Darkness ... cold ... void ... The sky is overcast and impenetrable darkness enveloped everything. Fog, thick veil, down to earth. Through the mist moving figure. Looking carefully bypassed one tree, the branches of which clung to the green skin, leaving small scratches.

This one - turtle mutant, which for unknown reasons, he ended up here ... At the cemetery ...

He was never afraid of the cemetery, turn on, he liked to be there, but not late at night. Since it awakened his violent imagination and visions of him then what he feared, or thought he was afraid at one time.

Ill be an inventor. Fantasia is too rich.

Impenetrable fog forced to shiver from the cold and wind start of surprise. Slow turtle got to the tomb, which was overgrown with vegetation. On the stone walls of the crypt were painted burial rituals and expulsion of demons. And they were covered with blood ... Dried blood ...

The smell was terrible from the tomb, as if there is not one body decomposes, and 20.

After spending his hand on the smooth door handle, turned turtle pen, but ...

~ Get out...~

Tortoise started, and recoiled from the door.

"Who's there?"

He shook his head desperately trying to find the source. But in the darkness of a lonely cemetery and ominously rustling wind and dry grass. The voice did not take long ...

~ Kill ... I want to kill ...~

"Who are you? Who do you want to kill?"

Turtle felt that something does not give it to budge ... afraid to cry, he looked up and screamed.

From the land of his legs kept two pairs of bony hands, and from

land sparkled two yellow eyes.

~ I want to kill ... Donatello ... Kill! Kill! KILL! ~

The dead man with superhuman strength pulled the Don to the ground. Genius can `t get out of this grip. But his eyes have found the solution. Nearby lay a thick stick. Grabbing her by Donatello that there are forces struck the hand of the corpse. Bony hands, still holding a foot, but it flew off into the bushes ostalinoe and dead wild howl of pain. Tsepiv away from the hands of the corpse, Don was on his feet.

~ Kill! He must be killed! Nothing! KILL! ~

From their graves began to climb the other corpses come to life. They pulled her hands to the howling of a turtle. The dark shadow emerged from behind the crypt.

~ You will die! The last one can stop me ... KILL HIM !~

Donatello did not wait until it torn to pieces and ran away. Zombies continue to chase, quickly to keep up.

The fog began to thicken, and nothing could be distinguished Don ran for Guess, raking his hands branches that whipped across the face.

His heart pounded with fear, his eyes darted, looking for help or rescue Metsa. But no ...

~ You do not have to hide ... I'll still find ...~

Don hid behind a tree hoping that he broke away from the zombies. Breathing, the turtle looked at the sides.

Shurh. Shurh.

Right ... From the fog ... Very close ... Turning his head toward the sound, Donatello almost choked with fear. Enormous size wolf drooling and flashing red eyes watching him.

Once out of eyes met, the wolf growled and lunged at the Don. The mutant was unable to run off even a couple of meters, as it knocked down the tree root. The beast loomed over him greedily looking at him, growling and roaring devil.

~ Die! Consequences of ...~

"Nooooooooooo!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Donatello had fallen off the bed. Clutching his head, he again sat on the bed.

"Sleep. Just a dream ..."

Looking back, Donnie did not see anything suspicious, but just in case turned on the lights.

"If it's a dream, then why am I so sore feet?"

Looking at his feet, Don barely restrained so as not to scream, quickly covering his mouth with his hand.

The legs were scratched and one warm blood flowing ... His blood ...

TBC