"Are you good for another run? There's a fast food shop around here, I think; maybe we can find something?" Sasuke suggested looking around, trying to spot the shop Ciri told him about.
"Only if ya promise not to screw me with those things," the man smirked, pointing at his kunai, tightening his bag, and following along.
"The shop you are talking about. I saw it, but...it's overrun with them. Are you sure about this?"
"We will be careful; it's better to try a place where food is the focus point than to waste time wandering around."
"Fair point, you didn't tell me your name."
"Sasuke, Uchiha Sasuke"
"Foreigner? You can call me Billy, Billy Butcher."
"Yeah, half-Japanese. Leave those two to me and recover your rhythm." Cutting the talk, Sasuke stepped forward with quick steps, using a kunai to eliminate the walkers that were in front of them as the duo kept moving to the sidewalk with cautious steps.
"Military?" Billy asked, seeing how the young man moved; he was obviously trained, too fucking well. No hesitation, no wasted movement, simple and efficient takedown.
"Not really, but I was trained for this kind of things, were you?"
"Figured, I was yeah. There it is, damn...I can count 6 from here."
"9"
"Seriously? Where did you learn to count?"
"I've got good eyes; let's make it easy." Taking a shuriken, Sasuke flicked it on the opposite side of the shop, shattering a car's window.
The noise drove 4 walkers toward its source, away from the restaurant.
"Smart, now what...force through? I can take three at once maximum, boy."
"Don't worry, I won't make an old man overwork himself," Sasuke grinned behind his half mask as the two moved ahead slightly crouched.
Reaching the side of the shop, Sasuke brought three kunai to his hand, launching them at the group who went for the car following the noise.
And once again Billy watched with admiration as the boy hit each head with super accuracy without even looking longer than two seconds at them, as if confident that he would never miss.
"I'm starting to feel useless here," Billy whispered with an amused smirk. He hadn't felt this relieved in having an easy fight against those walkers since the breakout.
"I will leave that one to you; he may arrive when I start taking them down. Two whistles will signal that the place is clear. Good? And if possible, help me take back those. Only if it's safe," Sasuke said, showing him the kunai.
"Sure, go for it and be careful, boy; I wouldn't want to lose a buddy this quick." Billy patted his shoulder, unaware that every muscle on Sasuke's body was coiled to respond to the slightest intent of attack.
"Sure, see ya soon."
With that, Sasuke moved forward, slipping through the entrance and coming face-to-face with a walker before burying his kunai in its temple.
Before the corpse even hit the ground, his kusanagi blade had already claimed the neck of the nearest one.
With two thuds he pierced the severed head, then took a quick glance at the place.
It was a normal-sized restaurant with tables and chairs in the dining area.
Two nearby walkers stood like string puppets and started walking toward him with their growls.
Sasuke saw Billy successfully smashing the head of the walker he left for him.
He would protect the man with all his power as long as he proved to be a good one.
Shaking off those thoughts, Sasuke finished the two as easily and turned to a corner where he spotted one of the walkers that Billy missed before.
Its midsection was blown, and all it could do was snarl and growl at Sasuke, who finished it.
*Whistle* *whistle*—two short sounds—and Billy walked in holding his bloodied club bat. And giving him the three kunais.
"Thanks."
"All done? You sure work fast, boy."
"Let's keep our guard alright; I don't know what is inside the kitchen."
"Should we barricade the entrance with tables and all?"
Sasuke thought for a second; he didn't know what was inside the kitchen, but even if there was a dozen of them, he was sure he could take care of it; thus, he nodded.
"I think it's better to make it light in case we have to withdraw."
"I thought so; help me out."
In a few minutes two tables and some chairs were up against each other in the entrance, and Sasuke walked around making sure no hidden spot remained unchecked.
While Billy started going through the walkers searching for anything good.
You never know which one may hold a gun tucked somewhere.
Taking a breath, Sasuke reached the kitchen, pushing the door open. Inside there was only a female walker in a dirty chef's uniform.
Taking care of her, Sasuke moved, pulling open every cupboard along the way, checking them.
Utensils, spices, salt, sugar, canned food, some noodle packs, and other safe edible things were inside.
Reaching the small storage room on the back, he frowned as the rotting smell assaulted him.
The supposed refrigerator here was reeking with flies and even worms inhabiting it due to the spoiled meat.
"Fucking hell, this place smells worse than Harris's unwashed socks," came the curse of Billy who looked happy; at least the trouble was worth it, as they found some good food here.
"Who's that?"
"Grandfather, bless his soul. Happy he didn't live long enough to witness the world fall apart."
"We weren't as lucky," Sasuke muttered, looking around.
"Well, jackpot, no meat...but all those sacks of wheat and flour. I don't think they are spoiled yet. And look at all the gallons of water here. It can last for a month at least."
Sasuke looked and saw 5 big sacks of wheat and flour inside a wooden cabinet. And the 12 big water gallons on one side.
"They should last some time, yeah. How do we split?" Sasuke asked, wanting to see what the man would choose.
"That isn't even the right question ninja boy. How do we move them? And to where? This place isn't safe."
Hearing that, Sasuke nearly facepalmed; the things that should've required three hand moves to solve now stood like a troublesome challenge.
Still, he knows that exposing his singularity to someone he just met would be a stupid move.
"You don't have to hurt your back, old man; I will move them to the dining area first, and we will think of something." With that, he crouched, grabbing three sacks of flour at a time, and lifted them with ease.
Seeing this, Billy couldn't help it: "I see you didn't skip a gym day," before he carried one himself and followed him outside.
"Do you know how to cook? Now we are here, I'm craving a pizza with extra cheese."
"Do I look like one who can cook?"
"Honestly, yeah...you look anything but the damn terminator that you are."
"Thanks for the compliment," Sasuke laughed, dropping them on a table, then turned to the sweating man.
"Are you sure you're not salty just for not having a face like mine, old man?"
"If I had, I would at least be in some penthouse with a rich woman takin' care of me right now instead of living in this shithole."
"Good thing you haven't then; I'm sure they would be taking good care of all that meat you have in store."
"You think so? What a damn shame," Billy smirked, totally twisting his words about the meat part, and Sasuke could only laugh at that.
Time passed quickly as the two finished layering the things on a table.
"So, should we just go with noodles?" Billy suggested waving two packs.
"Guess so, and we need to leave in an hour, before sunset."
"I will do it; you keep studying whatever magical recipe that is," Billy spoke, seeing Sasuke immersed in a cooking book he found somewhere around there, and then he retrieved a small heater from his own backpack and went to the kitchen.
'I'm a fucking cheat.' Even without his Sharingan, Sasuke still found it easy to remember everything he saw shortly and even simulate the process.
Though the matter of him having the talent to really cook still remained to be seen.