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Who; Neji, Lee, Tenten.
What; Competition of zombie pwnage, rawr.
When; Lunchtime :D
Where; A hill overlooking the training grounds.

Neji was halfway through his bento when a breeze picked up, pushing its way through the trees and Neji's hair and Lee's abominable bowl cut...and carrying the distinct scent of...unpleasantness. The Hyuuga looked up,

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Neji had crossed his arms and was watching Lee with a look of mild contemplation on his face. A competition...well. It would have been a competition without the announcement, at least for Lee. Neji'd become a bit better at bothering to care about what their interactions had meant to Lee as the years had progressed, but he was still, well. How to put it delicately. Better.

Not that throwing down a bunch of just barely mobile, rotting, brain-craving former nin (Neji had noticed a few dangling bits of metal with the Konoha crest) was really a test of his skill, but they were overrunning the training grounds. And Lee had used the word dispatch, so Neji might as well reward him for the expansion of his vocabulary

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"Right then!" Lee enthused, "we are in agreement. Whoever loses will buy Tenten dinner."

One!

Two!

Three -- and half -- ! Punching holes through the zombies was rather dirty work. The mess of slime and Gai-knows-what-all that covered his hands was gross but Lee was used to dealing with messy slime and bodily fluids: tending gushing, gory bleeding wounds and unclogging bathroom drains and so on weren't for the faint of heart. Even if this particular slime smelled like graveyards.

Come to think of it, maybe the strangers really were zombies; stranger things had happened lately than his shonen manga collection coming to life..

"Are you a zombie?" Lee asked, but three and half gave no response. It only uprighted itself, half of its chest gone and stared at him uncomprehendingly with stubborn, crazy eyes. It was silent save for it's moaning and made threatening brain-eating motions until Lee sighed and finished it off.

"Whatever they are, they aren't human. Four Five six!"

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Pfft. Boys. Tenten rolled her eyes at this, shrugging her shoulders and turned to join them. However, her eyes caught the leftover bentos and lunches that were strewn on the ground, forgotten. Tenten, being one who didn't like to waste, thought they could atleast save the uneaten food from zombies remains and the like. So she quickly went over to pick them up, hopeful they wouldn't taste as bad as it smelled at the moment.

As she packed up the lunches, she noticed the dangling crests of Konoha headbands twinkling in the afternoon sun. So they were former-nin, meaning they were zombies. Horribly smelly ones, that was. She absentmindedly threw a kunai at one that strayed too close, the head promptly flying behind and embedded itself in a tree with her kunai.

Oh god. They smelled horrible"Ugh!" Tenten said, finishing packing up the leftover lunches at covering her nose once more. She cringed at the mess Lee was already making, wondering how Neji would fair. His clothes were white, which were...well, he had the disadvantage in the

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Neji listened to Lee count aloud as they picked their way through the mass of reanimated corpses. He had no intention of attempting to interrogate, himself---they'd already proved themselves incapable of coherent conversation and, while Neji did know a thing or two about brains, he doubted they were interested in the mechanics.

Five, six, seven, eight...

He used his feet as much as possible, not wanting to get any rotting flesh in his hair anywhere it wasn't supposed to be. Lee was either relishing getting his hands dirty or his brain was too primal to understand the concept of staying clean--either way, he was covered in undead muck.

"You're showering before you buy us dinner," Neji stated calmly in Lee's direction as he lobbed off another head with the back of his sandal. The training grounds and hill were now scattered with fallen body parts steaming in the sun, providing an aroma of coagulating blood and rotting flesh.

Could dead cells coagulate? Neji would look it up. He was getting bored.

"Brains..." a particularly