throbbing. She looked up as it came again, moving like the demons her father used to tell her stories about… Her father… She shook her head sharply, gripping the kunai in her hand as she jumped up, blocking it's attacks, throwing some of her own, barely able to keep up.
The team had been fighting for over a day now, no rest or break what-so-ever. Their chakra levels were running dangerously low for a battle, their muscles screaming in protest, senses dulling. Chouji had managed to destroy most of them with his Human Boulder attack, but now… now that he's gone… it left only two of them to fight them off, no longer Formation InoShikaCho. She gasped as it slashed at her chest, four great gashes now seeping blood. She refocused herself. 'No time to think of the past… No matter how recent…' She chastised herself, blocking with one kunai as she raised the other, stabbing into its neck and tearing it through, finally separating the head.
She whirled around again to find Shikamaru on the ground, pulling himself up slowly. "Shikamaru!" She cried, darting in front of him as the male tried to attack again. Its hand tore across her cheek, leaving another four gashes. She gasped in pain, returning a powerful punch to his face, sending him flying backwards. She looked over her shoulder. "You okay?" She asked as he stood. "I'm... okay, Ino. You look worse than me!" He told her, turning away from her sharply and began fighting with the other one.
She returned to the one that she had punched, watching it slowly stand up. She heard Shikamaru behind her begin his shadow jutsu, hearing him grunt with success. Once the male was up, she could see the anger in his features. The white eyes seemed to be locked onto Ino, the pure white eyes that held nothing, like as if they had rolled up into the head. His body hardly showed any injuries at all, its muscles rippling as it started towards her, slightly crouched forward. The grey, clammy-looking skin was flawless.
Ino, on the other hand, wasn't doing so great. Injuries covered her from head to toe, blood staining her once purple top. She raised her arms, a kunai in each hand, preparing for the strike. A choked scream brought her out of her battle stance, her eyes wide as she turned towards the direction of the sound. "Sh-shika..." Ino croaked, watching her last companion fall to the ground, a demon shuriken through his heart. The female that he fought had fallen too, so it was somewhat successful... however, it had still backfired… horribly. Out of haste, he must have began the attack, not realizing that he was too close to a tree, making him unable to lean back and dodge his own attack.
Clutching her mouth, she tried to hold back the second round of bile that rose, threatening to spill over. She spat it out, coughing. Then Ino turned back to her approaching enemy, but only too late. Before she could resume battle stance, it had its hand locked around her throat, throwing her against a tree. She clutched at her throat, unable to breathe as it held her there; raising it's other hand, thrusting it into her heart.