Chapter 13

Don felt weird with this hunk of leather strapped to his belt, He ran his hand through the leather and metal handle of his pistol. He sighed.

"You know I've never shot a gun" Don said

"Never?" She asked

"Well…I've shot one for a warning shot, but never at anyone for like…killing" Don said

"Don't worry, once you kill something, I will break that guilt barrier and you will do it no problem" Scarlet said

"So you're saying you've broken that barrier?" Don asked

"Well…I'm not proud of it…But it had to be done" Scarlet said

Don nodded and stared at the ground, having that feeling of awkwardness for some reason.

"My dad was in the military…so he had a lot of guns around the house…and one night, when my parents went out, it was just me and my brother Jeremy, he was seven. And some asshole broke the door down and tried to rob us, he grabbed me and tried to rape me…and Jeremy…he jumped on top of him. Well…he just turned around and shot a seven year old in the head…and I found a gun under my dad's bed…took it…shot the guy right between the eyes…lucky shot..had my eyes closed" Scarlet said

Don's skin tingled after the story, he couldn't imagine having a brother die right in front of you. It seemed like he would go crazy from that image.

"So that's my story…do you have one?" Scarlet asked

Don thought about it, he really didn't have a story that could follow hers. Then they both heard a noise that made them freeze in fear. A zombie walked out of a store and stumbled toward them slowly.

"Should we kill him?" Don asked

"I wouldn't, a bullet attracts even more zombies so shooting this one would just give away our position" Scarlet said

Don watched the zombie stager closer to them, it's ankle twisted and mangled, although he still stepped on it as he walked.

"LOOK OUT" Scarlet screamed

Don didn't realize at first that a zombie literally fell on his back, making him fall over. Scarlet kicked the zombie in the head and it fell off of Don. Scarlet helped him up and they both stared down the road at the sight of about twenty zombies walking toward them.

"Now we shoot" Scarlet said

She took out her pistol, pointed it into the crowd and began shooting. Don watched her and saw a major flaw in her tactic. She wasn't aiming, she just shot at the randomly.

"Scarlet you have to aim" Don said

"Now's not the best time Donatello" She said and continued shooting

Don didn't know what to do, grab a nearby weapon and help, but running up to them would be suicide.

"Now would be a great time to use the gun" Scarlet told him

Don grunted and pulled it out, looked at it for a second, and aimed it at a zombie that was closing in. He pulled the trigger, seeing blood splatter out of the zombies shoulder.

"In the head" Scarlet said

"I'm trying" Don said

He aimed and shot again, getting him in the chest.

"Shot them in the damn head" Scarlet said

Don grunted and aimed again.

"Shot the damn zombie" Scarlet shouted at him, pressuring him even more

"I can't concentrate" Don said, his anger rising as Scarlet screamed

"Don't concentrate, just shot" Scarlet shouted

Don gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger, he saw the bullet make contact directly between the eyes. He watched in amazement as the zombie hit the ground, chest heaving.

"Now you got it, now kill the rest" Scarlet said

Don stared at the zombie, not believing what he had done. He shot it, right in between the eyes. He was always good at accuracy, just the shooting part he had trouble with. But, it seemed that his troubles all went away, he must do anything and everything for his brother.

He looked up at another zombie, reloaded his gun, pointed, and fire. Direct hit. Aimed at another, direct hit.

"There you go" Scarlet said

Direct hit, direct hit, bullet to the knee, zombie fell forward, then to the head. Another direct hit. The zombie count soon lowered after that. The they all disappeared, but they were still heard throughout the city.

Don lowered his gun and caught his bearings. He looked at the many dead zombies on the ground, knowing that he did that.

"I knew you had it somewhere down inside you" Scarlet said, placing her gun back in her holster

"Wow" Was all that Don could say

"Come on shooter…let's go look for your brother" Scarlet said

Don placed his gun back in his holster and followed her down the street, he couldn't help but smile, he had to, after what he did, he wouldn't be surprised if he didn't stop smiling.

They continued to walk down the street, no sight of zombies or Mikey. Really no conversation. It was quiet for a while.

"MIKEY!" Scarlet called out, making Don jump

He gave her a weird look.

She gave him a small smile, "I thought he could hear us" She said

Don chuckled.

"So anyway…You call Michelangelo Mikey" Scarlet said

Don looked at her confused, "Yes"

"What about you?"

"Well either Don or Donnie" He said

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all" He said

"Good…Donatello was a long name" Scarlet said

Don snuck a peek at Scarlet, She was slowly growing on him. He still wasn't sure about the whole closing the door on him, but that could have been him just seeing things. But she seemed cool.

Then she stopped, which made Don stop.

"What?" He said

She lifted her arm and pointed her finger. Don looked and saw a store with piles of chairs and large objects in the windows and doors.

"So" He said

"I don't think that was there before" Scarlet said

Don looked back at it, then it hit him.

"Mikey" He said

They both sprinted toward it and began pulling stuff down, making a opening.

When they made a opening big enough, they both entered.

"Mikey!" Don yelled, looking around

He would think that Mikey would call out to him right away, but there was nothing but silence. After a while of searching. They stopped.

"He isn't here" Scarlet said

Don sighed, they were getting close at least. Then something caught his eye, he looked down and spotted a paper rolled up in a ball. He bent over, picked it up and opened it.

'Mikey's journal

Thank god I found you, I thought I would go insane without anyone to talk to, but when I managed to get out of the sewer, I thought I was a dead turtle. That doctor dude took my place. I wonder if my brothers know…I wonder if they will come back and find me. They have to…They can't just leave me…They have to come back…No…They will be back….They will find me and we will all go back home…I just hope they hurry…these zombie dudes don't like to play nice'

Don stared at the wrinkled paper, in shock and relief.

"He's still alive" Don said