Chapter 17

With his heart racing, cold sweat running down his face, chest pumping, hand shaking, legs numb. Don pointed his pistol down the dark alley filled with the undead. He looked down at Scarlet, still laid there unconscious. He looked back up at the undead, they just kept coming and coming. A drop of water hit his shoulder, making him look up as the water droplets hit his face. Rain. Appropriate weather. He closed his eyes, praying for his life. Opened them again, aimed down his sights, and gripped the gun.

Then pulled the trigger.

Direct hit in the head, he inhaled, then fired, not even aiming any more.

He rapidly pulled the trigger, hitting zombies left and right. He saw a couple of them fall to the ground, but there were still many more. The gun jerked back and the bullets stopped coming. He unloaded the cartridge, reached in his belt and grabbed another one. As soon as he reloaded, he let the bullets rain.

More and more zombies started hitting the ground, he wasn't even aiming and he was getting headshots. He felt the gun jerk back again. He grunted, reloaded and continued to fire.

His mind wondered off into space as he rapidly fired into the crowd, watching zombies fall one by one.

"I never wanted to be like this…I never wanted to be a ninja, or a turtle…as I look at all the normal people…I feel nothing but envy, I wanted to be like them…having a normal job…have a normal life…just…be normal"

Don reloaded.

"But no one is normal…and as soon as the world figures that out…the better off we'd be"

Direct bullet between the eye's.

"Everyone has a purpose in life Donatello, you may not realize it, or know it, but once it becomes clear to you, you'll be surprised at what you can accomplish"

Don reloaded.

"Donnie…what's the point…all we do is train, eat, sleep, train, eat, sleep, and it's the same thing everyday…can't we do something that doesn't involve hard work?"

Don's heart quickened.

"Don, it's not about fighting the bad guys, it's about learning the ways to be one with the ninja…But when we let it change us, making us blind to the world around us, that's when you've truly failed"

Don narrowed his eyes.

"So...You know my little secret"

Don clenched his teeth and reloaded.

"You're a sick man, and me and my brothers are going to take you down and get out of this hell hole"

"But you see, you're brothers aren't here anymore, It's just you...And me"

Don felt the gun jerk back, "Damnit!" He yelled, throwing the gun toward the crowd of zombies, walking toward Scarlet. He reached into the backpack and pulled out a large machine gun.

"Suck on this" Don said, cocking the machine gun and blasting it with all force.

"I've always thought I wasn't good enough, like whatever I did, I could have done better, like I always thought I had to be perfect…but now I realize…nothing is perfect…and nothing will ever be perfect."

Don felt the vibrations roll up his arm, he couldn't feel the rain hit his arms anymore, nothing but the recoil of this powerful machine.

"If you know so much about what it means to be a ninja then why don't you tell me why I should continue?"

"Because being a ninja isn't about knowing how to fight"

Don reloaded the machine gun, cocked it and pulled the trigger.

"Being a ninja is about learning the ways of Ninjustsu, about always being prepared and being three steps ahead of your enemy…That's what it means to be a ninja"

Don exhaled, lowered his gun and stared down the alley way, now filled with bodies. He caught his breath, unable to believe he did all that. When his ears finally stopped ringing, he wished they were still ringing.

"Give me a break" Don said

He saw at the end of the alley, two zombies walk from the tunnel and toward him. Two turned to four.

Then more.

Don heart raced back up when he saw the alley begin to fill back up with the undead.

"You're kidding me" He said

He lifted his gun and aimed toward the forming crowd.

Pulled the trigger, but nothing came out, he unloaded the gun and reached for a new cartridge, but there were no more.

"No" He said

He dropped the gun and watched the crowd come closer and closer. Then he heard a gunshot, he jumped and saw a zombie fall to the ground. Don looked around and saw nothing, then jumped when another gun shot went off, killing another zombie. Don looked behind him and up on a building, saw a figure, holding a sniper rifle.

"Mikey?" Don said softly

The shots continued to fire, then the figure pulled something out of his coat and lit it on fire, threw it and the pile of bodies burst into flames. Don watched the flames grow, looked back up on the building and saw the figure had disappeared.

"Wait?"

Then he heard the sound of something hitting the ground, he froze and slowly turned around. Seeing a silhouette standing in front of the flames.

"Damn Donnie…Looks like you had everything under control" It said

"Mikey!" Don said loudly

Mikey ran up to Don and hugged him tightly.

"Don…You came back for me" Mikey said

"Of course I did…We wouldn't leave you here" Don said

"Wait…Where's Leo and Raph" Mikey asked

"They stayed back home, they had to take care of Coplan" Don said

"Oh god, what has he done" Mikey said

"Don't know…as soon as we knew it wasn't you, I came back and looked for you" Don said, "We were so scared…when I came back and saw what this world was infested with, I feared the worst"

"I'm fine…I've played zombie games, I know how to handle myself" Mikey said with a smile

"I thought so" Don said

Then they both heard a noise that made them look into the fire, they saw two zombies begin to walk out.

"These guys don't give up" Don said

"Tell me about it" Mikey pulled out his shotgun, reached into his bag and pulled out three ammo cartridges, "Here" He handed them to Don

"Thank god" Don said, picking up his gun and reloaded it.

"You ready?" Mikey said, cocking his shotgun

"Let's do this" Don responded, cocking his machine gun