In The Walking Dead as Itachi Uchiha ?! (TWD)

I stepped out of the tent, already dressed in a black sleeveless shirt and training pants.

I started walking towards the treeline, heading out for my morning training while everyone else was still asleep.

"Wait!" a voice called.

I turned toward the voice. Amy jogged up, dressed in grey sweatpants and a loose red shirt, her hair tied back. She looked nervous, but determined.

"Are you going to train?" she asked, slowing to a stop in front of me.

"Yeah," I said, keeping my voice even.

She hesitated, then looked up at me.

"Can I join you? I just… I don't want to be helpless anymore."

I watched her for a second longer.

I gave a small smile.

"Alright."

We ran across the field and into the woods, following a narrow trail.

Amy stayed close behind me. Her breathing got heavier the longer we ran, but she didn't say anything.

By the time we reached a clearing, she was already sweating and slowing down.

I looked at her.

"Stabilize your breathing, and we'll start."

She nodded, trying to get her breathing under control.

After a minute, she was ready to continue.

We started with basic exercises, stretches, knee push-ups, and squats. Nothing too hard, just enough to loosen her up.

"We'll start with footwork," I said, stepping back.

I showed her a basic stance. Feet apart, knees slightly bent, arms relaxed but ready.

"You want to stay close enough to land a hit, but far enough that a simple step back avoids getting hit. Distance controls the fight."

I stepped forward and back slowly, shifting weight without crossing my feet.

"You move to create space or take it away."

She tried copying the movement. It was clumsy, but she was focused.

"Keep your balance. Don't lean in too much," I said, circling slowly around her. "Always know where your feet are. If you lose your balance when a walker's that close, you're done for."

She adjusted her stance and kept moving, staying light on her toes.

Her back foot caught slightly on a tree root hidden under the grass. She stumbled for half a step but caught herself before losing balance.

She glanced at me, a little embarrassed.

"That's why you watch your surroundings as much as your opponent," I said. "It's not just about what's in front of you."

I walked a slow circle around her.

"If your footing's off, if you miss a branch, a rock, or a body behind you, you go down."

She nodded, more serious now, and reset her stance.

"Awareness keeps you alive," I said. "Always know what's happening around you."

She nodded and kept going.

I reached down and pulled a kunai from the strap on my leg.

I held it out to her, handle first.

She took the kunai carefully, eyes locked on it.

"Now we train how to actually apply it in a real situation."

I stepped back and stood in front of her.

"But first, basic stabbing."

I showed her how to properly hold the kunai.

"Use your body weight," I said.

I stepped forward into a clean stabbing motion, arm tight, hips moving with the strike.

"You don't stab with your arm, you drive your whole body into it."

She nodded, watching closely.

"Now try it."

She mimicked the motion, stabbing forward with the kunai.

Her arm moved right, but her back foot stayed planted. 

"Again. This time, put your weight behind it."

She reset and stabbed again, cleaner, but still off.

"Good. Now match that with your footwork," I said. "Move in, stab, then get back."

I stepped towards her, demonstrated again, stab in, quick step back, reset.

"If there are three walkers in front of you and you stay too close after the first stab, the other two will grab you."

She looked at me and nodded with a serious face.

"Got it."

I continued explaining.

"You strike, then move, never stand still."

She kept practicing the same motion for the next thirty minutes while I did my own training nearby, correcting her when she made mistakes.

By the end of it, she was sweating and breathing hard, completely worn out.

I looked over at her.

"That's enough for today. If you're serious, we'll do this again tomorrow and add more to it."

I nodded toward the kunai still in her hand.

"Keep it. Try to practice on your own later, near the RV or somewhere safe, when you have some free time."

She gave a tired nod, then looked up at me.

"Got it. I'll find you at the same time tomorrow."

She paused for a second, then added quietly,

"And… thank you."

I gave her a slight smile.

"You're welcome. We'll pick up where we left off tomorrow."

She nodded, and we started walking back towards the camp.

We crossed the field in silence. Camp was just waking up.

Andrea stepped out from behind the RV and spotted Amy immediately.

"There you are," she said, walking over. "Where the hell were you? I woke up and you were gone."

Amy kept walking, grabbing her water bottle.

"I was training with Itachi," she said, sitting down.

Andrea sighed.

"Fine. Just warn me next time before you disappear."

Amy nodded and looked back at me.

"I'll go change, I'll see you later," she said, smiling.

I gave a small nod in return and turned to walk away.

A sharp whistle cut through the field. I looked over and saw Daryl near a blue pickup truck, waving me over.

As I started heading his way, I glanced towards the far end of the field.

Otis was coming up the trail, rifle slung over his shoulder, dragging a deer behind him.

I went over to Daryl.

He was leaning against the side of the blue pickup. Dale stood nearby, arms crossed.

"We're about to go through what we've got," Dale said. "Guns, ammo, all of it. Between the CDC stash, Rick's bag, and what we grabbed along the way… we've got more than we thought."

Daryl opened one of the duffel bags and started laying the guns across the back of the pickup.

"We could arm a small army with these…" Dale muttered.

I stepped closer and started sorting through the pile.

"We need to train the others to use them," I said.

Daryl nodded.

"Yeah. And we're gonna have to split it all up so everyone's armed properly."

I nodded back.

"I'll talk to Rick once we finish here. The group needs training."

Dale placed another rifle on the truck bed and glanced up.

"Hershel's not gonna like you firing guns around his farm."

"We'll go further out," I said. "Use only the suppressed ones, and we put everything back once we're done."

Daryl smirked.

"Sounds like a plan."

Daryl gave a crooked grin as he looked over the truck bed.

"Now this is what I call an arsenal," he said. "Only thing missing is some bulletproof vests."

Dale looked up, eyebrows raised.

"Why would you need those against walkers?"

Daryl snorted.

"'Cause walkers ain't the only thing out there."

I glanced at Dale.

"Before the outbreak, there were still people who murdered, stole… raped. That didn't stop. It only got worse. No laws. No rules. And now that resources are limited, it's been amplified tenfold."

Daryl didn't even flinch.

"If someone's hostile towards us, we put 'em down."

I gave a small nod.

Dale shook his head, clearly uneasy.

"You're talking about killing people like it's normal now."

Daryl looked at him.

"It might have to be."

Dale didn't respond, he just stared at the rifles.

Finalized Gun & Attachment List

• 2 Scoped bolt-action rifles• 1 with 4x magnification optic

• 1 Remington 700• Scoped (Dale's personal)

• 1 Colt Python .357 Magnum (Rick's personal revolver)

• 1 M4 carbine • Holographic sight• Suppressor

• 1 AK-74 • Red dot sight

• 2 MP5 submachine guns • Suppressors

• 5 Glock 17 pistols • 2 with suppressors

• 10 Beretta M9s

• 1 Smith & Wesson 3913 "Ladysmith" (Andrea's personal)

• 2 Colt 1911s

• 1 Beretta CX4 Storm

• 2 Remington 870 shotguns

• 1 Mossberg 590 12-gauge shotgun (Shane's personal)

• 2 Mossberg 500 shotguns •includes 1 Cruiser

Spare Attachments (Not Equipped)

• 2 Detachable suppressors (rifle-caliber)

• 1 Detachable suppressor (pistol-caliber)

• 1 Spare ACOG scope (4x magnification)

• 1 Thermal monocular (low range)

Daryl gave a grin and looked over at me.

"See anything you like?"

I nodded, my eyes settling on the bolt-action rifle with the 4x scope.

"This would be perfect for me," I said, picking it up. "And maybe a small handgun too."

Daryl smirked 

"Guess I'll tell the others to keep their damn hands off it."

I gave a small smile and nodded back.

We started packing everything back after Dale finished writing down the inventory.

I tightened the strap on one of the bags when I heard soft footsteps behind me.

Turning around, I saw Sophia approaching, hands carefully carrying three tin cups of water. She looked a little shy, her gaze bouncing between us.

"Um… you all looked kinda thirsty, so… I brought some water," she said, glancing up at me, then at Daryl and Dale.

Daryl gave a small nod as he took one. Dale smiled, clearly touched.

I crouched slightly and accepted the third cup from her.

"Thank you," I said in a sincere tone.

She gave a quiet smile and nodded before turning to head back towards the RV.

None of us said anything, but we all smiled a little. 

Then I stood up and headed across the field.

Rick, Shane, and Glenn were gathered around the hood of a car. A map was spread out across it, weighted at the corners with rocks and cans. They were mid-conversation when I approached.

Rick gave a small nod.

"Morning."

I nodded back.

"Good morning."

"We finished checking the guns. We've got enough to start training the others, and more than enough to arm everyone here."

Glenn raised an eyebrow. Shane leaned forward, interested.

Rick nodded slowly, thoughtful.

"That's a good idea."

Shane crossed his arms.

"I'm a certified instructor, I could teach everyone how to shoot."

I looked at him.

"It shouldn't just be adults. We need to teach the kids something, basic survival, what to do in tense situations, maybe even train them to use a simple firearm. We saw what happened with Sophia, they need to be ready too."

Rick went quiet, thinking.

Shane spoke first.

"I agree, we need to be prepared."

Rick finally responded.

"I don't know about giving them guns. I'd need to talk to Lori and Carol first, but for basic training… I think they'd be okay with it."

I glanced between the three of them."Daryl and I can handle the quieter training, tracking, and stealth. And you could focus on handgun handling."

Rick let out a slow breath and gave a nod.

"Alright. I'll ask Hershel for permission to fire the guns away from the farm. We could gather everyone tomorrow."

Glenn straightened up.

"I'll go let the others know then, if we're doing this, they should be ready."

He gave a small nod and jogged off toward the RV.

Rick folded the map and tucked it under his arm.

"I'll go talk to Hershel before we start."

Shane gave a sharp nod.

"Sounds good."

I gave a small nod of my own.

"Let me know if anything changes."

Then I turned and walked off.

I stepped out of my tent, having just changed into fresh clothes. 

I didn't make it more than a few steps before I heard someone approaching.

"Do you have a moment?"

I turned toward the voice, and Jenner was standing a few feet away.

"Of course," I said.

He stepped closer, lowering his voice.

"I've been thinking… about telling them about the infection."

I didn't answer right away. My gaze drifted toward the others, Rick near Hershels' house, Glenn by the RV talking to the others, Daryl on the edge of the woods.

"They need to know," I said quietly. "If someone dies from anything other than a bite and we're not close enough to stop it… It's a risk."

Jenner nodded slowly.

"So… who first?"

"Rick," I said. "We tell him first and then gather the others."

Jenner nodded.

"Alright."

Jenner and I walked in silence for a moment, moving toward the outskirts of the farm.

"Have you tried triggering your eyes again?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"No, didn't have the chance to try it."

He paused, thinking.

"Try tracking multiple targets at once. Fast ones. Crude methods might still work, watching every falling leaf, or something quicker. We could toss a handful of rocks in the air, see if you can track them all, anything that forces your eyes to push past the threshold."

I nodded once."Push until it cracks."

Jenner gave a faint smile."Exactly."

We kept walking and swapping theories.

Up ahead, Hershel was carrying two buckets of water from the barn. I slowly approached him.

"Need help with that?" I said, pointing at the buckets.

He looked up, slightly surprised, then gave a nod.

"Sure, appreciate it."

I took the buckets from his hands.

"How old are you, son?" he asked as we walked.

"Seventeen."

He slowed for a second, surprised.

"You're only a year older than my youngest daughter."

Jenner caught up beside us, holding a folded diagram under his arm.

"I've been thinking," he said. "Might be useful to show the group how the virus works."

Hershel eyed him.

"You're a scientist?"

"Dr. Edwin Jenner. CDC."

Hershel's expression shifted slightly."Then what are you doing here and not in the CDC?"

Jenner's face went still for a moment before he answered."Dead. All of them, there's no CDC anymore, no government either."

Hershel frowned."There's gotta be someone out there working on a cure."

Jenner shook his head."Not for the ones who've already turned."

He opened the diagram partway, pointing to a labeled section."The virus kills the brain and restarts just the brain stem. No thought. No memory. Just motor function and hunger, they're not alive anymore."

Hershel's face darkened.

"I don't believe that. When AIDS showed up, everyone panicked. One boy in town got it, and half the parents pulled their kids out of school just so they wouldn't have to sit in the same room."

"This is different," Jenner said. "The brain is dead, the body's rotting. Even if we had a cure, they wouldn't come back. They'd just… stay dead."

Hershel stood silent for a long second, then scowled.

"You're wrong."

Without another word, he turned and walked off towards the barn.

Jenner watched him go, confused by his reaction.

"He doesn't want to accept the truth," I said quietly. "His wife and stepson got bit."

Jenner gave a slow nod.

His eyes dropped to the buckets still in my hands.

"So… what'll you do with that?"

I sighed.

"I'll take it to their house, at least I think that's where he was headed."

Jenner gave a brief smile.

"I'll head back to the RV. I've got some theories about those walkers we saw on the highway, I want to look into."

I nodded and watched him turn away before heading toward the Greene house.

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🧪 Author's Note:

Thank you all so much for the support — over 1000+ power stones! That's actually insane. Never thought we'd reach that many, so a big thank you to all of you!

I'm gonna try to keep track of all the weapons the group has, who's got what, and with what attachments, but if I mess something up or miss anything, go easy on me 😅And hell no, I'm not gonna track ammunition. I'd go insane trying to count every bullet and type. So I'll just use my sixth sense to figure out when the group's running low.

Let me know what you thought about the chapter — your feedback means a lot.

Thanks again for reading!