A/N: This fic is heavily inspired by 28 days later as well as some other zombie properties so you undoubtedly see some similarities although I did try to add some of my own stuff so its not entirely plagiarized or anything like that. I originally intended for this to be a short oneshot, but it ended up a lot longer then I originally intended so I broke it into three parts. So the whole story is complete now, its just a matter of me posting it; so maybe a chapter every other day or so, maybe sooner with some encouragement. So please read and review and most importantly enjoy.

WARNINGS: Rated "M" for strong bloody violence and language

Screeches filled room, the incessant screams echoing off the barren walls. Cages shook violently as small furry hands wrapped around rusted metal bars, pulling at them, furiously trying to escape their small prisons. A loan dim light hung perilously from the low ceiling, casting eerie shadows across the cold ground. Two figures walked slowly through the room, their icy gazes were met by rage filled red eyes.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" One of the men whispered; the sudden lurches and hollers of the imprisoned beasts sending chills down his spine.

"Don't be so scarred all the time," the second man replied calmly, his hollow eyes continuing his examination of the many caged demons. Fearlessly, he bent down in front of one of the cages, looking over its occupant. The screams got louder and the bars shook harder as the prisoner became even more enraged, the sight and smell of its prey exciting the beast to new heights.

"But if we get caught we're screwed; he doesn't like people tampering with his work," the first man hissed. He had become fidgety now; always staying what he thought was a safe distance away from the red eyed monsters.

"Well then we just won't get caught," The second man said as he reached out to fiddle with the cages lock. "Now get over here and help me, we have to do this quickly."

Perspiring heavily now, the first man tried to swallow his fear and tiptoed towards the cage his companion had almost opened by now, undoing a large burlap sack he had been holding in the process.

Then in an instant the second man had the padlock undone and dropped it to the ground, the loud clank it caused echoing through the room, angering the imprisoned specimens even more. "Get ready, I'm about to open it," The man grunted as he battled to keep the cage shut, its occupant furiously trying to free itself now that the lock had been removed.

Gulping loudly, the first man readied himself, holding the opening of the sack near the metal door. Sweat had seeped through his already grimy clothes and it was taking almost all his self control to keep himself from trembling.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

And then the door was open. Without a moment of hesitation the beast moved and with a sudden burst of maddening speed it was out of its prison, flying though the air towards its prey.

Shocked by the monsters frightening speed the bag carrying man panicked. He fumbled the bag in his hands, letting it slip free for just a second. But that second was more then enough of a window for the beast to act. The man cried out in a pain as fangs dug into his neck, tearing at the skin.

The man thrashed out, trying to throw the monster from his neck, but to no avail. The furry beast had dug itself in, its sharp fangs digging into the man's neck and its razor claws slashing at the man's shirt and face. Blood spurted from the fresh wounds, the grisly scene exciting the other caged demons; their screeches filling the air louder then ever. The man continued to thrash and scream as the beast dug in deeper and deeper and more blood splattered onto the floor.

And then just as quick as it had started it was over. The other man had not been standing idly by, and with one fell swoop he had dislodged the ferocious beast from his companion's neck and packed it away in the burlap sack; holding the thrashing mass at an arms length.

"That fucker bit me!" The injured man cried, grabbing at the open wound in his neck. The beast had not let go easy though, and when he had been torn from his prey he had taken a large patch of skin with him. Blood streamed from the open wound, adding to the blood now leaking from the many other scratches and gashes the man had obtained.

"That little guy really did a number on you," the man's friend joked. He reached into his pack with his free hand and took out a roll of bandages, tossing it to his bleeding accomplice. "You really need to be more careful, if you hesitate like that you're going to get yourself killed eventually- Hey are you okay?"

The injured man had frozen. The bandages his friend had tossed him had bounced harmlessly off his chest, rolling onto the floor. His eyes were trained on the ground; his hands had fallen from his neck to hang limply at his sides.

"What's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, the injured man twitched, a sudden jerk of his shoulder accompanied by a twisted yelp. Then the man froze again, but only for a moment, as soon he twitched again, a mixture of a hiss and growl coming from deep in his throat. In another jagged movement he took a step forward, closing the distance between himself and his comrade.

"Wh-what the hell is wrong with you?" The as of yet unscathed man stammered, still holding the thrashing mass of burlap sack and monster in his hands. The screeches from the cages beasts escalated further, their small fists continuously banging on their metal bars.

The injured man let out a feral scream as he lifted his head, revealing crimson red eyes. And then with another wretched hiss he charged, lunging at his new prey.

xx

Wake up.

With a gasp azure eyes shot open. For a moment, everything was white, eyes having not been exposed to light for far too long slowly adjusting. As the brightness slowly dimmed the endless sea of white was replaced by the textured grey of the ceiling. Sidelong glances to the left and right revealed the remainder of the surroundings; a small hospital room with the only light leaking in coming from a small porthole on the right wall. The dull hum of a life support monitor and the intermittent drip of the last of a feeding tube emptying itself were the only sounds reverberating in the bland room.

With a groan, the room's loan occupant tried to push himself upright, his shaggy blond hair falling into his eyes in the process. After a moment of struggle the boy finally righted himself, breathing deeply from the surprising amount of effort it took to even sit up. From his new higher perch, the boy better examined his surroundings. He was in an all too familiar hospital, in a small private room with the only door leading out locked shut.

Still groaning, the blond haired boy reached for a small buzzer laying on a stand next to the bed, pressing the single red button the remote contained. Within moments the boy expected a nurse to come rushing through the door, or maybe even that pink haired girl he hadn't seen in far too long.

After a few minutes of waiting, no one came. The door remained shut and not a sound came from the other side. For what was normally a noisy and bustling hospital it was surprisingly quite. Had everyone gone home for the day? Based on the amount of sun leaking through the room's single window, it was possible; it looked to be approaching dusk.

"Hello?" The blond haired boy called out, hoping to get someone's attention. Again, no one answered and the boy remained alone in the bleak room.

The boy jumped as a sudden growl broke the eerie silence. He looked frantically back and forth for the source of the sound but found nothing out of the ordinary. A sudden pang in his stomach followed by another low rumble made the boy realize that the growl hadn't been some intruder, it had been his stomach, and he was starving. Glancing around the room again the boy saw no sign of food. In fact there didn't seem to be much in the room at all; just him in his bed, the life support system which had attracted a sizeable layer of dust, and a supply closet in the corner. He needed food, and if there was no one here to get it for him, he would just have to get it for himself.

The blue eyed boy pushed himself up even further and threw the warm blanket that was covering him off to the side. Now with the blanket off, he could get a better look at himself. He wore only a thin blue hospital gown, and by the feeling of it--nothing underneath. He was skinny, skinnier then he could ever remember himself being. The gown sunk down low on his stomach, lower then it should, and even with it on he could almost see the outlines of his ribs.

With a grunt, the boy pulled the needles that stuck out of his pale skin, leaving sore red spots up and down his arm. His skin was pale, pasty even, he never remembered being like this; his skin had always been a nice bronze from being outside so frequently. Another rumble from his stomach reminded the boy he had more important things to deal with; he didn't have time to dwell on how he looked.

With a great amount of exertion the blond haired boy pushed himself to sit on the edge of his bed, letting his legs dangle over the side. He stayed like this for a moment, taking a deep breath, preparing himself. And then slowly he pushed himself off, letting his feet rest on the cold linoleum floor. Before he knew what had happened his whole body was on the bitter floor as his legs could no support his weight and he fell forward, landing on the ground face first.

The boy groaned, pain shooting through his body. His legs weren't working right and he no longer had enough muscle mass to keep himself standing upright, let alone walk. How long had he been out to have lost so much muscle mass in his legs that he could no longer stand? He had been out of action, sometimes even bedridden, for many days at a time before and he had never had trouble walking after. He must have been stuck in that bed for a very long time.

Using the little remaining strength he had in his arms, the boy pulled himself towards the storage closet in the corner of the room. With any luck there would be a wheelchair in it, or at least something to help him walk. Reaching out to the wooden door, the boy threw it open, peering inside. To his dismay there was no wheelchair, but there was a small wooden crutch. It wasn't much but it would at least let him walk.

After a few minutes of struggle, with the help of the crutch, the boy had forced himself to his feet and had made it out the door of his room. In the hallway things were just as barren as they had sounded. Not a single person was in site and there didn't appear to be anyone even in the building. Some papers lay strewn about on the ground, old and tattered. How long had they been there? Shouldn't someone have picked them up by now?

Now that he was out of his room, the blond haired boy didn't waste any time. He immediately went in search of food, limping down the hallway, relying heavily on his crutch. His stomach rumbled again, incessantly reminding him of his need for food.

Little by little the boy made his way through the hallways, winding up and down them, looking for anything that looked remotely edible. And again to his dismay, he found nothing. As he wandered through the halls it just became more apparent how disheveled and barren the hospital really was. Folders and papers lay scattered all over the ground. Several windows had been broken and their glass had been added to the heaps of trash. None of the lights were on, many were even broken.

"Hello?!" The blue eyed boy cried out again, knowing that his calls would be met with nothing. Something had happened here. Had they just abandoned the hospital and moved it elsewhere? Then why had they left him, lying helplessly in his bed? Had something much worse happened?

Abandoning hope of finding anything of use in the hospital the boy headed for the street. The large panes of glass that normally adorned the front entrance door had been smashed off like much of the other glass objects in the hospital. Dried blood stuck to the small shards that jutted out of the doors frame. The boy stepped cautiously through the doors, making sure not to cut himself on the protruding sharp objects. He found himself glad the door had been smashed, as the automatic sensor normally used to open it seemed to have been deactivated.

As he arrived outside the boy was met with a chilling breeze that caused him to shiver slightly. He didn't have much meat on him anymore and the thin hospital gown that was his only piece of clothing did not give much protection against the elements. Now added to his need for food he had a priority to find warmer clothes.

Still leaning heavily on his crutch, the boy started to make his way through the town, in search of food. Just like the hospital the town was empty, not so much as a single person walked the usually busy streets. Trash and debris littered the ground; many buildings had chunks missing from them and several light posts had been toppled over, blocking much of the street.

More confused then ever now, the boy took the quickest path to the place where he always had gotten food in the past, and he prayed would have some now. But as he arrived at the ramen stand he found his hopes once again shattered. The small stand that normally stood proudly near the entrance of Konoha had been dilapidated. The stools had been broken, the legs of them spread across the street. A large part of the counter was missing, blown apart by something. Behind the counter was not any better. Dusty pots and pans lay piled on the ground, many ancient ramen noodles mixed in with them.

"Hey, old man, are you here?" The boy yelled, knowing the answer full well before he even asked the question. What the hell was going on? All of Konoha seemed abandoned. Debris lay everywhere, most structures thoroughly destroyed. Had everyone suddenly decided to just get up and leave? Was he dreaming? Was this just an illusion?

"Hello!" The boy cried out once more after several more minutes of wandering. "Is anybody here?!" It was going to be dark soon. The sun was about the dip below the horizon and soon everything would be encompassed in total darkness, as none of the streetlamps turned on. The boy kicked at some of the lamps, hoping to jumpstart them, completely oblivious to the shadows that zoomed by behind him.

With daylight quickly running out the boy had to do something. He was completely exhausted, still not having had anything to eat and quite worn out from his trip around town. He had to find somewhere to sleep soon or he would be liable to freeze. He could head to his apartment, but that was on the other side of town and walking all the way to the top floor where his room was would be quite a bother.

"Hello!" The boy called out one last time, expecting this attempt to be as futile as the last. He nearly jumped out of his skin as his cry was answered with a piercing shriek. A chill ran up his spine as the shriek continued, getting louder and louder as the source of it got closer and closer.

"H-hello?" The boy said, barely above a whisper. "Somebody there?"

Another barrage of even more intense hollers and growls responded. The boy looked down the street towards where the sound came from, looking on horrified as from buildings and dark alleyways many bloodied and battered people emerged. There movements were jagged; forced and even from a great distance the boy could tell something was wrong with them.

"Are you guys okay?" The boy asked, starting to back up slowly as the many grizzled people move forward.

Then suddenly the people charged, running towards him at ferocious speeds. The blond haired boy barely registered what was happening before the first person was upon him. Swinging out wildly, the boy connected with the side of the attackers head with his crutch, sending them both tumbling to the ground as he lost his balance.

"Shit, I shouldn't have done that," The boy muttered to himself as he looked over to the deranged person that lay next to him, blood pooling on the ground from the wound he had inflicted on their head. He had seen this person around Konoha at times, what had happened to make them want to attack him?

The boy didn't have time to contemplate this as the next wave of deranged people was soon upon him. He tried to stand up but he no loner possessed the strength to do so and he fell onto his back. He braced himself for the attack, holding his arms in front of his face to protect himself, unable to fight. He waited for the worst--but nothing happened.

Confused, the boy slowly removed his arms from in front of his face, looking around him to see what had happened. The deranged person that had been about to attack had joined the first one in a bloody heap on the ground, bleeding profusely from wounds that two Kunai entering its chest had created.

"Are you okay, Naruto?" A voice said from behind the now thoroughly frightened ninja.

"Shino!" The stoic Aburame stood over Naruto. He still wore the heavy green and black jackets Naruto remembered last seeing him in, but now they had become caked with dirt and blood, many tares running throughout the fabric. His hair was messy and long and overall his whole appearance just seemed more grimy then normal. "What's happening? What's wrong with these people?"

And then just as suddenly as Shino had appeared and saved him he held a knife to his neck. "Did you get any of the blood on you?"

"N-no," Naruto stammered surprised by Shino's actions. "What are you doing, get that knife away from me."

Trusting his friend, Shino pulled the knife away and looked back up to the approaching rabid people.

"What's wrong with them?" Naruto asked again.

"They're infected," Shino replied plainly, watching as several more infected approached them.

"Infected? What do you mean?"

Shino didn't have time to respond as four more infected got dangerously close. With a quick flick of his wrist a kunai with an exploding tag was attached to the closest one and in a deafening explosion it was blown to bits, the blast lighting the other three closest infected on fire. Their howls filled the air as they continued to run about aimlessly, the fire engulfing their bodies.

"Can you walk?" Shino asked, never taking his eyes off the approaching infected.

"N-no," Naruto stammered, he was still in shock from everything that was happening. "What the hell is-"

Shino cut the blond ninja short as he picked up the boy, throwing him over his shoulder like a sack. He didn't waste any time, even with the squirming mass over his shoulder, he took off in a run back where he had come from.

As they bounded down the street, the shrieks diminishing in the distance, Naruto felt something foreign on his backside. "Hey Shino, your hands on my ass," Naruto grumbled as he was carried away. He still only had his hospital gown on and it provided very little covering for his backside.

Shino ignored him again and kept on running. He weaved in and out of alleyways, changing direction whenever a howl indicated a near by infected. Soon they arrived at a small building, the only entrance to it being a thick metal door. Shino banged on it three times and waited, "Let me in." He called to whoever was inside.

After a few short moments the door cracked open and Shino pushed his way inside, slamming the door short and bolting it behind him. With a thud he dropped Naruto on the ground, leaving the boy to pant and try and his catch his breath as he sat down in a wooden chair on the other side of the room.

"Who was it?" A familiar feminine voice asked as she entered the room from an adjoining one. As she saw the panting Naruto she gasped, backing up into the wall. "N-Naruto…"

Propping himself up on his elbows Naruto found himself looking at a madly blushing Hinata who had pressed her back against the wall, looking awfully weak in the knees. "Hinata!" He exclaimed. "You mind explaining what exactly is going on?"

Hinata didn't answer, she opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She just leaned against the wall, hands over her mouth, blushing.

"Are you surprised to see him?" Shino asked, seeing Hinata's shocked expression.

"N-no, it's just…" Hinata pointed down at Naruto. Naruto's flimsy hospital robe had bunched up on his stomach, and since he had no other cover, much more was revealed then should be.

Realizing what had happened; Naruto turned an even brighter shade of red then Hinata and quickly covered himself.

"Naruto, you're alive!"

"Sakura!" The pink haired girl stood in the same doorway that Hinata had entered from. Just her hair wasn't quite the same hue of pink Naruto remembered. It had become grubby; bits of sand and dirt sticking to the ends of it. Her normally spotless clothes had been soiled as well, almost as dirty as Shino's had been.

"So you were the one that we heard screaming like an idiot?" Sakura exclaimed. "You shouldn't do that you know? You're just going to attract swarms of them and get yourself killed. You're lucky Shino got to you in time."

"Y-yeah, thanks for saving me Shino," Naruto said. "Now could someone please tell me what's going on?"

"Has he woken up yet?" Shino asked, turning to Sakura, completely ignoring Naruto's questions.

Sakura shook her head, her expression turning serious. "Speaking of waking up, I'm kind of surprised to see you here, Naruto. It's been nearly a month; I didn't expect you to wake up, especially with no one attending to you."

"You still haven't answered my question," Naruto frowned, starting to become annoyed.

Yet again, Sakura did not answer his question. Instead she approached Naruto, bending down to examine his legs. "You've been out for a while; you've lost a lot of muscle in yours legs." She said as a green aura appeared around Sakura's hands as she used her chakra to rapidly rebuild muscle in Naruto's legs. "This won't completely heal you but you'll at least be able to walk."

"Thanks Sakura…" Naruto muttered, "Now could you please tell me what the hell is going on."

"Fine," Sakura sighed. She walked back across the room and opened a chest that was set against the wall. She rummaged through it for a moment before pulling out a few candy bars and a can of soda. "Eat these," she said as she tossed the items to Naruto, "You look starved; the feeding tube you've been connected to must have run out days ago."

"Thanks." Seeing the food made Naruto remember how starved he was and promptly tore off the wrappers and devoured the contents.

"I guess it started about a month ago, a few days after you got back," Sakura commenced, finally deciding to answer Naruto's question. "It started with just a few people acting weird, attacking people for no reason. No one thought much of it. But then it started to spread. Soon it was a pandemic. It spreads through the blood somehow. One drop of infected blood and you were done for. The village started to tear itself apart. Some people tried to evacuate, some tried to fight it. Now a month later here we are."

"This all happened from an infection?"

Sakura nodded. She sighed as she sat down on top of the chest she had just gotten Naruto's food from.

"So where is everybody? Where's Kakashi? Hinata, where Neji and your family? Were is anybody?" Naruto asked, still letting everything letting sink in.

Sakura shook her head. "We have a few rules that we've followed since this all started."

"Rules?"

"Yes, rules," Shino interrupted. He glanced over to Hinata from his corner of the room. She was noticeably distraught at the mention of her family. "The first is that anyone who you do not know for a fact is alive you assume is dead of infected. You can't waste time looking for people, it will just get you killed. The second, is if you see anyone that is infected you kill them, no matter who it is. And most importantly, if any of us becomes infected you kill them without a moment hesitation. In fact, if you become infected it would be best if you just killed yourself; it would save us a lot trouble."

Naruto was speechless. Shino had been so blunt in his speech that his coldness had even surprised Naruto, who already thought the Aburame was rather weird. "Then who do we know is alive?"

"Besides who you see in here, just Kiba who is unconscious in the other room," Sakura said, jumping back into the conversation.

"H-how? How could everyone else be killed so easy? They're strong; they should have been able to fight off those crazed maniacs!"

"Skill," Shino stated as he stood up from his chair, heading towards the entrance to the adjacent room, "Has nothing to do with it. The only reason we're still here is because we got lucky, and that's the end of it. Now I suggest you get some sleep, you look exhausted. We have cots and rollout mattresses in the other room." And then Shino was gone, disappeared into the other room.

Hinata, who had been standing red faced in the corner the entire time followed Shino's lead and moved to leave the room. "G-goodnight Naruto." She said, and then she was gone as well.

Now it was only Naruto and Sakura left in the room. Sakura smiled weakly at Naruto, crossing her legs as she sat on the supply crate. "It's nice seeing you again."

"Yeah…" Naruto whispered. In any other situation Naruto would have been elated to spend time with Sakura, but this reunion felt bittersweet.

"You should get some sleep, we've got a long day tomorrow," Sakura said and then she was gone as well, leaving Naruto alone, sitting on the icy floor.

"Goodnight…"

xx

Naruto awoke late the next morning with his whole body aching and his stomach rumbling, a searing headache piercing his skull. He was surprised at how well he had slept; he had just woken up from what essentially was a month long nap after all. With a groan, Naruto rolled over to look to his right. Everyone else had vacated the room already and he could hear them talking off in the other room. That was, everyone except Kiba, who lay still unconscious on the other side of the room on a cot.

"So do we have enough now?" Hinata asked, shifting uncomfortably in a fragile wooden chair.

"Assuming they both wake up and can walk, yeah we should," Sakrua replied.

"Have enough for what?" Naruto interjected as he emerged into the room. He could walk now thanks to Sakura, but it was labored and he doubted without physical therapy and proper treatment he wouldn't be able to walk normally anytime soon.

"Nothing," Shino answered from his spot near the door. "Is Kiba awake yet?"

Naruto shook his head. "What happened to him?"

"We don't know," Shino replied, "We found him a day before you showed up, he was unconscious and beat up pretty badly."

"Oh," Naruto moved towards the supply crate, grabbing some food from it. He was still starved and even though his head was throbbing from only eating sugar, he couldn't really complain about the quality of the food given the situation. Tearing off the wrapper off of another candy bar, Naruto sat down on the crate, looking over his companions as he devoured his breakfast.

"So what do you guys do here?" Naruto asked, bits of food spraying out onto the ground as he spoke with almost an entire candy bar in his mouth.

"Do?" Sakura frowned, looking up at the ceiling, seemingly deep in thought. "Survive, mostly. We go out sometimes to look for more survivors but until we found you and Kiba that hadn't proven to be very useful."

Naruto was frowning now as well. He continued to chomp oh his candy bar as the four of them sat in silence. Hinata sat across from him, looking down at her sleeve, picking dirt off of it. Shino stood silent near the door, barely moving at all. Sakura just looked at Naruto, watching him shove candy bar after candy bar down his throat.

A sudden gasp from the other room made everyone jump and within moments they had all gathered around Kiba, who had waken up and now lay breathing heavily on his cot, his eyes darting around the room.

"What the fuck, where am I?" Kiba muttered, panting as he rolled over to sit on the edge of the cot. "Hinata? Shino? Naruto? Sakura? What the hell is going on?" Kiba was almost hyperventilating as he struggled to stand up, collapsing back down on the cot moments later.

"Kiba, calm down," Shino instructed, forcing his old teammate to lie back down. Kiba didn't fight back and lay back, slowing his breathing. "Now tell us what happened to you?"

"Well…" Kiba started as he shook his head, trying to get his mind back to reality. "Last thing I remember I was hunting in the woods and I got attacked by a bunch of those zombie infected people. I must have passed out after I got away from them. I'd been awake for several days straight, I must have just dropped."

"Hunting?" Sakura asked. "You know you shouldn't be doing it, it's too dangerous and most of the animals are infected."

"Yeah I know, but it's not like I was going to eat it," Kiba muttered. He'd sat back up again now that he had composed himself and was in the process forcing himself to his feet. "Well I really appreciate you guys bringing me here and all but I've got to go now."

"Go? Go where?" Naruto asked as he followed Kiba out of the room.

"Back home of course," Kiba replied as he marched towards the small places only door. He didn't make it though, as a few feet from the door he collapsed, falling to his hands and knees.

"K-Kiba, you should probably eat and drink something, you've been out for a couple days," Hinata said, helping her friend onto the chair she had been sitting in earlier before rummaging through the supply chest for more food.

"Yeah, you're probably right, I'm feeling a little light headed," Kiba groaned as he graciously accepted Hinata's offer of food.

"Kiba, you aren't actually planning on going back are you?" Shino asked as he entered the room.

"Why wouldn't I?" Kiba responded as he munched on his food. He had completely calmed down by now and seemed completely at peace.

"Well, is anyone still there?" Shino knew that they normally shouldn't ask things like this as it normally brought up painful memories, but Kiba seemed rather carefree, was it possible everyone in his family was still alive?

"Akamaru is, and I can't just leave him there can I?" Kiba stood up as he finished eating and downed a can of juice as he headed towards the door. "You guys can come if you want, it would probably be safer if there were more of us anyway."

Everyone else looked nervously at each other. It could be dangerous to go out, but if they went in a larger group it would be significantly safer. "Okay, we'll go with you," Shino said, speaking for everyone. "It would be too dangerous to let you go alone. Everyone make sure you have enough supplies."

Hinata and Sakura nodded and get read to leave. Naruto stood around confused, he still wore only a hospital gown and they didn't appear to have any extra clothes.

"Don't worry Naruto, you can borrow some of my clothes," Kiba laughed as he saw Naruto's confusion.

"Like I'd want any of your clothes!" Naruto barked back. "I bet they all smell just as bad as you do!" Even if Naruto really did appreciate the offer, he wasn't about to admit he needed charity from Kiba.

"Well then have fun dying," Kiba smirked as he unbolted the large metal door and stepped out into the outside world.