(Shadow clone's perspective)
Jimi's shadow clone camouflages itself within the ruins of a rundown apartment complex using genjutsu. The clone observes the Anbu tending to their wounded from afar; two look over a mauled corpse while the others are on alert. The shadow clone notices its prime target's relative position from Jim's approximate line of sight, 'can the round continue its trajectory through the initial target? Will it travel through the other's skull and impact the tertiary target's center mass?'
With the Anbu unaware of the shadow clone's presents, it awaits in anticipation for its moment to strike. The clone grows anxious, wondering what's taking the original so long to line up the shot. Seconds feel like an eternity as Jim's shadow clone tries to maintain its illusion until the last moment.
The moment arrives; the shadow clone releases the genjutsu. In an instant, the air is below freezing; a deafening silence enshrouds the alleyway. Layers of palpable tension, unspoken hate, and betrayal saturate the air before a tsunami of killing intent washes over the Anbu. Though ineffective against jōnin being no more than a slight annoyance, this prevents the Anbu from noticing the dead kunoichi opening its glowing eyes.
A high-pitch gut-wrenching death scream shatters the deafening silence like an animal caught in a predator's jaws. Screaming not of just fear but also white-hot agony that sears its whole being to the point of near unconsciousness. Blood and chunks of flesh splatter the side of Parrot's mask; a round grazes the top of his head before tearing through another Anbu's arm.
"Aaargh! My arm! My fucking arm!"
"Sniper! Get down!"
This sudden turn of events astonishes Jim's shadow clones. From the radio room to the rundown apartment complex and the opposing skyscraper from the original, they watch in disbelief at an inconceivable SNAFU unfolding before their eyes. At the worst possible moment, the dead kunoichi reanimates, then attacks one of the Anbu causing the rest to react and the round to be off trajectory by centimeters.
'Hmm, a rather interesting turn of events,' the shadow clone observes the developing circumstances amongst the ensuing chaos. Despite a one-shot three kills opportunity slipping through Jim's fingers, he succeeds in neutralizing his target and disabling another. The clone's proximity and experience enable it to speculate, then differentiate the specialties of each enemy operative. Given the Anbu's varying attire, armor, weapons, and equipment, its suspicions lie on the likelihood of at least two or three being medical-nin.
Although a slight deviation from the intentional outcome, Jim's Shadow Clone Insurgency exceeds his expectations. The mutant kunoichi succeeding in infecting one of them is just icing on the cake. The Anbu vanishes in less than a second; Jim's shadow clone makes its move. It stalks the cold, uninviting gap between derelict buildings, cautious of the potential dangers. The howling winds do little to suppress the undead moans in the distance, yet the clone stays in the shadows, mindful of the Anbu nearby.
The red hue of the twin moons unveils a dangerous miscalculation in Jim's Shadow Clone Insurgency. The operation being in jeopardy induces anxiety over the shadow clone as it races towards its objective; however, the clone knows it may already be too late. Realizing the goal is a lost cause, the clone devises a means to salvage its failure, 'can I prevent the infection from reaching the eyes if I sever the head?' Before the mutant can feed on the Hyūga's body, a ricocheting bullet, flesh, and bone torn asunder derail the shadow clone's train of thought.
Gone are the mutant's upper and lower jaw, all that remains are bone fragments and tatters of flesh where the tongue now hangs out from the neck. Which does little to deter the undead kunoichi; it tries eating the corpse without a mouth. The clone attempts to drag away the body, but the mutant does not make the task easier. A tug-of-war ensues as both contenders vie over-leverage for their ghoulish prize.
"Grr!" the shadow clone growls through its gritted teeth—the clone tugs on the dead Hyūga's arm, unaware of the round fragmenting the spine. 'C'mon!' too little, too late does it notice the baseball-size entry wound on the corpse broadening, 'let... Go! Damn it!' with a final chakra-enhanced pull and the mutant's inhuman strength pulling in opposing directions—the torso ruptures.
"Oh, how quaint," the shadow clone deadpans as the Hyūga's internal organs slosh on the ground; it can almost feel the collective facepalming of its shadow-clone brethren. It moves to retrieve the rest of the corpse but halts in its tracks. The clone's blood (assuming it has any) runs cold, not at the arm or mirror easing from the window above but at the mirror's reflection. Red bioluminescent eyes distinguish themselves from the two silhouettes residing in the darkness.
A round shatters the mirror, a hair's breadth away from a disastrous blunder; a chill shoots up the shadow clone's spine the second it recognizes that three-tomoe pattern within those damnable eyes. The clone sits against the wall, with its heart pounding. It eavesdrops on the Anbu as they re-evaluate their strategy. Somehow the Uchiha seems aware of both snipers and their exact locations.
Nonetheless, this dreadful revelation is unsurprising given Jim's firsthand experience of what the Sharingan can do on a bad day. The shadow clone shudders, recalling the constant Uchiha incursions upon the colonies and fending away the random Susanoo specters that appear. In gruesome detail, the clone overhears how the Anbu plans to kill their target in the most agonizing way possible before escaping and warning the ASF about the outbreak.
With the Anbu's scheming concluding, the shadow clone wonders if seizing the lower half of the Hyūga's body from the mutant without drawing attention is possible. It considers snatching the lower half and making a break for it but carrying both halves may prove quite messy and cumbersome.
A chain-link gate swings open, alerting the shadow clone. The haunting groans of the undead draw nearer; the crows fly away from them, approaching the subsequent alleyway. The clone gathers the Hyūga's internal organs in a sack with haste. Several smoke bombs fly from the windows, and ruined sections of the walls then explode, releasing a diversionary smokescreen. 'It's now or never!' seizing the opportunity, it punts the mutant kunoichi into a cluster of metal garbage cans, grabs the lower half of the Hyūga's corpse, and flees.
After reaching a somewhat safe location, the shadow clone sits both halves of the body against a wall, careful not to spill the intestines from the lower half. It scavenges the carcass for supplies and manages to find a storage scroll to preserve the body. During the sealing procedure, the clone hears voices no more than a meter from its hiding spot. It peers behind the wall noticing a few figures within the smoke.
"It was just here. Where the hell did it go!?"
"There's no way those things could've gotten to Hawk's carcass already."
"We would've heard something if that were the case, right?"
"Did anyone, though?"
"Maybe that jarhead got up n' fucked off somewhere on his own?"
"Oh, you sassy bitch."
"What? It's plausible."
"Hyena, where's Parrot?"
Screaming disrupts the silence; the call for help is stifled and strangled, but all the more ear bleeding. The Anbu breaks into teams of two and beelines towards the disturbance. The shadow clone finishes sealing the dead Hyūga inside the storage scroll without distraction. After securing its objective hoarse breathing from an emaciated corpse dragging against the ground draws the clone's attention.
Jim's shadow clone chuckles at the mutant kunoichi's persistence as it crawls closer from around the corner. The clone remembers the undead Anbu without its mask; its long platinum-blond hair and porcelain skin are hard to miss, 'Staff Sargent Yamanaka!? What a rather depressing sight to behold. A once-proud Anbu captain who's risen through the ranks by sheer merit alone is now nothing more than a mindless rotting corpse slithering in the mud.'
"Well, aren't you a miserable piece of-" the zombified Yamanaka lunges at Jim's shadow clone, "shit! Get the fuck off me!" The mutant kunoichi's tongue flails around without direction. A perpetual air intake akin to a vacuum emanates from her throat. The shadow clone thrashes about, struggling to escape the mutant, pulling herself closer for reasons the clone dares not wish to fathom. Despite the mutant's eye-opening speed and freakish strength, the shadow clone manages to overpower and restrain the abomination. "Even in death, you still find ways to piss me off, fucking nympho!"
An immense alteration in pressure from a sudden chakra depletion almost withers the mutant to nonexistence. The mutant's bones implode, then splinter as heat accumulates. The instant the residual chakra leaves the mutant's body, the abomination bursts into brilliant blue chakra flames forcing the clone to step back. This shocking display stuns Jim's shadow clone into silence. It stares at the smoldering pile of ash in disbelief, questioning if the sight before its eyes is genuine.
All too eager to dispel itself and pass the information onto the original, the shadow clone pauses, remembering that it still has another task to complete. The clone removes an empty storage scroll from the Hyūga's handheld kunai launcher. A quick examination reveals vast improvements over the previous design, impressing the shadow clone, "huh, this must be the ASF's new A3 model." The Autogun/kunai launcher has a decent pistol grip, adjustable shoulder stock, iron sights, and a Picatinny rail system. Though it disappoints the clone, there are no custom sights on the weapon. Then again, 'why would a Hyūga need any?'
The shadow clone crouches on a dumpster, crossing its index and middle fingers over one another, targeting a kunai on the ground, "Multi-Shadow Kunai Technique!"
Without smoke or sound, thousands of kunai phase into existence, overflowing the alleyway with razor-sharp metal. The clone steers clear of the kunai filling the alley and tosses the storage scroll into the black metal sea. A vortex appears with a few hand seals pulling every kunai into the scroll like a bathtub drain. The alleyway is clear in less than a minute; the shadow clone grabs the storage scroll, then loads it into the HKL-14 A3.
"Hello, beautiful. I will—COCK you gently," after pulling back the charging/summoning handle, then chambering a kunai, an analog designator displays a six-figure ammunition count on the weapon. A mutant stumbles into the alley; a volley of chakra conducting metal surges at the abomination, crucifying it against a brick wall. Another unlucky mutant wanders by but suffers a similar fate.
More mutants stream into the alleyway after the shadow clone. Limbs, tentacles, and other unrecognizable inhuman extremities burst from the soft soil; the mutants rise from the ground like cockroaches surrounding the clone. It dives through a nearby broken wall section before smashing a mutant's jaw with the kunai launcher's stock—a full-auto barrage of cold steel rains down upon the horde bottlenecking the staircase.
The clone tries holding its ground, but the mutants continue their unrelenting advance forcing it back. They shatter the windows rushing through the rooms and flank the shadow clone. Jim's clone sticks an explosive tag on a kunai, then throws it at the cluster of abominations clogging the staircase before darting up the next floor. The explosion buys the clone time to subdue a mutant rushing out of a closet, then absorbs the abomination's chakra without restraint.
"Get fuck fried fuckin' freak fuck!" the mutant implodes, then ignites. The shadow clone crosses its index and middle fingers over one another, "Shadow Clone Jutsu!" A second shadow clone phases into existence; however, its weapon is dysfunctional, "damn! I couldn't duplicate the fucking launcher!"
"Screw it!" the second clone says. A sword slides into the clone's hand from its sleeve, "let's just get the hell out of here!" in the blink of an eye, it blitzes a mutant rushing down a corridor. Both halves of the abomination separate down the middle yet continue dragging themselves along the floor. The clone exhibits inhuman agility and responsiveness as it carves a swath through the flanking mutants. Every cut or motion is clean, swift, precise, and without hesitation. Like an elegant dance of mutilation and savagery, "K to the I to the A Zom-bitches!" Back to back, both shadow clones fight their way through the war-torn skyscraper ascending higher through the forlorn blood vapor.
"They're swarming; watch out!" the first shadow clone warns. An endless stream of chakra conducting kunai punctures, dismembers or pins every mutant in its trajectory against the floors, walls, and ceiling. The shadow clone takes full advantage of its environment. It uses the HKL-14 A3 to set off explosive barrels and gas lines to collapse weaker sections of the floor or ceiling to crush and blockade the horde. Even with an absurd munitions capacity fending off the mutants is like attempting to extinguish an ever-encroaching wildfire with a garden hose, "hey! Is it weird for a shadow clone to have an erection!?"
"It'd only be weird if you didn't!" The second shadow clone jury rigs a bundle of explosive tags into an IED (Improvised Explosive Device), then kicks it down at the horde, "it's a chew toy, freaks. Now chew it!" Both clones take cover behind the numerous columns lining the stage.
"And the limbs go flying!" the explosion destroys a large portion of the theater's audience chamber, almost collapsing the entire floor but awards the clones momentary leeway to retreat behind the stage. A blazing torso plummets beside the second clone with an awful slosh sound.
"Oh, no! Its bitey area's closer to my fun-fun area now!"
"Shit, that's right; they can still move!"
"I hate you, goddamn bootlicking ankle biters!" the second clone punts the burning torso into the rubble, missing the projector window, "shit, I missed!"
"You couldn't hit our second wife's ass with that aim!"
Sibilant screeching and haunting undead wails drown out the brief silence; hundreds of glowing eyes appear within the smoke as silhouettes of all shapes and sizes arise from the burning debris. The mutants resume their unrelenting descent upon the shadow clones. They barricade the backstage entrance with earth jutsu, yet the doors already bend and rattle.
"Those doors won't hold forever; there isn't much time!" the first clone crosses its index and middle fingers over one another; a stack of paper tags appears from thin air.
"Are you trying to atomize this place and everywhere around it!?"
"Quickly, in here!" the first clone asserts, opening a trap door, "take these keys; there's a motorcycle in the parking lot. This passageway will take you there!" The Hyūga's sword slides from the clone's sleeve into its hand; it gives away the blade and the rest of its weapons and supplies.
"What the hell are you about to do!?"
"This place is about to blow harder than a Suna (Sand) kunoichi with a giant ass fan!" a few quick hand seals and the stack of paper tags mummify the shadow clone. "I suggest you leave before that happens!"
"You crazy, son-of-a!"
In the audience chamber, we have what appears to be a cross-eyed Gibdo with an erection leaping off the theater balcony onto a horde of mutants.
"ALOHA SNACK BAR!"
