Turtle Power: The Walking Dead

Chapter One: Stanger in a Strange Land:

Daryl Dixon: 

Aaron and I left Alexandria three days ago. We were gathering supplies and keeping an eye out for survivors when we came across their camp. 

"The fuck," I grumble in disbelief, "Please tell me I ate the wrong mushrooms last night," I whispered to Aaron as we watch the group from about five yards away.

"I-I don't think you ate the wrong mushrooms. Unless I did too," Aaron whispered in return, his eyes wide as he stared at the sight before us.

Four freakin' turtle people laid around a camp fire, sound asleep. The had weapons on them and were covered in walker blood and guts. Sitting behind them was a rat the size of a man, wearing a robe of some sort and holding an emerald or jade cane in his hands/paws, as he surveyed the area for threats. 

"Think we should try talking to them?" I whispered. 

Aaron hesitated before responding, "Let's climb these trees and watch for a while. See what happens."

I nod, agreeing to his plans before quickly climbing up a tree. 

As I watched them, I figured out that the rat one must be their father figure or something from how they acted around him. The one with a blue mask, a red-eared slider turtle, was clearly the leader. The red masked one was a snapping turtle, which seemed to fit his personality as he often glared or bickered with the others. The one with a purple mask, who slept longer than the others, was a soft shell turtle. I concluded after noticing he wore a shell made of metal on his back. The hyper one in an orange mask was a box turtle, a pattern easily recognizable on his shell. 

The snapping turtle held my attention the most, and I kept fighting back any and all wondering thoughts my brain had as I watched the way his muscles flexed as he trained with the blue masked turtle. 

They're not even human, ye freak. Stop eyein' 'm like that. I mentally chide myself. 

The red masked one would occasionally glance our way. I suppose he could feel someone watching him. 

He didn't find us though, thankfully. But then Aaron decided to be Aaron and climbed out of his tree, gesturing for me to stay put. 

I silently cursed as he approached the nearest one- the one in blue. 

Aaron cleared his throat, startling the blue masked turtle, and suddenly Aaron was flying through the air, landing against a tree. 

He groaned and rolled onto his side, catching his breath, while the blue masked one approached him, worry lining his green face.

"Oh my shell! Are you alright?" He asked as he neared Aaron, who was now less than three yards from me.

I watched as the other turtle mutants and the rat mutant approached Aaron as well.

"Are you alright, young man?" The rat asked, kneeling beside Aaron. 

"I-I'm fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me. Not the first time," Aaron chuckled, "My name is Aaron. Do you guys have names?" He asked as politely as he could. 

"I'm Hamato Yoshi, but most call me Master Splinter. These are my son's," with each name he gestures to the corresponding turtle, "Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michaelangelo."

"Like the Renaissance artists," Aaron commented. 

"Yes, indeed. We are from New York. Do you by chance know where we are now, Aaron?" Splinter asked. 

"Virginia. I-I have a community no more than three days from here, if you would be interested in joining us. I'm supposed to ask three questions before bringing you back, though."