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

10 || 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝗼𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟼

A few days had gone by and during those last 72 hours, Donnie had changed dramatically and in an unhealthy way. The things he's been involving himself in only made things worse for him. Just the other night he ended the life of a man who was minding his own business inside his truck, trying to stay away from the infected that wander the earth. That's all the human was doing; hiding from infected.

Donatello took out each Walker and Runner that hoarded the man's F150, and as soon as he was done clearing the area, the mutant turtle turned on the man inside the vehicle. The brutal turtle smashed the window with his elbow, drags the man from his seat, and paid no attention to the wails and screams of the human begging for his life.

"No, no, please!" The man begs, his bag pressed against the ground with his hands up to show he was no harm to Donnie. No matter how hard he tried to tell Donnie to stop, it was no use. No one could get Donnie to do anything. "Wait, stop!"

Not having any sympathy, not an ounce of humanity, Donnie steps on the man's chest cavity, breaking his ribs underneath his shoe. Then, he stabbed the innocent survivor's head before looting his truck and carrying on his day.

As of right now, Don had finished skinning a light brown rabbit he killed earlier with his knife. A perfect kill with a perfect throw from his blade. He roasts the body over the flames of his newly made fire, cooking the juicy source of protein.

Once the rabbit's body was filled and cooked to a golden brown, Donnie peeled off portions of meat from the animal's hind legs. He tossed the pieces into his mouth and got a wonderful rush on his tastebuds. It's been a few days since he caught anything. He is just glad he isn't feasting on most of his canned food.

In just a few hours, the sun will be going down and he didn't want to hang around the forest areas where infected would easily find him.

After a few minutes of munching on the rabbit meat, Donnie tossed the bones to the side, put out the fire with a kick of dirt and rocks, and placed his pack on his shell. He is happy to have filled his stomach with something that will hold him up until he found somewhere to crash for the upcoming night.

He traveled a little further northeast, heading into a neighborhood with some promising shelter for the night. It was another one of those 'white picket fence' suburban neighborhoods with some once freshly cut front yards and an expensive car in front of each one. Only now, the cars were abandoned and the grass was overgrown with weeds of many kinds.

Donatello walks up to the first house he sees, one that looks like it hasn't been touched since the apocalypse began.

This house appeared to be a one-story house with a basement, judging the windows near the ground. It was a shade of olive green, the shingles of the home being dark brown, and a flowerbed next to the front door.

Don sees that the beautiful wooden door of the house was cracked open. Maybe this house was searched recently. Being alert, Donnie brings out the spearhead knife he owned with a flashlight in the other. When he pushed the door open, he peeks into a living room with a fireplace, a simple couch, and a recliner.

Nothing is here to harm him.

He turned his attention to the hallway on the left, leading him down to a bathroom and three bedrooms. Quickly, Don skimmed the restroom, then the first bedroom, the second, and finally, the third.

The third bedroom was nothing exciting like the previous rooms of the house. Donnie only found a bed stripped of sheets with empty dressers and a ghostly closet. He retreats from the room, walks down the hall, and meets the kitchen. It had been looted as well. "Damn." He whispered sharply, turning his head from where he stood and finding a set of stairs leading to the basement.