Chapter 5

Donatello

Don thought for a second, What could he do. A big city, one turtle. He couldn't have gone far from where he got out. That's it. He needed to go back to where they got out of the city.

But where was that.

Don grunted and started the bus again. He drove off down the road, It was hard because when they were in the truck, It was going too fast to actually remember what building he's passed. He turned the corner and saw three undead, Munching on something. A bomb went off in his chest, He sped up toward the three zombies to get a look at what they were munching on. He saw one zombie look up at him and gave him a clear view of what they ate. He exhaled in relief, Just a dog. He siged, Feeling depressed for some reason.

Then the zombie ran toward him and jumped on the bus.

"Damn" Don said

The other two joined and jumped on the bus and one got inside. Don slammed on the gas and the bus sped forward. The undead inside flew to the back of the bus while the other two held on.

Don looked behind him and saw the undead slowly stand up and speed toward him. Don has about three seconds to react, He thought about it.

A zombie running toward him.

A speeding bus.

A building in front of them coming up fast.

Don looked forward and slammed on the brake, Making the zombie fly forward and slash into the building, Becoming nothing less than a blood splatter on the wall. He stopped and gathered his surroundings. He snapped back into reality and turned the bus, Driving down another road.

The two other zombies still held on. He tried to looked out the window, But he couldn't get a look at earthier one. Then he felt something wrap around his neck and pull him off the seat. He felt teeth rub against his shoulder and he elbowed whatever held him in the head. He turned around and saw four zombies in the bus.

"How the hell?" Don said

They all ran toward him at once and the only thing he managed to do was maneuver to the right. Which didn't really work out to well. They all jumped on him. He managed to kick one off, But two of them still wrapped around his neck and leg. He slammed the one on his neck against the wall and made him fall of. He grabbed the head of the one around his leg and pulled it, He wasn't letting up. Don moved his leg to where his knee was facing the zombie. Then he smashed the zombie's head between his knee and the bus. He felt the head cave in and the skull break, It fell to the ground instantly. He turned toward the window and saw a building in the distance.

As the three ran toward him once again, He tried to remember a conversation he had with Mikey about this sort of situation.

"Don what if they undead zombies actually do take over" Mikey asked

"Then we would be safe down here" Don said

Don dived to the right to dodge a incoming zombie, Maybe getting on the floor wasn't such a great idea. The other two pinned him down and tried to shake them off but they had a good grip on him.

"No they can get down in here" Mikey said

"Then I don't know...You play zombie games, You would know what to do" Don said

He placed his hand on the undead's head and kept him away from his neck. The bus just kept driving on and on toward the building, He needed to be fast.

"Yeah I've played millions...All you need to do is aim for the head" Mikey said

Don quickly looked around for anything he could use. But the zombie on him wasn't refraining him from moving.

"And if you are ever pinned...All you need to do is break the jaw, That stops them from biting you"

Don looked at the undead straight on. He put both hands into the undead's mouth and yanked down, Pulling the jaw right from its socket.

"Then with the jaw broken...Just snap the neck" Mikey said

"Thanks' for the info Mikey" Don said sarcastically

Don grabbed both sides of the Undead's head and jerked it to the left. It looked up unnaturally and fell on top of Don. He pushed it off and rolled out of the others way. He jumped up and grabbed a nearby pipe that emerged from the ceiling and broke it off. He smashed the pipe into the incoming zombies head. Putting it down for good. He ran up to the remaining zombie, Kicked it in the stomach and as it laid on the ground. He rammed the end of the pipe through its head.

He pulled it out and threw it to the side. He looked up, The building was too close to maneuver away from. He closed his eyes. The sound of metal hitting bricks boomed in his ears, He then felt himself flying through the air, Everything moved in slow motion. He heard something like glass breaking , Then he slam into the ground. It took a minute to gather his bearing. He opened his eyes and studied his surroundings. He was in some kind of building. He looked to the wall and saw a broken window, Then he realized the intense pain in his arm. He looked at it and saw a large shard of glass stuck in it.

"Damn it" He said

He grabbed it and slid it out of his skin. He threw it to the ground and got up. He walked to the window and looked outside, Well...It wasn't exactly outside, It was inside the bus. He must have been thrown through the window. Lucky.

He turned around and saw a door. He debated whether he wanted to go through it or not. He shrugged and walked toward it. He looked out and saw a long hallway with many doors. But the one on the end led to the outside. He started for the door, Looking through each door as he passed. It looked like a average office building, With the exception of it being trashed. As he passed a door, He felt an intense pain in his chest, Making him fall to the ground.

"Take that!" He heard

He looked up and saw a girl...Holding a bat. She looked down at him.

"Michelangelo?" She said

"What?...How do you know Mikey?" Don asked her

"Wait...You're not Michelangelo?"

"No...No I'm his brother" Don said, "Who are you?"

"My name is Scarlet"