Chapter 1: Meeting GOD (Revised)

In a dark space.

A ball of light floated aimlessly adrift.

Around it, there was nothing but darkness. Slowly, the light began to take the shape of a human boy.

"Oh, you're finally awake. Took you long enough, little one."

I slowly opened my eyes and saw an old man with a long white beard staring at me.

"Huh? Where the hell am I? Who are you? What is this place?!"

I fired off questions in rapid succession, completely disoriented. One moment, I was crying because Beth died, and the next, I'm in some weird cosmic void with an old man. This day just keeps getting better.

I looked around. The place felt like an infinite void of darkness, only illuminated by what I guessed were stars. Then it hit me.

"I'm dead, aren't I?" I asked slowly, still trying to make sense of everything.

"Well, I've read enough novels to know where this is going," I muttered, slowly calming down.

The old man looked at me with amusement before replying.

"Yes and no. To put it simply, I pulled your soul here to grant you your wish."

It took a few seconds to register what he meant.

"Shit... you don't mean..."

He nodded.

"Yes. I will send you to the world of The Walking Dead so you can try to prevent the deaths of the characters you loved."

He looked way too pleased about sending someone into a world where a single scratch could kill you.

Is he crazy? I'm just a normal 17-year-old. I might know the plot, but all my survival skills come from video games.

Okay, breathe. At least I'm not getting dropped into World War Z. I'd be back here in two minutes.

"Wait, do I get any wishes or anything?"

He nodded again, and I felt a bit of relief.

"Yes, but only one."

I was kind of expecting three, but one's better than nothing.

Now I need to figure out in what way I will be reincarnated.

"First question—do I keep my memories? And when and where will I reincarnate? Will I start as a baby or...?"

Please let me keep my memories. If not, I'll have to waste my wish on that. And if I forget everything, I'm not even me anymore.

"Yes, you'll retain all your memories. It wouldn't be fun otherwise. As for the second question, you'll awaken three days before Rick does from his coma, and you will start in Atlanta."

Alright, not bad. Let's test the limits.

"I wish to have all the powers of Anos Voldigoad."

Go big or go home, right?

The old man sighed.

"First, let me explain the rules."

Oh no.

"No magic. No alien tech. No superpowers. You can only wish for simple things—immunity to the virus, peak human strength, mastery of martial arts, and so on."

Alright, let's think this through carefully. Immunity sounds good, but what about bullets? Hordes? That won't help if I get surrounded and torn apart.

<20 minutes later>

"I think I've got it. I wish to reincarnate as Itachi Uchiha, with all his combat knowledge and experience—but I still want to be myself. I don't want his personality influencing my thoughts or actions."

Even without chakra or superhuman powers, his skills alone would be a huge asset. Stealth, combat, tactics—all essential in a zombie apocalypse. And honestly? I just love the character. 

"Hmm. I can grant that wish, but there will be some restrictions. "

"That's fine, as long as it's not something dumb like blindness or a terminal illness."

The old man hummed.

"Those will be removed. I'll even add a small bonus for you."

I tried to ask what the bonus was, but before I could say anything, the world spun, and everything went black.

I snapped my eyes open and looked around the room. It was a simple bedroom—closet, table, and not much else. Like a simple dorm room.

I got out of bed and pulled the curtains aside slowly, not wanting to be seen.

Outside, two walkers were just standing there. One had its guts hanging out. From what I could see, I was on the third floor of some apartment complex. Normally, just seeing that would've sent me into a panic—but I felt nothing. Just calm.

That's another reason I chose Itachi—his mental strength.

Alright. First things first—food, water, weapons.

I moved away from the window and started searching the room.

Under the bed, I found a backpack with some basic survival supplies—canned food, chocolate protein bars, five bottles of water, a med kit, a sleeping bag, and some clothes. A small tent was attached to the side.

I muttered under my breath, "Not bad. At least I didn't start with nothing."

I opened the closet and found something even better—an Anbu uniform, a sword, a pouch with kunai and shuriken, and a coil of steel wire.

Now this was a nice surprise. It wouldn't do much against bullets, but the arm guards could help against bites. Only thing missing was the mask.

I geared up and looked around.

Why is there no mirror in the room? Isn't that a standard reincarnation trope?

I sighed and kept searching. I drew a kunai for safety—it was better than swinging a sword in a tight space.

I approached the door and pressed my ear against it. Nothing. Still, better safe than sorry. I opened it quickly and stepped back, ready for anything. 

But nothing happened.

I cleared the apartment silently. Once I was sure it was empty, I made my way to the bathroom. That's when I finally saw it—my reflection.

"Holy shit..."

It wasn't my face that surprised me—it was my eyes. Blood red. Like the Sharingan, but with no tomoe. Just plain red.

Did I get the dollar store Sharingan...?

Well, if it does something besides looking cool, I'll take it.

Looking closer, I resembled Itachi in his teens. Probably around my real age—seventeen. No stress lines. No dark circles.

But enough of that. Time to check everything I've got—and figure out which part of the city I'm in.

I laid everything useful I could find on the floor.

Inventory:

10 kunai

20 shuriken

1 Anbu blade (Totsuka)

10m steel wire

1 Anbu armor set

5 days' worth of food & water

4 sets of normal clothes

1 sleeping bag

1 small tent

1 med kit

Good. This'll last me a while.

I packed everything and sat on the bed, deep in thought.

This body didn't come with memories—just the skills. And damn, the skills felt real. Like I'd trained since birth.

I'm not even sure I'd hesitate to kill a human now. That's scary. But in this world, the real danger are the humans.

Time to make a plan.

First: figure out where I am. If I can track Rick down, I might be able to join the group. My plot knowledge is my biggest advantage.

But if they don't trust me or if this world isn't identical to the show. I will go on my own.

I want to save people like Amy, Sophia, T-Dog, Beth, and Glenn. But I won't die for strangers.

And then there's Lori... The drama she caused nearly tore everything apart. Honestly, I don't like her. I get that she felt guilty, but blaming Shane for everything? Please.

Could I kill her to stop the fallout between Rick and Shane? Maybe. But I don't know when she got pregnant. The child's innocent. And I'm not a monster. Still… if she survives the birth and keeps trying to tear the group apart—well, accidents happen.

Second: do I change the plot? Hell yes. I'm not just gonna sit back and let people die. If I want to save someone, I will—even if it throws the whole story off.

Well, time to move out. I need to find a map of the city and figure out roughly where Rick will show up. From there, I can track them down by the sound of the gunshots.

I grabbed my gear, opened the front door slowly, and stepped into the hallway.

Growling. To the left.

I crept to the corner and peeked. Two walkers. One stood in front of the staircase.

I threw two shuriken at their heads—no effect. They barely flinched. Guess the walkers are still fresh—their skulls haven't softened yet. The shuriken didn't penetrate deep enough to hit the brain.

I followed up with two kunai. Both dropped.

Okay, shuriken for humans. Kunai for walkers.

I retrieved my weapons and kept moving.

I cleared each floor methodically, killing every walker I came across. After 20 minutes, I locked the front door and grinned.

What, you think I'd leave already? There are dozens of apartments here, full of supplies.

First, I needed something to help me open locked doors.

After some searching, I found a small toolbox in the janitor's closet. Perfect. I grabbed it and headed to the nearest apartment. Using one of the tools, I picked the lock, then opened the door slowly. I knocked three times and waited. Nothing. I stepped inside with a kunai drawn, just in case.

I found some food, which I took, but what I really needed was medicine—and a map. I avoided overloading my backpack. Too much weight would only slow me down.

Then I repeated the process in every apartment, clearing them one by one. Any walker I came across didn't last long.

Hours later

" Finally. A map of the city. Took all day. "

I sat down, studying it. Interstate 85. That's the one Rick took.

I wasn't as far as I thought.

Good. If I'm lucky, I'll hear his gunfire when it starts.

I packed up, ate a quick meal, and shoved the refrigerator against the front door before lying down to sleep.