Mᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ Aᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ 5: Bʟᴀᴄᴋ Mᴀsᴋs ❪✓❫

16 || 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝗼𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

"Infected!" A woman cried outside the tent.

Women, children, and families of all shapes and sizes ran around the community in a panic. Donnie and Osa bolt outside to see people running toward the park for protection. The mutant turtle touched Osa's shoulder, telling her, "Osa, go! Find a safe place."

She couldn't believe this. Osa, Donnie, and Amber had just got here and they are already fighting for their lives in a home that they are supposed to call safe. The minute Donnie told Osa to go and find a safe spot, he has taken off from her sight. Just like the ninja he is, he used his technique. Osa knew right there that he was going to get himself in trouble-- a lot more trouble. She was just very anxious to witness the manner coming from him.

Michelangelo fired his gun; an Ak-47. He aimed at the Walkers, Stalkers, Clickers, and Hellhounds from the platform he stood on near the gates. "Run!" He hollered to his brothers and family. The gun went off, shooting in short bursts until the clip was emptied and Mikey reloaded. Then bullets spread apart and dart into the heads of the infected and dropped to the ground.

Vv and Patience team up when the Dead grabbed innocent people and sink their teeth into their necks, taking their lives away. Vincent launched an arrow into a Stalker, Patience hit a Walker, and Faith shoots her handgun's bullets straight into a Hellhounds' faces. "Where are they coming from?" Patience asked, loading another arrow.

"That's everyone's favorite question!" Vv kills the first Hellhound she sees.

Amber and Osa glance at each other. "Fight to live." Osa rattled.

Amber responds back. "Fight to survive."

Osita chose the form of a full-grown African elephant. She hasn't been this animal since the Hopeswell incident. She stuck out like a sore thumb and she trumpeted with those large white tusks on her face, swatting her muscular trunk at any infected that came too close to her or her loved ones. She was flapping her ears in an irritated manner the more she heard the infected howls and monstrous feet. She ran up to the real monsters of the world and jabbed her tusks into the bodies of the walking dead. Osa would raise her massive head, scooping the infected beings onto her trunk, making the bodies like meat and veggies on kabobs.

Amber, the Mythical Shifter, capable of transforming into mythical animals and modern animals ran toward the first few dead freaks that were yards in front of her. She peeled back her skin, ripping away so her body will transform into a white Siberian tiger. Her black and white stripes zip through the community until her massive jaws lock on to one of the heads of a Clicker.

Hundreds and hundreds of gunshots blasted throughout the city. Some infected made successful sneak attacks and tore away flesh off shoulders, arms, as well as the face and ears of people. Hellhounds yelped and cry once they found a target and pounced from their victim's blind spot. The horror and bloody whines from people echo into everyone's ears.

There have never been so many infected in one spot. The Hellhounds came in packs, Stalkers in groups, and Walkers in the biggest herds. Each one of these things had its own look but every one of them had the same exact personality; hungry, revolting, violent, hunters, disgusting, vile, evil, undead.

Anyone who had children with them was told to hide and not come out until it was safe again.

Leo didn't feel safe... He could feel his chest tighten, closing in on his lungs. Wherever he looked, he got to witness people of this community lose their lives-- whether it was from an accidental gunshot, or the infected coming up on them and sinking their sharp teeth into their skin. Leo nearly panicked when he watched one of the mutant wolf pups on the ground; Ranger's brother. There are three mutant wolves left now...