Raphael would not stop running. Leaping over logs and dashing past trees, he felt that he was chasing an opportunity for salvation. Salvation to finally get back home to their cozy sewers in NYC. But whoever this "person" was, they were fast, because no matter how hard he sprinted, he could never catch up. Or was anyone even there to begin with?
His brothers were right behind him, and with Michelangelo being the fastest, he eventually caught up right next to Raphael.
"Yo, Raph! Don't you think you'd outta chillax, brah?! I mean, like, I'm sure if there was someone ahead, we'd a' caught em' by now!"
Raphael shut his eyes and clumsily forced himself to a halt. His hands were on his knees as he caught his breath. "Ah, shell!" He shouted at the top of his lungs in frustration. He turned back towards his brothers and fumed. "Look, I ain't pulling no tricks here! I was sure I heard somebody around!"
"No kidding? Ever thought about joining the Olympics?" Donatello teased. "After that marathon you just ran, you'd give even Sonic a run for his money. Ha! G-Get it?"
Mikey facepalmed and chuckled. "Geez, Don, you sound like a total nimwad! Every dude and their granddude knows that Sonic uses rings not bills!"
Leo sighed and got everyone back on track. "Raph's not joking, guys. When we were all running, I thought- no, I know for sure I saw something. Someone."
Raph finally stood up straight, wiping sweat off his forehead. "Phew! So that means I'm not crazy?! I ain't delusional?!"
Donatello chuckled, resting his hand on Raphael's shoulder. "Well, Raph, let's not get ahead of ourselves. You're still as crazy as the idea of pineapple on pizza. But it's nice to know that you and Leo corroborate the theory that we're not alone out here. Now tell me, Leo," Donatello started, "What did this… 'person' look like?"
Before Leo could respond, he looked up ahead and narrowed his eyes at an object standing next to a barbed wire fence. "Well, Donnie, it kinda looked like… that."
The three bros turned to where Leonardo was pointing and nearly jumped out of their shells. It appeared to be a man, oddly hunched over and with its back turned toward the turtles. It sported black clothing that had seen better days, and it loosely hung over its muscular body.
"The shell is that?!" Raphael shouted.
After hearing Raph's voice, the thing slowly turned around toward the turtles where they could now see the beast in all its unholy glory. Though, Mikey was the only one that didn't seem phased by its appearance.
"Whoooah! A zombie werewolf?! Wicked costume, brah!" He ran up to the creature in excitement, and jumped around it, taking in all the hyper realistic details of its "costume."
Meanwhile, Donatello whipped out a device that gave him biological info on his target, while Mikey continued to goof off.
The Lycan growled and swatted at Mikey, which he easily dodged. "Whoa, chillax dude! Ya got one killer costume, but don't let it go to your skull!"
"Uhm… Mikey… it's not a costume," Donatello said as he confirmed the info on his device. "It really IS a zombie werewolf!"
Michelangelo paused and looked back at the Lycan that was ready to devour him. "A real zombie werewolf...? ...AWESOME SAUCE!"
"RAAARGHHH!" The Lycan snapped its head in the direction of Mikey's throat.
"GET AWAY FROM THAT THING MICHELANGELO," Raphael hollered in fear for his brother. He dashed over and shoved his sibling out of the way of danger.
He then sunk his sais into the eye sockets of the monster, and brutally tackled it to the ground. Raph savagely tore into its neck with repeated blows from his sais, then ripped its head off and casually tossed it to the side. The guys all stood, breathless, staring at the lifeless corpse that Raphael was still knelt on.
"Dang it, Mikey! Quit screwin' around! This buster coulda been YOU if I were a second late!"
"So now we ask ourselves; where in the shell are we where we have zombie werewolves running around?" Leonardo asked.
"Correction, Leo. Just one," Donatello mentioned. "Hopefully that was the only one that we will encounter."
"...raaghhh…"
The turtles turned around to see not one, not just two, not even three, but a small horde of Lycans making their way toward them.
"Good goin', Donnie," said Raph. "Had to sit there, open ya big mouth and jinx us, huh?"
"Uhh, if this whole thing is just a prank show, now's a good time for the host to come on out now!" Mikey yelled.
"It's not a game Mikey," Leo said, freeing his twin katanas from the sheaths on his shell. "It's the real deal. Now! Time to make a zombie slushee! Extra fine!" Leonardo exploded into a sprint. Once he was close enough to the horde, he used his momentum to dive onto his shell, where he then spun like a beyblade with his arms fully extended.
With his katanas in hand, he spun through the horde, slicing up ankles and thighs of the Lycans. None of them could help but fall over like bowling pins. Leonardo vaulted up onto his feet and smirked, giving a thumbs up to his bros behind him.
"Bodacious moves, Leo!" Congratulated Mikey. "But they're still alive, dude!"
Leonardo gasped when he felt one of them grab onto his right leg.
"Oh no you don't!" Donatello shouted. He threw his staff like a boomerang, clocking each Lycan in the head, which gave enough time for Leonardo to finish them off.
"Go for their ugly mugs, Leo!" Instructed Raph.
He did as he was told and gave them the guillotine treatment one by one through a savage combo. Unfortunately, the bros had no time to celebrate. As quickly as Leonardo finished off the first horde, a second one, even bigger, could be seen approaching them. Then they looked to their left and saw a third, even bigger horde on the way.
"WHERE THE SHELL ARE THEY COMIN' FROM?!" Raphael hollered.
The Lycans got on all fours and began leaping toward the turtles at a blistering speed, and that's when they knew it was time to bolt out of there. They immediately turned around and hopped over the barbed wire fence. Menacing snarls and growls soon faded into the distance and were replaced by sounds of trees and bushes whizzing by. The bros hadn't ran this hard in ages.
The further they ran, the more signs of human life began to pop up in the area. Objects such as farming equipment, scarecrows, and random scraps of metal littered the ground around them. Eventually, they could even see what appeared to be a small town up ahead.
"G-Guys," Donatello started nearly out of breath. "I think we're reaching civilization again."
Mikey's heart fluttered in hope that there was also some food to cure his hunger. "Fingers crossed there's a Pizza Hut nearby because I am TOTALLY about to wipe out right now!"
They all skidded to a stop in the middle of a dirt road that led up to the houses and caught their breath. Not a single Lycan was in sight. However, they were far from safety, and the *CLICK CLACK* of a loaded shotgun made that clear as crystal.
The turtles jumped around, and had no choice but to stick em' up to a young woman and her father, who just so happened to have an itchy trigger finger.