Mᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ Aᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ 5: Bʟᴀᴄᴋ Mᴀsᴋs ❪✓❫

19 || 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝗼𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

It has been a hot minute since anyone has heard Patience and Casey laugh with one another. They would update each other on their daily lives, even if they are within each other's space all of the time. The white-scaled lizard enjoyed cracking the dumbest jokes to Casey. most of the time, it was for Patience's amusement instead of Casey's.

Together, they went to go check on the garden beds to see what progress had been made since the seeds were planned, Of course, there is nothing popping out of the moist soil yet. Coming to see the gardens as well, Mikey and Shado made their way there-- they saw Casey and Patience. "They'll be growing in no time." Said Mikey. "You know I used to think that pizza grew on trees." He smiles.

Casey and Patience giggled together at Mikey's words. Patience crossed her arms and says, "I'm guessing Donnie ruined that for you?"

"Unfortunately." The young mutant turtle cackled. It was great to see that Michelangelo was trying to be his old self again-- even just a hint of his old side made people smile. Ever since Donnie had come back from the dead, it felt like Mikey was never depressed or had self-doubts. It was believed that Donnie's return somehow healed everyone in a way. "Hey, guys, I'll race you to the gates and back here to the gardens," Mikey announced.

"You're on!" Shado said, already watching Michelangelo get a head start. He was sprinting as fast as he could zipping through community members and hearing them holler. Hearing laughter and hysterical jokes made the apocalypse sort of bittersweet. Casey, Patience, Shado, and her dog were following Mikey in their little race.

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Just a few yards away, nothing too far, Zayn, Clem, Began, Nate, Roan, and Faith were occupying themselves with cleaning their guns and whatever other weapons they had on them. As they carried on, each of them were having simple conversations to pass the time. "Well, some people are having fun around here." Said Roan.

"With war coming," Zayn begins. "Anybody here will try their best to have their final moments of amusement." He continues to clean the gun but soon moves on to a knife he recently purchased at Ration Alley. It was a thick blade with an eagle's head as the handle.

Then, Clementine realized something she hadn't before. "Wait," She said. "We're the ones starting this bloodbath, right?" She asked, brushing a few strands of hair from her face.

Unfortunately agreeing, Regan shrugged with a slight nod. "Apparently." Her tone was snooty. "I tried warning all of you 'bout Sam and his band of goons. He's terrible, evil! None of you know what you're getting into. You're all gonna start the war? None of us are going to be better than him!"

Regan's friends lower their heads, aware that she is speaking the cold truth. "We have to go on with it." Said Faith, sharpening her wolverine-like blades. She brushed her white hair from her eyes, too. "I would rather live in a world where We fight the infected, not the living."

Clem sighed. "Yeah, I agree with Faith," She paused. "No one likes the idea of war, but if we want to keep our home, we need to take some very risky life-threatening decisions."

Nathan listens to his new close friends talk about the expected bloody war against the Bendovians. As he listens, he heard the consistent laughter from Mikey, Shado, Casey, and Patience growing nearer as they ran by, continuing their little race. "I understand where Regan is coming from-- we'd be no better than them. But Sam will be back soon to take whatever he wants and we got nothing left! I got a pretty good idea that we don't want to live like slaves."

For a split second, Regan believed that Nate would somewhat side with her. As soon as Nathan mentioned that there was no other choice, Regan scoffed and felt for sure, that everyone was going to die. "This is bullsh*t." Regan said, raising her hands up. "All of you are gonna die because of that man." She chose to stand up and remove herself from the conversation so she could cool off her rising temper. Sheisn'tthe type to start an argument, but she surely will end an argument.