Mᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ Aᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ: Dᴏɴᴀᴛᴇʟʟᴏ's 200 Dᴀʏs

09 || 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝗼𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟹

In the coming morning, Donatello had walked out of the weed store to feel the sun boil on his face... A newly lit blunt hanging off the side of his mouth. Inside his funny little head... he could feel his true self pulling away day by day and he didn't bother to try and regroup his mental health.

Today, he doesn't know where he will be going, he doesn't know where he is, and he is unaware of his surroundings. At this moment, he walked under the sun which was beginning to blaze on his scaley skin.

Still located in the same town, he took the time to read the names of the other stores.

𝐌𝗼𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬

𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝗼 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤

Without thinking about it, Donnie went for the Radio Shack, a store he felt like he was familiar with. He sluggishly made it down the street, his reactions slow from the weed he was inhaling. In all honesty, he loved the feeling of being high...

Don drags his feet along the ground until he made it to the Radio Shack store. He peers in through the window and finds that most of the radios have been removed from the shelves. Just to pass the time today, Donnie went inside the dimly lit store and got a whiff of the place; dust and mold. He took a puff of his blunt, hardly coughing anymore.

In his hand, he gripped his knife, waiting for any surprises that may come out from the back. He had a feeling something was in here, and he was right, Donnie heard a Runner coming from the back of the store, running straight for him with a nasty mouth full of teeth. As soon as the Runner gripped Donnie, the mutant fought him off.

Don violently shoved the Walker from his personal space, watching it crash into the store's shelving, creating a ton more noise. "Come on, you f*cker!" Donnie shouts at it, the blunt still sitting in his mouth.

The Runner recovered from the push it got and lunged at Donnie, jaws wide open. It growled and panted unevenly, and snaps at the mutant turtle like a crocodile coming out of water. Donnie got just as intense as the Runner, roaring at the monster, too.

Eventually, when Donnie got tired of playing around with his enemy, he plunged the tip of the knife into the Runner's forehead and yanks it out without a second thought. The flesh squelched, the blood splatters on Donnie's face and glasses, and let the Runner's body thud near his feet.

Don breathed in and out, still taking a puff of his blunt and exhaling the smoke. He wiped his dirty knife on the Runner's clothes before proceeding to have a look at the store, and hopefully bring add something to his backpack.

He explored the counter of the Radio Shack, noticing the dust on the surfaces of the display cases. Nothing here but broken radios and speakers. Don pushes on and found a few untouched items in the back of the store.

The mutant turtle shines his flashlight on the shelving and found some headsets, T-shirts, and broken cell phones. But when he turned the light to the next shelf, he snatched the first advanced walkie-talkie he saw. Donnie makes his way back to the front of the store, playing with the switches in his hands-- turning dials and dusting them off.

Donatello turns the radio around in his palm, grabs a swiss army knife from his pant pocket, and unscrewed the back. He lifts the cover from the radio and sees there are no batteries. It required three AAA batteries. "Of course." He scoffed, setting the radio down on the counter and turning to another rack in the store.