How do i know, even though it's not exactly him, at least not fully his replicate appearance, yet close enough...?
Because i am...him.
In essence, as weird as that sound.
' i escaped a freakin military concipracy, this isn't even close to being as troublesome, let's just roll with this '.
Actually, while surprised i still feel naturally calm and undisturbed, well...mostly.
This isn't exactly my concern right now, but instead what i saw, from the memories of yesterday's night.
The moment i actually came here, Appeared out of thin air, then guided only by instincts inherited in my body.
I know this world wasn't going to be a peaceful one, that red-eyed crow said it.
But this? This is damn catastrophic. Zombies.
Freaking walking corpses.
I remember now, being dropped in the middle of the wet roof, zombie noises, whatever happened after that was taken care solely by the inherited body instincts.
Mine mixed with Sasuke's battle instincts and skills, which made me slaughter exactly 17 walking corpse on my way to this room.
15 while descending the stairs, zombies that were guided by the noise of slaughter.
the remaining two male zombies i found after breaking in the first apartment on sight.
Following that by cleaning my traces and then sleep.
And now here i am, about to start a new day, my second day in the apocalypse, conscious, as sasuke.
I decided to take his name, i will start anew here, just like the crow said.
Taking a breath i slipped on the sandal and took out clean towels from the storage seal.
the only effective suprenatural-thing actually in me now, Concidering the pitiful amount of chakra i have, no pitiful was understatement.
It was but a thread of what i should have. Not even close enough to perform the weakest jutsu.
But that is okay, for zombies?, I can manage through taijutsu and original skills.
With all these messy thoughts i stepped outside onto the corridor gripping a kunai in my right hand and the bundle of clean towels in the other.
There is still some blood around and at the end near the exit door, but no corpse.
I remember tossing them outside before washing and passing out on bed.
After a brief wander i stepped into The shower, put the items aside, tested the water and fortunately it still work.
I would've hate to miss even that. I stripped of what was on me and man, this shinobe body didn't disappoint.
Although outwardly while clothed not much bulky as my own past self.
This body was shredded, every muscle crafted to perfection which made the loss of the familiar bulked muscles not much of a bother now.
because i know just how much actual strength those unblemished muscles held beneath them, even while unreinforced with chakra.
And Concidering the need for agility to a shinobe. It is perfect for now, for my current age.
My gaze swept farther below at the slumbering part and i couldn't stop a proud nod in satisfaction, it was as magnificent as i remember if not more.
"*Whistle* bet nobody would expect such a pretty face to hold a damn pole underneath"
It was then a grinning bearded face flushed into my memory laughing loudly saying i should just head to adult filming industries if he ever died and no one was left to cover for me.
Shaking my head i continue looking around testing and getting a feel of my body, the slight difference of heigh wasn't much of a bother as i thought.
After finishing with inspecting my body and getting used to the feeling i turned the water letting the cold droplets soak my hair and body freshening my mind as i started thinking about what is important now.
My next steps in this apocalypse.
' i still don't know how much time passed since the pandemic started, i hope it is not long. I still need to find food '
ironically...zombies are secondary for now because i know i can handle them as long as i'm not surrounded by more than 50 in tight place.
So Food, water, medecin supplies, oil, fuel and gaz if possible.
With this modified storage seal i won't have to worry about food getting spoiled, nor about space in the future.
I have my kusanagi swords, it hold pretty good when clashed with the weapons of otsutsukis so i doubt it would be damaged even against modern firepower.
In addition to large numbers of:
_normal blades
_kunais
_surikens and senbons
_steel wires
_smoke bombs
_different type of pills including soldier rations.
_some substances, scrolls and other different items.
and lastly explosion papers...though unable to trigger them with my current chakra, and too flashy otherwise in this place.
Still, they are more versatile and better than regular grenades to me. Easy to make and control.
Clothes too won't be a problem throughout the years.
"Seriously, Why does it feel like this storage hold everything sasuke used throughout all his years. Guess the crow really saved me a big headache with those."
' For now priority goes to securing the building from zombies, then looting it from its worth, 5 floors with 4 houses each floor. I can finish it today and with luck maybe i can supply enough food to last me a week or more '
Closing the tap, i tossed over a towel on my head and tying another to my waist and stepped outside the shower.
Surprisingly the chilling morning breeze didn't faze me at all, this resistance confirm that i indeed had inherited him, his prowess.
really...i'm thankful to have such a strong body in this place.
With those thoughts i walked back to the bedroom while my body had already dried by then.
Tossing the towels aside i changed into the new set of clothes. A boxer, dark-blue shirt, black cargo pant, and black jacket.
Tying the arm braces on their places i proceeded with bondanging my shin to keep my feel of feet tight then the weapon pochets to my left thigh and waist before securing my kusanagi blade on my back.
I turned to the mirror.
If not for the dry roars sounding randomly outside and in the corridor with the deafening silence blanketing the town, anyone seeing me now would've probably assumed i'm merely a soft teenager cosplaying a ninja.
Even i was taken aback by how harmless i look with such a hairless and unscarred face.
I doubt This natural stoic expression would intimidate any bastard out there.
Without unleashing killing intent that is, and that too need chakra. Not like i need that.
It was at this moment my stomach churns anouncing its need.
I haven't had a bite since yesterday and now i'm starting to feel hungry, shinobe are no different than humans in that aspect.
Yet all edible thing i got on me currently are the soldier pills, too many yet not particularly a treat, the better ones are tasteless.
And i don't really won't to start my day with it.
" Let's check around " locating the kitchen i started looking around and the scene was bad, the place was a mess, and even more stinky.
Clear signs of the zombies were scattered around, disgusting traces of rotting skin around and dried blood, Scattered unwashed utensils and rotten food on the ground with a bunch of flies around it.
The only food i found? A can of tuna that i wasn't really sure of its expire date considering i don't even know the current calendar here, and the lack of electricity.
But a secured canned food lasts usually long enough.
Still i tore it open, and i guess it's alright from the texture and smell, i chewed a small bite to confirm. Safe. With more search i found a small pack of cookies. Hard, small but clean and covered.
Now i at least know it wasn't long months since the breakout or worst, years.
' i need to fix my food supply as soon as possible, toss it into storage so i can focus on other things '.
Though such oily thing was not really preferable thing for breakfast, but i know from experience as both an ex-soldier and shinobe that adaptation is the only way forward in life.
Especially in a place where death is all around.
You hate vegetables? It's okay, you will come to love it as soon as the real hunger come knocking in midst of the battelfield.
Can't sleep on the rocky ground? You will after surviving an intense day of firing in the wild and praying not to welcome a bullet with your forehead.
The smell of sweat and the excrement in the hideout is unbearable? You will change your mind after laying down next to shredded intestines.
And that was only the soldier side, the shinobe? Especially Sasuke's experience of it?
Massacre, running rogue, Orochimaru's shenanigans, wandering as a shadow of the hokage...Those memories made such things laughable in comparaison.
Thus taking the can, the hard cookies and a closed bottle of water i scavenged i headed back to the bedroom eating while simultaneously searching around for anything useful, books, a map, a working tech...anything that helps with informations.
Sadly whoever lived her, possibly the two male zombies were obviously not the type to keep books to study or anything i need.
After 40 minutes i sat the final piece on the desk.
A working watch pointing at 8:12am , A toolkit, threads and knitting box, flashlight, clean set of covers, pillow, shoe wear, a sturdy rope, and a set of adult dvd's...
Why did i even bother collecting the last item? You never know when such a thing become valuable trade in post apocalypse.
Still...In the end, nothing significant.
Sealing the items and doing a final check on me i walked to the apartment exit door.
The goal? Slaughtering every walking corpse in the building and secure it before proceeding to loot the appartements.