A/N: So I thought I would do a Halloween story. Hopefully it will be good. :) Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles. All rights go to the original owners.

Donnie despises horror films with a passion. They never use any science! How come in some horror films the good scientist always turns out evil? He sighed as the brunette girl was being eaten alive by the monster. His brothers, except for Mikey, were half-asleep, drool rolling down the side of Raph's face. He mentally snickered at the sight.

"Boring." He muttered.

Mikey gasped. "Dude! If we ever had a zombie apocalypse you'd be the first to have his brain eaten!" Donnie rolled his eyes.

"Oh I'm quaking in fear Mike. All horror films are are fake blood, lots of make up, cheap costumes and special effects. Not that big of a deal." Donnie said as he picked up his laptop.

"It is too a big deal! Zombie movies, vampire movies, and monster movies in general teach you how to deal with these monsters!"

"That and rot your brain with mind-numbing boredom,"

About the time the third movie had come on, Mikey, who claimed to be not scared, had Leo's Space Heroes blanket draped over his head, shaking and whimpering.

Serves him right for staying up late and watching a three horror zombie film marathon. Donnie thought bitterly as he picked a slice of pizza up and chewed on the slice. He looked at the clock. 12:00 A.M. He felt his phone go off and upon further investigation, April had texted him. She had asked him if he wanted to come over to help with a trigonometry homework assignment. He texted back and headed out. He arrived within minutes and started to help April. After an hour of yelling, screaming and finally cooperation, April's homework was finished.

"Thanks Donnie," April replied, nonchalantly as she undid her hair.

Donnie gulped and smiled goofily. "No problem!" Too lame!

They said they're goodnights and were on their own way. Donnie made his way down to the sidewalk and was enjoying the brisk air on his arms. He listened to the sounds of rustling leaves and…. a cat shrieking? Dear God… Don't be the Foot, or Purple Dragons, or Kraang! Or…

"Or some random guy vomiting his guts out?"

The man was bent over, retching and gagging. Donnie winced and shuddered. Man, he hated vomit. He continued to watch and saw the man, laying on his stomach, out cold. His eyes were closed. "No.." whispered Donnie, running over to look at the man. There was a chunk of meaty flesh taken out of the man's arm. Upon closer study, Donnie noticed that blood covered the man's white tank top and jeans.

"Man… This guy was in a fight… And it was a bad fight." Taking his Bo out, Donnie gently tapped the guy. No response. So not good. Tapping the guy a few more time, the man awoke and attacked Donnie. "Hey!"

Donnie fought the man until the man grabbed Donnie's phone and promptly began chewing. "Gross man! I just fixed my phone!" He hit the man in the head and slide the man across the pavement. Reaching for his phone and wiping the saliva off, he rushed home, to his warm and awaiting bed. Boy, was it going to be a long night…..

A/N: TBC and review nicely please.