Zombies

/2 years ago/

Hidan sat against the wall, mad as always. How dare these people lock him up for insanity? He clearly was immortal- he had been shot in the head twice. But no- they lock him up in a mental institution for the rest of his long life. Assholes. Hidan hated the place with all being. He wanted to kill everyone there- why wouldn't he want to kill them all? They locked him up for no reason. He didn't even do a thing to be here.

He watched the other patients. They clearly deserved to be here more than him. His least favorite... that bitch Karin. What the fuck was wrong with her? She was fucking crazy. He scoffed as the red head walked around, sweating. She probably just sucked off a guard.

But then... she had a seizure. Hidan found it kinda funny but he can't laugh or they would double his time. He didn't want too either. Her mouth started to foam as doctors rushed towards her, and then even more started to spaz out. Hidan raised a brow, but jumped to his feet. Perfect opportunity for his escape plan. He rushed over to his room and everyone was far to occupied with the thousands of patients going berserk to even notice him slip by. He grabbed his bag and started his walk to the kitchen- he might as well take some food for the long trip back to humanity.

As he packed a few months worth of food (for him anyway he didn't eat much) he started to wonder why no one had caught him yet. But he didn't care much. Shoving the last bit of food in, he rushed out of the kitchen and walked back to the main room. One quick glance was all he needed to know... he was safe escaping. Thousands of patients running around and eating doctors. They even ate one another.

Hidan looked at the guard who was all bloodied up and took his stuff. He needed this stuff, all the man had was a knife and a taser but that was enough, a wallet and phone as well. Taking the items Hidan prayed up to his god and made a sprint towards a window. Thankfully the things behind him didn't pay him much mind, and he slammed through the glass. This wasn't a good idea- the creatures could get out but the government would handle it.

Hidan took one last glance back and started his getaway. This was starting to be.. too easy. He happened to be in the middle of buttfuck no where but thankfully he now had a phone with service and most likely... maps. He ran east for a while before finally pulling out the device. He was currently in Iowa home to the biggest mental institution, Suna. Named after some city in Nevada. He was going to the capital... Des Moines.

"Let's pray I'm dreaming. "

/present/

It's been 2 years huh Hidan? It took him a few months to see what was happening. It was a virus that all mentally ill people got, turning them into corpses who wish to feed on the living. Zombies. He hadn't seen another human in years and... we really wanted too. He was currently in some long abandoned motel room and running low on food. He would have to scavenge again.

"Jashin... " Hidan muttered out, holding the necklace close to his face. Finishing his prayer he looked down at the floor next to the bed, holding all funny weapons. He had a katana (he found it next to some eaten guy), a gun (a police officer), the taser, a few knives and his favorite... his fist. Well it was on his body but he loved to punch zombies. They couldn't do much, being scratched or bitten did nothing to him. Well being scratched had him sick for a few days so he figured that was what turned normal mortal beings.

Hidan got up and pulled off his shirt. He was gonna go to sleep. Not like he had much else to do at 12:38 pm. Clocks still worked. Power was still working if the government was up to it. In fact, from what he has learned the past few years they're categories, clans, and all kinds of stuff.

Government Was the highest class, preserved for the smart and beautiful. It was filled with smart and beautiful for even stronger children, who would be humanity's next fighting chances against the flesh eating corpses. Government also had the military men and woman with families, and just everyone important before the whole breakout. Then there was clans. Bloodlines that where beginning to die out triumph now. Bloodlines like the Hyuuga and the Uzumaki worked best with the world like this.

And then there was the clans, where you would live, work and scavenge for. It was more like a community. The biggest of them all was Konoha, a place filled with loyalist, work, food and opportunities. Hidan had read all of this in a book, not having much else he read the damn thing. Repeatedly. He knew it like the back of his hand.

He really wanted to see another human, because... it was getting lonely. He also wanted to have sex really bad. His hands didn't hit the same anymore. He throw his shirt to the side and took off his belt and chains, starting to take off his jeans that needed to be washed, along with his other pairs. This was his last pair, he would do laundry tomorrow. Doing the finally step, underwear off, he jumped back into the queen bed and crawled under the covers.

Maybe things would be different tomorrow.

/the next day./

Waking up that morning he walked into his bathroom and stared into the mirror. He looked pretty clean, and sexy. Just as always. He has been alone for quite some time, he really just wanted to see another person. If the mentally ill turned, would he turn if he want crazy? Jashin wouldn't let him. He wanted to see another human for other reasons as well... let's say his hands just didn't hit the same anymore.

He shook his head and looked at the toilet, and did his business. Bonuses of sleeping naked: he didn't have to pull down his pants to pee. After finishing his business he reached over to the water bottle he used for the purposes of brushing his teeth, something he took seriously.. because if he finally found a person, he wanted to look nice. Not like he would today, today he had to responsibility's. Ugh.

Finishing his morning routine he walked into the room to look for clothes that already weren't dirty.
Now Hidan did respect the government for one reason: they did still care for the citizens not under their wing. Every few days they would restore power, which meant showers, phone service and just about everything you could do with power. But that day was not one of those days, so Hidan would have to walk out to the river close by the motel in the middle of nowhere, that was his home. And not anyone else's. His.

And only his.

He even spray painted the sign outside. Finding clean jeans and a shirt, he prayed for an underwear. He didn't want to wear jeans without boxers. He was already cringing at the thought. Finding one he jumped for joy and shoved the clothes on and collected the bin filled with the dirty clothes. Walking out, he only had a knife because.. zombies weren't common in areas like these. You would see them once in a blue moon because one; only the mentally ill would turn, 2. Because you needed to be scratched to turn, unless your Hidan... he doesn't turn. At all. And 3. Zombies usually filled areas that were more populated before it all happened like cities.

The middle of nowhere, no one would be there when it all went down and zombies stuck to where they turned. They had less brains than Hidan. Well Hidan did read a lot more than he used to, granted he mostly read mangas he stole, but he would read. A lot. Picking up basket he ran down the stairs of the two story motel and turned to look at the fence he made to protect himself, he has been at this motel for maybe 6 months and he didn't plan on leaving for awhile. Maybe if he met another person, preferably a man then he would take his leave, but the chances of that were low.

It took him about ten minutes to get to the lake behind the motel, and he he started to wash the clothes with the soap he found in those motel rooms. It was pretty convenient. It was like people who owned this place didn't even check the place, they just left as soon as they found out what had happened. He couldn't complain, they left him good.
It usually took a few hours for Landry to be finished...

It's why he hated doing it so much.

/two hours later./

"Finally! " Hidan gasped as he finally washed the last article of clothing, and he fell back into the over grown grass. He stared up into the sky and looked around at the forest above him. Grabbing his necklace he held it to his mouth to pray, it was comforting to know his god would always listen. Putting the wet shirt back into the basket, he picked it up, it being ten times heavier than it previously was, and walked it back over to the motel so he could air dry it there.

It took him another ten minutes to get back with the laundry, and he hung it all up on the guard rails of the motel. He pulled the chair from his room, and sat outside to make sure nothing would fall. Grabbing a manga from his room at the same time, a Jojo manga. Part 5 to be exact, the best part. He would repeatedly read that part.

Maybe until something interesting happened, but for now... his life free, was boring. A routine. Not even zombies would show up. Opening up the manga, he began his reread....

/Kakuzu/

Tying his hair back into a bun, kakuzu reached over and grabbed his black mask putting it over his mouth and nose. He looked over at his shoes and put them on so he could continue on his way. Tying up the boots he got up to his feet and started to brush his teeth... he didn't lose all humanity. Adjusting the parts of his hair that didn't get into the bangs because they were to short, he stepped out the door with his backpack, gun, and made sure he had his car keys before stepping out from the small cave thing he found that night, sleeping in the car didn't sit right with him. Ever.

Unlocking the black pickup truck he jumped in and started the car. He didn't know where he was going, but he was going. He only stayed alive for the heck of it, he just wanted to see how everything would play out. Money no longer had reason, so he was done with that dream. What would a 35 year old man do during a zombie apocalypse, he had just finished college to be a doctor a few years ago, and now he's left with some virus the mentally ill got that fucked him over. He barely made it out that hospital alive.

Well... now he was here. In the middle of Iowa, with no clue where the place he wanted to go was. He received an email on the day the government returned power and it caught his interest, a clan. It was an old friend of his, he was the leader. He just had to find it. He knew it was somewhere in Illinois, and they would await his arrival. That was two months ago, and now he's in (not exactly in, but around the area) Ottumwa, close to the border of Illinois. He was 12 hours away. He found a motel on the last power day just off the highway, 34. He would stop there to check for supplies and be back on his way to the group that his hold friend was making, he heard there was already a few members.

Looking around the forest as he drove back towards the highway, it was empty. Only the occasional animal that would run by. He looked at his phone, maybe he could play music? Well... he needed service for that. Fuck. He hated the quiet rides, he wanted at least something to entertain him. Whatever. Being alone is what he deserved.

It would take him 2 hours to get to that motel, if he wasn't mistaken. Maybe more with complications. A few zombies was more than enough to ruin his vibe. He looked into the matter of zombies so many times and he could never find a reason how or why it had happened. He spent a while trying to find a cure, he couldn't. Kakuzu was unable to find a way how, and he graduated top of his class. The highway looked as it always did, abandon cars and the occasional zombie that traveled from a nearby town. They never really had much going on in the head. Brain dead creatures. He pitted them. If you put them infront of their mother or lover they wouldn't know.. they would only have one though.

Eat.

They lost all intellect as transformation begins, like the brain fries up and becomes something new. He had looked into for a long time on how and why, not much into a cure. He found it fascinating. And he wondered about their live spans. Would they walk the earths forever or would they eventually just die off? Would they become so unstable the flesh just falls off the bone leaving a sack of flesh. He wondered this all the time. And he wouldn't get his answer till he lived a full life time, which he wasn't sure would happen. He didn't know how his body worked, having a birth defect that would double his life span. Giving him an extra life essentially. Born with an extra heart.

Doctors never really knew what was up with him. Doing all types of experiments and never found an answer. He had to much time to his own thoughts.

Looking at the car radio he pressed a button and checked to see if anything would broadcast. He wanted to hear something other than his inner voice. It wasn't that he had a problem with being alone, he had a problem with complete silence. Where only his inner voice would and could talk. Freely. Remind of all his sins. Not hearing anything but static, he kept it on. Just a little noise would do. That was fine. Leaning back he sighed, a long car ride to this motel, and an even longer one to his actual destination.