Mᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ Aᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ: Dᴏɴᴀᴛᴇʟʟᴏ's 200 Dᴀʏs

04 || 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝗼𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟹

In the early morning, Donnie's first reaction was to jolt awake, still seeing he is inside the car, undisturbed. He sat up in the seat and looks out of the windows of the car-- nothing is out there except for the same environment as before.

He looks forward toward the driver and passenger's seats and sees the same rabbit foot dangling behind the rearview mirror. When his eyes were set on that familiar lucky charm, he smirked at it.

Don opened the door, feeling a light gust of wind hit his face.

This morning, the birds were chirping, the blue sky i in view, and there isn't a Walker or any kind of infected insight.

Walking next to the car, Donnie holds his bostaff firmly in his hands, getting an update on the area. It's quiet, but only nature's noises were heard.

He nodded, happy with what he is hearing and seeing. Donnie proceeds with his morning by getting a metal cup from his pack and a package of green tea. He poured some of his drinking water into the cup and sets it on a flat rock that sat on top of his newly lit fire. Don fed the fire a few twigs before sitting down on the ground, waiting for the water to come to a boil.

As Donnie waited patiently for his water to boil, he took in the fresh air, grateful he is still here somehow.

Shortly after a few minutes, Donnie prepares his morning tea, stirring the substance into the metal mug and drinking every few minutes.

Today, his mood was different from yesterday. He took in some deep breaths, meditating just like how his deceased father used to show him. He felt a little more peaceful like he was floating on a cloud mentally and possibly physically. Then, he reopened his eyes, hearing sudden footsteps come into his small temporary camp. He can't react aggressively... Don must remain calm.

From the corner of his eye, Donnie sees a man with long black hair, an unclean face, and a scar across his face with a gun pointed directly at his plastron.

Don doesn't look up, he only continues to stir the tea bag into the hot water, hearing the man circle him. Then, the man says for the first time, "Looks good." He was so, so filthy, kneeling to the ground with his loaded weapon,

The mutant turtle doesn't answer right away. He continues to stir the tea bag before lifting his head up to the enemy. "You can lower that," Donnie told him, referring to the gun. The man had facial hair and an ungroomed hairstyle. It looks like he hasn't had a shower in weeks.

"I'd rather not..." The man said, still aiming the gun at Donnie. He scanned the mutant up and down, seeing how much bigger he is. He was weirded out by the green-scaled skin, the glasses, the fact that Don looks so much like a human--. "What the hell are you?" He asked Donnie in a low monotone voice.

Don smirked at the man. "I dunno. I've always wondered that myself."

The man chuckled lightly, curious that Donnie is indicating he is indeed a smart ass. "Well, you look like you'll do just fine." Says the man.

Donatello grumbled, adjusting his glasses and tiltings his head in a confused manner at the man. "For what?"

"This world is dead if you haven't noticed." Says the filthy human. He didn't take his eyes off of Donnie or lower the gun in any way. "Humans are weak now. We need your mutant flesh to keep up going."

Donatello chuckled quietly, thinking this man is very revolting and quite ridiculous. From what this unknown man told him, it sounds like humans are sort of going... extinct. Like the dinosaurs and any other creature that no longer walks the earth. "Why am I so delectable?"