Mᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ Aᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ 5: Bʟᴀᴄᴋ Mᴀsᴋs ❪✓❫

27 || 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐎

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝗼𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟿𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟽
𝟽:𝟶𝟶 𝙰𝙼

In his sleep, Donnie could see his past, his old choices. He even heard his voice yelling out in sorrow and fear while speaking a different language that he's familiar with.

"Mane mecum! Non moriturus es! Quaeso!" Don yelled in his dream, shaking the shoulders of a friend. An old friend. He could feel the tears running down his face, the rain patting his shoulders, and the blood soaking his pants.

And then, Donnie could feel his shoulders being shaken now. "Don, wake up!" It was her voice. Osa's voice.

Donatello's eyes flash open and sees his girlfriend is standing above him. Her outline is a little blurry. He sighed in relief and hoped Osa didn't hear him muttering nonsense. "What time is it?" He sat up right away, reaching beside the bottom of the cot and grabbing his glasses.

"Time for f*cking hell..." Osa replied, referring to Sam. She crossed her arms and balanced on her left leg, waiting for Donnie to stand up. The shifter narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend, remembering that he was mumbling a funny language in his sleep. "What were you saying?" She asked.

"What?" Donnie slipped his glasses on and stood up, looking down at her.

"You were talking in a different language while you were asleep." Osa said.

He slowly turned his head from her. So, she did hear Donnie. "Uh... just uh... dream." Well, that wasn't the whole truth. "Come on, let's get out there before Sam comes looking." Donnie picks up Harlow from the basket and walks outside of the tent with Osa following him. She still wanted to know why Donnie spoke a different dialect and she will figure that out later.

****

Samuel had finally come back to the gates of EdgePort and knocked with his wooden club.

The guards opened up the gates so Sam's people could walk through and give a stupid one-million-dollar smile. The man who is dressed in his black leather jacket led his people like an alpha wolf and says, "Well, well... Good morning to all of y'all!" He hollered to those who were already up bright and early.

Despite April's unacceptable behavior toward his friends, Leo Still stood at her side while Sam scanned a large group of cowering people. "You're early." April said, standing a couple of yards away from Sam.

Sam made a sarcastic expression of offense. "Maybe I wanted to see you guys early, April. I came to pick up my sh*t. You got it?" He walked up to her, Leonardo standing tall next to her.

She gulped. "It's ready. The two trucks are loaded with most of our belongings." April gestured to them.

"Is that right?" Sam said, coming up to the two military vehicles that are parked by the gates.

As Sam spun his club playfully in between his fingers, Regan, Faith, Clem, and Criss cameup behind Leo. They watched the leader of Bendova check the loaded military trucks that are full of his requested supplies.

In concern, Faith whispered. "L-Leo?"

"Hush, Faith." He told her gently.

Sam set down his club against the truck and picked up a dull pocket knife from one of the donated boxes. He smoothed out the thin blade with his thumb creepily. He licked his lips suspiciously, looking for anyone standing nearby. The man blinked with a smile, swiveling his body toward the open space of EdgePort and launching the knife at the closest person. The knife found its rest spot; deep in the center of a man's chest.