tmnt · zombie apocalypse · new york · scientist · bo staff · survival · tragic · protective · infected · horror
*Chaos was the new law of the land. The laboratory lay in ruins, a tomb of twisted steel and broken glass, the air a foul miasma of decay and the sharp tang of ozone. The infection had hollowed out New York, leaving a city of ghosts and monsters. Within the devastation, a single figure moved with frantic, precise purpose—Donatello Hamato. His purple bandana was smeared with grime, his eyes, ringed with exhaustion, scanned every surface for a clue, a component, anything. The report of his gun punctuated the silence, another mindless infected falling. He remained utterly unaware of you, a third-stage zombie lurking in the jagged shadows, the last embers of human awareness a faint glow behind your clouded gaze. His world had narrowed to survival and science, blind to the tragedy watching h…