In a treacherous, post-apocalyptic world where the undead dominates the badlands, Naruto does whatever it takes to survive. With no interaction with human civilization for almost a decade and to heal from the confinements of his past, he grew accust...
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Chested Minds
The storm hadn't let up. In fact, with the constant shudders of the concrete building, the howling wind.. it only got worse.
Now that Naruto examined the top and bottom floors making sure there were no other threats, he could finally change. His wet clothes felt disgusting on him, and as soon as he walked down the final step he began stripping, discarding mostly every fabric he had on.
He knew Sasuke was meters behind him but he didn't care, he didn't want to feel this sticky touch for much longer. Footsteps behind him stopped.
"So you can change in the middle of this place without a care in the world, but I had to stay ten minutes in that fucking bathroom?"
"Yeah, basically," Naruto said, lips curling up as he yanked put the black long-sleeve on. Sasuke wasn't wrong when he said these clothes smell like shit. "Why? Was there a problem?" He smirked even more.
Sasuke sensed the amusement in Naruto's tone, and he would be lying if he had said he wasn't ticked off. That bathroom was moldy, and he didn't even get a reasonable explanation from Naruto on why he had to stay in there for so damn long.
He pushed past the changing male with a scowl. Fuck. Naruto was so goddamn–
He didn't know. Annoying, maybe. He still couldn't even make the blond give an answer to him. Seriously, what was the fucking reason?
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PREVIOUSLY WITH SASUKE,
When Sasuke had stepped out of the bathroom the second the ten minute mark hit, it was eerily quiet.
He felt something was wrong, very wrong.
No matter how skilled Naruto was in the slicing arts of his small knife, there should've been at least some ruckus caused by the beings that were sensed up there. But there was nothing.
Was Naruto in trouble?
He made his way and crept up the stairs. Only then at the third step did he hear jumbling footsteps coming from every direction. He let the sounds linger in his mind before he frantically rushed up the stairs.
As soon as he got close to the top, the silence was there again for a short matter, then he heard the sound of glass shatter.
"Naruto?" He called. He was standing at the very top. There was no response, silence awaited him. He looked at the door-less entrance on the left. Walking into it, he saw Naruto, who was panting and had his knife sheathed. The faintest bit of blood was still there.
He looked around the room, taking in the damaged molded furniture and walls, wondering if they were already like that before Naruto got here. The walls were concrete, a dark gray. He was surprised Naruto was even able to fight in the darkness, because not even the window would help. The storm was still ongoing. Everything was out of place, but the single commodity that was beyond unusual was that no zombie was in sight.
