So This is the End. ( ROTTMNT dystopian/apocalypse AU fan fiction)

Chapter Two

"Oh no," Asha said in a monotone voice. "I opened the wrong door to the tunnel. Silly me."

Donnie looked at Asha, raising an eyebrow. "You had this planned all along, didn't you?"

Asha started to get ready to fight, getting out a selection of weapons for her to use. "I did...not. I did not."

Donatello rolled his eyes as he activated his Tech-Bo and relaxed a little bit as he heard the familiar hum of the machine. "We will postpone this conversation for after the fighting."

Asha got a hunting short sword. "Or we could multitask and do both. Either way it's fine with me. But if I know anything about you, I know you like to hear yourself talk."

Donnie jumped down from the cavern and attacked the nearest group of foot recruits, which were sadly many. "I do not like to hear myself talk! Just because I like the sound of my voice doesn't mean I like to hear myself talk."

Asha joined him in the battle, fighting the east side of the paper foot men about 5 yards from him. "That is literally what it means to like to hear yourself talk."

"What? No! That can't be!"

"It is. Now do you want to know why I led us here or not?"

Donnie knocked out a foot recruit attacking him at his side, who was screaming bloody murder his ear. "I say yes to you way too much, Asha."

Asha shredded the attacking paper men surrounding her with vicious looking weapons into confetti and jumped at the ones guarding the high quality technology. "So like I said, I only charted the caverns down enough to know the ins and outs, meaning all the entrances and exits. So I was planning to go to the nearest exit out of the cavern, when you said you wanted to know how much the Foot knew about you. At that point, I thought this was a good idea and decided to go to the nearest active - Hey cardstock, why don't you go to a nice town I like to call Shreddsville?!"

Asha angrily attacked the paper foot guard that was blocking her way from inside the vehicle full of tech that caught Donnie's attention and almost caused him to fail to dodge when he was working his way towards there. The mighty foot guard crumbled with another swipe of Asha's hunting short sword. "Huh, what, you didn't like the sites there? I knew it was a tourist trap." She jumped into the vehicle, her explanation trailing off as she fought the people manning the tech inside the van.

Donnie turned his focus back to the fight as he whacked a person who looked like he was hit face first into a stone wall with his tech-Bo. He made sure to avoid hitting the younger recruits too hard because he knew their minds could be twisted by the knowledge the Foot feeds them. But he still hit them, the Foot was responsible for the death of his family after all. One of the only things that still kept him going was the rage he had at the Foot in general and the revenge he angrily plotted after six years. That's why he became an assassin after all. You wouldn't believe how much money you could make on just killing one person or how much information about the Top Order (The Foot) you could get. Plus concentrating on killing your opponent was better than battling the huge hollow pain that throbbed constantly in his chest. 

Donatello fought a pair of twins heavily stocked with artillery. They were very large, perhaps three times larger than Donnie. They had a Cuban appearance to them and weren't in the traditional Foot uniform the other recruits were in. They instead wore large khaki cargo bodysuits that looked increasingly close to the same bodysuits you would be given in prison or purchased on https//www.EvilHenchMen.com. One was shaved bald and the other had a shaggy mop of hair that was growing bigger as Donnie was looking at it. Hairy was so shaggy that it kinda reminded Donnie of a werewolf. Meanwhile Baldy was just looking like he was just really mad at something, which in this case Donnie could understand. Donatello knew he could easily maneuver around or under them so he wouldn't have to fight them, but his instincts told him a different story.