Mᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ Aᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ: Dᴏɴᴀᴛᴇʟʟᴏ's 200 Dᴀʏs ❪✘❫ 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝐶𝑂𝑀𝑃𝐿𝐸𝑇𝐸𝐷

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If you have not read the Mutant Apocalypse series up until Book 5, I highly advise you to do so, or else you will be confused!

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I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. My intentions are to entertain readers and create a fanfiction that others will enioy.
TMNT belongs to their rightful creators!

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This fanfiction contains graphic and sexual content. Be aware of blood and gore, foul language, and mental illnesses. Please, read at your own risk for it may be sensitive for some viewers.

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▻ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 》Thank you for choosing this book and adding it to your library or reading list! I wanted to create a graphic fanfiction filled with a ton of action. Enjoy '200 Days'-- a side book of the Mutant Apocalypse series!

▻ 𝐈 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐙𝐄 》If there have been any punctuation or grammar errors throughout the story, I apologize in advance. All writers are not perfect so it is bound to happen if there are errors. Sometimes, I will go in and edit those issues.

Happy reading! Give me your best comments and vote if you'd like!

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I am beyond thankful to be drawing breath. Now, all we gotta do is push forward and hope we reach a safe haven. Once I got on top of the erratic RV with Raphael and Osita, I was relieved to know that I was with my family again. As I adjusted myself on the vehicle's roof, I dusted off the soot and rubbed away the minor scratches on my rough-textured face. The moment I looked into Osa's eyes, I softly smiled at her. "See?" I chuckled lightly at her, seeing she is amazed that I survived Hopeswell's fall. "I told you we'd make it."

My friend nodded, still gazing up at me with her heterochromia eyes. "Yeah, you're right. Now we gotta find somewhere new." Osa says, holding on to the RV firmly to ensure her balance. Man, I'm glad she made it out alive. I'm glad everyone made it out...well, almost everyone.

For now, I'm cherishing my moments. Especially this one; with Osa. When I made intense eye contact with her, something felt different. It was a good differentiation, though. I parted my lips to speak. "Osa, I've always wanted--"

Then, with 'impeccable' timing, the RV jolted well enough to cause me to lose my own balance. I hadn't realized my body was falling until I saw Osa's face getting farther away from me through mid-air. I felt the intense contact my shell made with the asphalt ground, sending a violating sensation up my spine and chest. My body rolled and tumbled for a good few seconds until I was able to catch air into my lungs. "Guys!" The RV just... kept going. It didn't stop.

As I held my painful body in a fetal position in the middle of the road, I could hear her screaming for me. Osa was wailing and her screams haunted me... The only thing that my mind told me to do was just rest my head on the road before hearing a swarm of infected heading my way. I rolled over on my cracked shell-- it's weak from the lack of nutrients I haven't been receiving.

Once I turned over, I saw all of them running at me like a pack of wild dogs preparing to feast on their meal. All of them were Stalkers and Runners, limping and wobbling hastily toward me. "Oh, sh*t!" I exclaimed, reaching for my gun that sat on my hip and attempting to fire at their heads. Each time I let a bullet lose, I couldn't make a headshot! "Agh!" I got on my hands and knees, firing at each infected being, missing their brain-- soon, I ran out of bullets.

Finally, I made it to my feet and bolted down the slope off the side of the road, heading toward the treeline, but I instantly lost my footing and met a foreign object. The second I lost my running path, a thick branch sticking from the ground impaled my right side, sending an agonizing scream from my throat. "AGHH!!" 

I can't let this stop me! To keep my adrenaline going, I rolled from the ground while I held the branch that stuck from my abdomen. Pieces of the branch broke off as I continue to run from the hoard, desperate to keep my now miserable life.

Just when I was sure I was going to lose my life, multiple gunshots were close by and loud enough to draw the herd away from me. I might get a chance to slow down...

Every few seconds I turned around to see if any infected were following. Thankfully, they weren't. Taking in a deep breath, I let it out, wincing at the uncomfortable pressure. I leaned against a tree, catching my breath for a few moments before I can turn my attention to my 'minor' issue. 

But, I can't get a break. A Stalker's screams alerted me and I got a face full of it once its hands were on me. It shrieked and snapped hungrily at me, croaking grossly. I've never been so disgusted in my entire life.

In reaction, I pushed the infected being away, grunting with all of my remaining energy. "Ugh!" I shoved the Stalker away long enough, watching it fall to the ground and it got right back up. And the only idea I had to protect myself was to grab ahold of the branch interfering with my body and yank it out like the sword and the stone. "AH!" I roared. My blood flew from my wound, splattering nearby trees and leaves. Right away, I ran up to the Stalker and plunged the branch into its forehead.  

I ended those noises. After killing the Stalker, I pried the branch away from its skull and threw it a few yards away from me. In instinct, my hands covered my open wound which stained my hands, and clothing, trailing down my right thigh. 

Now, the adrenaline is wearing off-- I--- I can feel my nerves burning. My head is pulsating, the world is spinning, and I didn't have much time. "I need..." I leaned myself on the nearest tree trunk. "I need to get out of here."

Pushing off of the tree, I walked farther into the forest, subconsciously forgetting about my family.