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Chapter 37: Trapped

Sasuke's pov

When I woke up, my body was burning with pain. I was hot and cold at the same time. I'd never felt such a pain before. I felt stupid and immature, regretting my decision to leave my group knowing that I was not strong enough to face this new world on my own. Look at me now, laying on a cold metal table like a slice of meat with a deep gash in my leg. Luckily, my wound felt strangled meaning it was wrapped so no kind of infection would get me.

I bit my lip, inching my body up into a sitting position. My chest was heaving and my breath was shallow, it hurt so much. I just wanted Naruto's arms around me, I just wanted Kiba to tell me I'd be okay. I just wanted to go home. Home to my family. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I thought all those I'd miss if I never make it out of here. I felt a cold breeze hit my back, quickly realizing that I had no clothes on. My bode was bare, only dressed in a thin sheet and bandages around my wounded leg.

"I'd advise you not to move." I heard a deep voice mumble from behind me, I squeaked startled by the sudden sound coming from behind me. I whipped my head to the side to look at the sudden intruder...or maybe I was the intruder. I pulled the sheet closer to myself, looking at the man wearily. He had a surgical mask over his mouth, his body clothed with scrubs.

"Who are you?"I stuttered, pulling the sheets even closer to myself as the 'doctor' came around in front of me. He patted my leg, causing me to flinch as it hurt slightly.

"I dressed your wounds for you... you needed quite the amount of stitches for that wound. They sure overdo it here." The man said casually as he straightened out his blue scrubs, pulling off the surgical mask to rest it on the metal table at my feet. He was attractive, his jaw strong and his features manly, a slight stubble on his chin. "Thank you."I whispered my gratitude despite still being terribly terrified of the man in front of me.

"So I'll recommend not putting to much pressure on that leg, I'd give you crutches but I've received orders not too." He said with a lick of disapproval in his voice. The man was fiddling with medical supplies in the corner of the room before he suddenly through black shorts and a long sleeved shirt at me. I grabbed them quickly, taking the opportunity to dress myself while he was turned away from me. It hurt to but my shorts down but swallowed up the pain and did it anyways because nobody would make it better.

"Wh-Why are they keeping me alive?" I had to ask despite not wanting to hear the answer. I watched with disguised fear as the man turned around slowly and walked slowly to stand in front of me with a hard look on his face but a sympathetic look in his chocolate brown eyes.

"This place is no indestructible fortress... It needs maintenance but the amount of people here is not enough to maintain this place nor protect so they had to resort to kidnapping anyone found. Those found...like you...become slaves." He explained, ease word said drained the blood from my face and made my body numb. I was going to be a slave, I was going to be forced to help people who've hurt me until I die. The man rested his hand on my shoulder, provoking the onslaught of tears. I buried my face in my hands not believing this was actually happening.

"Do not cry, it shows weakness. You are not weak, show them how strong you can be." The words were whispered into my ear, knocking me out of my crying fest. My tears were soon whipped away by a strong thumb. Both his hands rested on the side of my face firmly, I stared at him with wide eyes full of tears. His eyes showed belief, showed compassion. But I could not show him my capability as the rational part of my mind took over. There was probably a good amount of people in here. I could survive one versus one but showing up to face an army of people would be like bringing a knife to a gun fight. I'd surely meet my end. I could not to it. I looked down in shame and he shared the shame. He turned away from me, my insides feeling the weight of disappointment. He took long strides towards the door.

"I'll tell them you are ready." He said before shutting the wood door behind him. I swallowed the ball forming inside my throat, fear was pumping through my veins because behind that door awaited a future I would not enjoy the slightest. I was pretty sure that instead of giving them hell, I'd be receiving hell. I could not wrap my mind around dying in this place. It made me sick to the stomach.

I waited with a thudding heart until a woman showed up at the door, her face hard and completely masking any emotion she felt in her own heart. She was in her mid-thirties, her face rundown and covered in splotches of dirt and grim on her cheeks. Her dark brown hair was weaved in a short braid behind her hair, kept in place by a leather strap. Her body was clothed in a long dark brown trench coat that did not seem appropriate for the weather and her legs were covered my worn down pants tucked into heavy boots. In her hand, she held a big gun that I could not recognize, all I knew was that it wasn't a pistol.

She stood tall and confident, not scared of even the dead roaming outside. "Get up."She ordered me and I made quick work to follow her command, trying my best to keep no pressure on my leg. The woman payed no mind and felt no sympathy for my injury as she roughly grabbed my arm, pulling me along, not caring that my leg was dragging along the cold floor. I tried not to feel abused but I couldn't help from feeling that as pain burned my leg but I refused to voice my complaint.

She dragged me for a while before throwing me into the courtyard where a lone man stood slumping near a rather hazardous wood fencing the building I was in. Behind the wood, I could hear the moaning and groaning from the undead attracted by the sounds resounding from the building behind me. I held a look of terror on my face as rotten arms of the bloody undead poked trough the holes on the wood fence. The thing looked ready to fall.

"From now on you will be working to maintain this fence twenty hours a day, seven days of week." She instructed me, startling me slightly. I didn't dare ask her about food or basic needs. I didn't have time to as she propped herself against the wall with her gun firmly in her hands. I'm sure she'd shoot if I ever I was out of turn. I limped towards the fence where the small man stood, he had a wood plank and a pack of nails in his hand. I did my best to sit near him without hurting my legs. I gasped as he looked at me with dead eyes, his pale hair stuck his dirty tired face.

"Wh-What's your name?" I asked with a small stuttered at his dead eyes, those dead eyes scared me. It reminded me of all the biters I had faced in this hellish world. It felt so wrong to see that look on someone who still had a beating heart in his chest. I knew however that the reason this man looked this was because of this place.

"I-I do-don't even remember an-anymore." He said sullenly, his voice was barely a whisper. I could barely hear but I caught it. He looked much older then me but the look on his face looked like an injured child, it broke my heart. It burned me on the inside, he was broken and I could see it.

"Get to work!" A vicious voice called from behind causing the man to jump and quickly get back to work with shaking arms as the undead reached eagerly for him. He struggled to push the arm away before nailing the wood down over where the arm previously was. I followed his example, formulating a plan in my head as I moved arms and nailed the wood in, following the boy along the way.

I was considerably slower then him due to my leg, I could not reach the wood boards and avoid the undead quick enough to board up the fence as fast as he was. "Are you slacking boy?!"She yelled from behind me, causing me to squeak at the sudden sound. I turned to look at the barrel of a gun, it felt like my whole organ's dropped into my stomach, freezing my senses as I stared with a terrified look on my face. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. She looked ready to kill me until the man shoved a board into my arms.

"He-he will conti-continue working so pl-please don't." He said shakily, looking with timid fear at the gun now pointed at him. The woman gave him a calculated stare before retracting, with a warning, to her post. I let out a breath of relief and shot him a thankful look which caused a blush to spread on his pale cheeks before he quickly turned around to continue working. I followed his example and began to think our situation through but there was no point with a barrel pointed at our heads.

I did not know what to do. I could barely think with the burning in my leg and the constant fear of getting grabbed by the undead who eagerly reached for us with the intent of unconsciously increasing their own population while taking over the human population. I was able to nail in the fence until the sun began to set over the horizon and the dead became shadowed by the looming darkness growing on the field. I was sore everywhere, my leg wrapped but still tender and numb from all the senseless moving. My hands felt raw from nailing down the boards and my shoulder was tense. I was a sheltered boy up until the dead arrived, work like this would be hard to get used too. The man near me was shaking, his face growing paler as the woman approached us with her gun still firmly in her hand. I tried to keep a confident face but I was so tired.

"You're done with here for today, now you go to the sleeping quarters and wait for further orders."She said roughly as she swiftly moved behind us, poking the gun harshly against the pale man's back. He scurried forward quickly, I wanted to ask question about food for my growling stomach and pills from the medical unit for my pain but I knew that none of those would be provided to me since I am here against my will. I walked side by side with the pale haired man as we headed towards the sleeping quarters with the woman holding us hostage. I looked around as we walked, the walls were brick and was rustic looking. The floors were caked in dust, if anything this place needed a cleaning unit instead of a squad to fence up the already fenced up backyard. I pulled a grimace of distaste as my footfalls bounced the dust off the ground, how could anyone live in this pigsty? Well, I don't think cleaning would be the main priority with dead roaming and ruling the world we humans once ruled cockily.

I was snapped out of my useless thinking when she walked around us to open a large metal door leading into a rather dark room. We were pushed inside of the faintly light room, the door slamming shut behind us. In front of us, faces appeared in the weak light. The faces of miserable individual sitting on raunchy looking beds that were in neat rows but there was nothing neat about this place. The smell was horrid and the walls looked moist. I could see a shimmer of mold growing in shadowed corners. I held a hand up to my nose. The aura around the man beside me became more lax as he was faced with people who looked as terrified as he did. He walked towards the very back of the room and I followed him, not really knowing anyone more then I knew this man. He approached a dark skinned man who was small in stature but wise looking nonetheless. He was old, his hair grey and his skin marred with lines of age. He looked at the pale man with knowing eyes, then turned his gaze into a look of uncertainty when he gazed at me, his vision immediately meeting sight of my bandaged leg.

"Sit, children. Kimimaro, help him sit." He quickly asked 'Kimimaro' as he noticed my struggle. Kimimaro grabbed my hands and eased me into a sitting position of the bed adjacent to the old man's. The pale man set himself right next to me and looked at the old man eagerly while I sat straight and silent.

"You are not of here, you look as if you've been sheltered in this apocalypse." He pointed out and I nodded.

"I've been with good people."I stated that fact with certitude because it was no lie that I have been taken care of by the best of people yet I...I would sacrifice that comfort to look for my brother only to fail and get caught before even getting on a steady course towards target. The man looked at me with knowing eyes.

"Surely not these people. They took my son and I..." He said sombrely before clearing his throat and continuing what was going to say. "He was here with me for a while, made friends with this young man here," He pointed to Kimimaro who dropped his head in shame but the man looked at him with sympathetic eyes. I looked between the two with earnest, wanting to know what had happened and what fate would surely offer me.

"This might be rude to ask but I need to know...where is your son?" I asked him with as much humility I could offer at this moment. The atmosphere turned tense and glum, coming from the individual beside me while the old man looked calm but sadness was nestled in his wrinkled eyes. "He was working on the fences with Kimimaro one day and the guard was picking on him, hitting him harshly with the gun. You see, my son was a born protector, he could not stand seeing someone be hurt unjustly so he revolted. They ended his life with the shot of a gun and threw him over the fence."The elderly man chocked up, his eyes shutting to prevent tears from escaping. I held a hand over my beating heart, feeling the organ squeeze painfully in sadness for the man in front of me. I looked away in mourn.

"I'm...I'm sorry for your loss bu-but if your son was a born protector I'm sure he gave his life to protect Kimimaro without having any regrets." I said positively, hoping to appease the man. He gave me a small smile, wiping away his tears.

"That's what I try to think of and that's what I hope Kimimaro thinks as well. This guilt has probably weighed on him more then my own sadness."He whispered, Kimimaro had begun to cry, his face turning a cherry red from the excursion of rushing tears. I knew it was not my place but I rubbed his back anyways.

"And you? What is your story?" He asked me politely and I looked down, clutching at the fabric of my shorts. "I was looking for my lost brother when I was pulled down into the bushes. I met the leader of the three that were there and he got frisky so I fought him with all my strength and came out victorious but soon enough the second one came and chased me down the road until he threw a machete at my leg and dragged me here while I was unconscious." I explained my story with the background noise of soft crying that began to ease down. The old man looked at me with sympathy before his turned into a horrified look as the door was slammed open. I turned to look at a man...a knew very well. My stomach tightened and my breath caught in my throat as I took in the similar features. That dark hair and that oh-so fake smile. He was pacing along the small aisle between the beds, looking at the terrorized occupants. It was definitely him...it was definitely Sai! They didn't kill him. I tucked myself closer to Kimimaro as he took leisurely steps towards our spot.

"Well. Look who we have here." His venomous voice said and I shut my eyes tightly until my hair was viciously grabbed and my body lifted up. Two armed men stood beside him with neutral expressions on their faces. None of them moving to give me any sort of assistance but of course, why would they? I grabbed at his arm in fear, the pain burning my follicles.

"L-Let me go!" I grit out in fear. He smirked, before turning to look at the man beside him. Sai nodded to the man, who smirked slyly. He reeled his foot and kicked my injured leg. My mouth fell open in a silent scream as tears of pain brimmed my eyes. I clenched my hands tightly as the sting caused me to twitch in pure agony. I was panting hard as I was thrown on the floor, landing on my shoulder that connected directly with the hard concrete ground. I watched in pathetic fear as his foot reeled back to kick me again but it was stopped by a pair of skinny pale arms wrapping around them. Kimimaro was there, his eyes full of determination and tears.

My eyes were quick to spot the gun pointed at his head and a finger on the trigger.

"NO!" I cried out but It was too late as a shot was sounded and brains splattered on the ground. My head was buzzing, tears dripping down my numb cheeks as my mouth remained open in shock. I could not hear the screaming, I could only feel the splotches of hot blood dripping down my face, mixing with my tears. I whimpered, clutching me head as the buzzing would not stop, my vision was shifting in and out of focus. The old man slithered off his bed, his eyes became a fountain of tears as he sank to the floor numbly.

"My so-son..My son!" He repeated over and over again as he begged the brain matter to magic bring Kimimaro back. Lord knew that would not happen. Sai turned to the man with a smile on his face. I could only watch numbly as I was lifted off the floor and escorted out of the room by Sai himself. Another gunshot resounded and I shut my eyes, letting a tear fall.

I was brought away from the room, leaving a trail of blood coming from my leg behind me. I looked down to see that my bandages were caked in blood and I began to feel light headed until I was jerked inside another room but this time my heart dropped. This was a bedroom. I sat on the floor in disbelief as he stood behind me.

There was a bloody figure laying in the bed but all I could see was the long black hair, peeking out of the covers.

"There's someone I think you'd like to see,

Mikoto."

End Chapter! Sorry about the late post! I'm half Brazilian and I also love soccer and the Brazilian team so FIFA is practically life to me so I postponed writing during the day but when I tried to write at night, my inspiration was gone. Things are going straight down from here on out so expect a lot of violence, undead action and hatred.

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