TMNT: I Fight Alone

Chapter 2: Meeting The Turtles

(Y/N) POV

"RUN!" I screamed, shoving my sister out of the way of a falling bookcase. Her blue skirt fluttering in the breeze as she stumbled into my dads arms. My father and little brother were waiting in the door frame for us to join them so we could make it out together.

"I'll meet you outside!" My dad looked like he wanted to argue, but the ceiling was already beginning to collapse. With an exasperated cry, he grabbed my two siblings, slung them over his shoulders, and hauled them out of the building.
At this point, we had no idea about the Kraang invasion, or the mutations, or anything like that. All we knew was the building was coming down and we needed to get out. That was all that mattered.

A whole chunk of the ceiling gave way and smashed into the ground in front of me, making me jump. The dust clouded my vision and poisoned the air, making it hard to breathe. The bookcase seemed to become heavier and heavier by the second.

Closing my eyes, I gathered up all the strength I had left, keeping only my family in mind. Then launched the bookcase into the wall beside me, breaking the wood shelves into many different pieces.
Wiping a couple beads of sweat off my forehead, I scrambled out the door and toward fresh air. Toward my family.

But I was too late.

What I found was hundreds of mutated zombies roaming the streets. Kraang robots with guns swarmed the nearby buildings, dragging out neighbors I used to be friends with, used to wave at as I passed by. And I watched. I watched them get blasted with the strange goo. Watched the people I knew and loved scream and yell in agony as their body forcefully changed and their mind was stolen from their mutated selfs.

I watched that familiar yellow shirt, that cute blue skirt I always was jealous of, stumble towards me in a drunken-like state. Beside my sister was my father, strongly walking in the other direction, unaware of what was going on.

And then there was my brother.

Still attempting to get away. He always was stubborn.

"Colten!" I yelled as loud as I dared. He turned to me, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. He was only five, he wouldn't know what to think of this. I don't know what to think of this.

'Come here' I mouthed, waving my fingers in the air, motioning him to come to me. He nodded slowly and stood, visually shaking.

'Come on that's it' I whispered, he took a couple steps toward me, unsurely. Staying as close to the wall as he could, away from the mutated people. He got so close. So close. He was only five. He was so close...

It wasn't until the pink skin started to wrap around his head did I realize he had been spotted, and shot by the mysterious mutagen.

"NooOOOO!" I screamed, grabbing the knife out if my black combat boots and slashing the nearest kraang bot next to me. He was so close. So close...

The next couple minutes was a blur. I remember running to the middle of the street, slashing at a couple Kraang, destroying a few. Dodging shots after shots, until I made it to a deserted alley way. Then I found myself curled up beside a dumpster that smelled suspiciously of tuna.

And there I sat , for what felt like hours. I may have fallen asleep, with all the dust and stuff that I had inhaled earlier I don't doubt it. But I do remember a voice. Two voices, actually. Male. They where near, and they where human. I guess I decided the best chance I had was to get out of the city, and I knew I couldn't do it alone.