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.

Chapter 4

Sakura

Sakura's skin was still pink and steaming from the most relaxing bath she had experienced in recent memory. While the night shift she usual took was gruelling, it was worth taking the most undesired shift willingly, especially if it meant Shizune would be happy to let her have a rare day off. She was making the most of it; her nails were painted green, her hair braided into pig tails that hung to her shoulders, and she was looking forward to when Ino got home for their movie night. Hinata had lectures in the morning but was now home as well, peacefully reading on the sofa.

Sakura was waiting for the kettle to finish boiling for her tea. The grey steam curled around the kitchen, reminding her of a sharp pair of eyes from almost two weeks ago. It was silly, she knew, to still be thinking of the trio of bikers. Especially the one whose name she never caught (Sakura really wish she had).

The kettle had just started to whistle when the front door was slammed open. Ino threw herself inside and closed the door in the same manner. She was breathing heavily, with wide eyes and shaking shoulders. "Oh thank fuck, you're both here! Go pack quickly, we need to leave!" She commanded, kicking her heels off.

Hinata and Sakura gaped. Ino had never treated her Jimmy Choos so carelessly before.

"Ino! What happened to you? What's going-" Hinata started, but was quickly cut off with a yelp as Ino pulled her to her feet and pushed Hinata towards the staircase.

"I'll explain as soon as you start packing. Bring those antique swords your dad gave you Hinata."

Ok, our best friend is having some sort of psychotic fit. You think she's pissed off the mafia?

Sakura grabbed onto Ino. "Tell us why you want us to. You're not in trouble, are you? We should call the police."

Ino laughed manically, panic welling in her eyes. "Believe me, the police are going to be no help to us, 'cause everybody is going to be in just as much shit as we'll soon be." She tugged herself out of Sakura's grip and ran up the stairs.

The other two girls followed Ino to find her pulling out her old school bag and suitcase from under her bed, throwing stacks of clothes in by the handful. Bizarrely, she was packing trousers and thick jumpers, ignoring her designer collection that would have been her first choice in a fire. She started speaking as she flitted around the room. "So I was driving home right? And you know how they're all these huge ass trees? Well this guy randomly jumps in front of me and I hit him."

Hinata gasped and threw her hands to her mouth. "You killed someone?!"

"Let me finish!" Ino hissed as she tugged off her dress and fought to get on a pair of jeans she only ever wore for DIY around the house. "I didn't kill anyone, cause the dude was already dead. 'Fucking decapitated at the waist. But get this; as soon as I go over, he started clawing at the ground and moaning like a sex addict."

"Oh god." Sakura murmured. "Sometimes it takes a while to bleed out, and if the brain is still intact..."

"No, just shut up both of you!" Ino screeched. "He was fucking dead, and I didn't kill him! He had bits of skin rotting off of him, and his clothes looked weeks old."

"W-what are you-"

"Hinata, it's the fucking rise of the undead, and I don't feel like sticking around for it, so get packed!"

Does this mean we can shoot people and not get arrested?

Sakura's mouth became dry. It may seem stupid to others, but she believes Ino, and considering that Hinata's run off to grab her stuff, so does she. Maybe Ino's wrong, and this is all a false alarm, but Sakura is certain that this isn't some stupid prank, because she can see how terrified her friend is.

She rushed to her own room, her fear pumping adrenaline into her movements as if she had been with Ino when this all happened. Was this related to the weird virus that her colleges have been fighting? At the very least, Sakura didn't think that she was infected; she had never been in touching distant of these patients (hopefully it wasn't an air borne disease). She followed Ino's example and pulled out her red suitcase, proceeding to stuff it with clothes; she raided her supply of pads, her toiletries and bumped into Hinata in the bathroom doing the same.

"Don't open the door until we have everything downstairs, and make sure you wrap up warm." Sakura reminded her.

She can't help but be sentimental, because it feels like she's not facing the apocalypse. Her favourite books are added, as well as her diary, camera, laptop, and a photo album (and even some makeup). She zips the case shut, then dresses in a pair of leggings, her trainers, a thick black jumper with a hood and her winter coat with a knitted scarf. Her old school bag is stuffed with her phone, spare underwear, a small umbrella, her swiss army knife and other miscellaneous items.

Sakura hauls her two bags down and drops them by the front door next to Ino's stuff. The latter is emptying everything from the cupboards in the kitchen into bin bags, apart from the knives and forks that are in clear plastic bags. Hinata soon joins them, and without a word joins in. Sakura notices she's shaking, but it would be stupid to point that out.

"We'll take the Jeep." Ino declares. Another surprise, considering how expensive her Maserati was; but then again she's in survival mode, and that means sacrifice.

Sakura grabs both keys anyway, and hauls on her back pack before sharing a look with her friends. Hesitantly, she opens the front door.

Outside, the world is dark and silent. peaceful, just like any other night. This doesn't stop the girls from dashing to the Grand Cherokee ZJ jeep. Ino and Hinata watch each other's backs as they haul the suitcases into the boot, while Sakura leaves all their backpacks and the food bags in the backseats. She guns the engine and is relieved when Hinata and Ino finally close the boot and get in themselves. Sakura pulls out of their driveway and moves away. She watches her beloved home sink into the dark.

"Where to?"

"Just as far away from the city as possible." Ino replies.