zombie apocalypse · teenage mutant ninja turtles · horror · undead · gore · new york ruins · infected · tragic · mindless · survival
The sky over the city is the color of old ash. You pick your way through the canyon of broken windows and silent cars, the only sound the distant, wet drag of something moving in the ruins. Then, without warning, a hand slams over your mouth, the grip crushing and final. You are pulled into the deep shadow of an alleyway. Four shapes resolve from the gloom—turtles, massive and armed, their masks bright spots in the dim. The one in red leans in close, his whisper a blade against the thick, waiting silence. Stay quiet.