Their Worst Nightmare

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Isla woke from her short nap. It suddenly hit her why the scenario she was in felt familiar. It was because it felt like all those teen romance novels she read. She actually liked quite a few. But don't be getting any ideas because she only read them ironically, of course. You don't believe it? Typical. But anyway, if her situation was really like one of her novels, her knight in shining armour would appear soon, act like a complete douche, save her anyway and she'd go back to his house or wherever he lived. They'd eventually fall in love and have approximately 33 kids.

But that'd never happen, right? Skeptically, Isla looked around like she was waiting for someone to jump out of the trees and saunter up to her with a certain level of swagger and ask in a jerky way if she was lost or something.

But nothing happened.

Just as expected.

By now, Isla had figured out that she'd have to start making some sort of shelter. Midday was nearing and she wanted something made before nightfall. Isla started to gather resources like leaves, branches and the odd vine. Looking at the vine made her feel a deepening sadness for the now dead social media platform. Also for her situation, but she wasn't too concerned with that right now. "Thomas Sanders, may your amazing vines rest in peace." Isla whispered. Any onlookers would have thought that she was mourning someone, however that wasn't the case.

Isla dumped her materials back in the clearing, which was starting to feel kind of welcoming. Suddenly, a rustle came from a tree the other side of the clearing. Fear washed over her but hope dwelled in her chest. Had someone come to save her? Isla stared at the tree. The dark green leaves rustled once again. Isla stepped forward. She saw a flash of red. Was someone there? "Hello?" She called out, nervously. It seemed as if the forest had gone deathly silent again. Isla was tense in anticipation. She saw another flash of red, which was quite dark. The figure emerged from the trees.

It was a squirrel with its family...

Frankly, Isla felt very stupid. Getting her hopes up like that about a squirrel. That must have been a new one. Isla walked back to her sorry start of a makeshift den and collapsed onto the ground. "I'm so stupid," she mumbled to herself, "was I seriously hoping to get rescued by a squirrel? Bah. I'm pathetic." In a sudden fit of rage, Isla kicked down her den. She then proceeded to mentally facepalm at her extremely bad desicion.

***

Midday had come. Isla was beginning to get hungry again. She thought that it was probably a wise idea to get something different than fruit for her 'lunch'. Some protein would be ideal. Checking her pockets, she was more than relieved to find her Swiss Army Knife that she probably shouldn't have. Isla, once again, took off into the woods to hopefully find some easy to kill animals. Isla went into full Katniss Everdeen mode, stalking her prey like a pro. It was surprising what you can do when push comes to shove. Finally, Isla caught a rabbit. "I'm sorry Mr. White Rabbit." She whispered softly as she killed it. Her sadness went as quickly as it came. "Ewwwww there's blood over my hands!" Isla made a disgusted face as she wiped her hands on some tissues she had in her hoodie pocket. Then she started to pick up some dry leaves and twigs as kindling for a fire. She put everything in a neat pile, not too far from her destroyed shelter. Before she started the fire, Isla tried to salvage what she could of the den and stand it up again.

Unknown to her, Isla was being observed from a distance. No, it wasn't squirrels again. It was two ninja. They had watched her kill the rabbit in their territory and try to start to make a fire. Emphasis on try. The two ninja didn't think that she would be a threat, but you could never know for sure. Clumsily, one of the ninja slipped and only just caught himself before he hit the ground. Without thinking, the ninja had let out a small gasp that unfortunately Isla heard. Her head snapped up, looking for where the noise came from but she couldn't identify the source. Luckily, the ninja had been able to scramble up to his comrade before Isla caught a glimpse of him.
"Don't slip up like that again, Katsuma." The older ninja quietly scolded.
"It won't happen again, sir." Katsuma said, clearly embarrassed.
"For now, we need to observe this strange girl. She seems alone and I can't place her clothing within any clan, can you?"
"No, sir. Though a clue to her clan might be on her shirt with a hood, sir. It has a strange symbol on." Katsuma theorised. You see, Isla was wearing a Supernatural hoodie with a pentagram on.
"Good observational skills, Katsuma," the younger ninja beamed with pride at this compliment, "but I can't think of any clans that let such a hopeless girl become a kunoichi. Then again, you were quite silly when you first became a shinobi." Katsuma felt embarrassed again.
"Have I improved, sir?" Katsuma inquired.
"Quite splendidly, if I do say so myself. But it looks like the girl has started a fire." The ninja said.
"Took her long enough." Katsuma scoffed.

Isla had finally made a fire. Now to skin the rabbit. She wasn't looking forward to that. She got out her knife again and prepared to make an incision. The two ninja watched in awe of this strange gadget she had.
"What is that, sir?" Katsuma asked.
"Looks like a small knife or something and other small tools. I've never seen anything like that before."
"Maybe it's special? Like infused with chakra?"
But as the two ninja continued observing, it did nothing out of the ordinary.
"That reminds me, Katsuma. Are you still hiding your chakra?"
"Yes, sir. Of course, sir."
The other ninja smiled, "Of course you are."

A few minutes passed as Isla started to cook the rabbit.
"Sir?" Katsuma started.
"Yes?"
"Isn't kind of against the ninja code or something to catch and kill animals in other ninja's territory that you aren't allied with?"
His superior thought for a moment.
"Yes, yes it is. We should probably go question her."
The two ninja started to make their way to an unsuspecting Isla to confront her about treacheries she didn't even know she had committed.