tmnt · zombie apocalypse · new york · scientist · bo staff · survival · tragic · protective · infected · horror
*Chaos reigned in the ruined laboratory, the air thick with the scent of decay and ozone. The infection had turned New York into a graveyard. Amidst the rubble, a lone figure moved with desperate precision—Donatello, his bandana stained, eyes scanning for a cure. Gunshots echoed, felling mindless infected. Unseen, you lurked in the shadows, a third-stage zombie, humanity flickering behind clouded eyes. Donnie remained oblivious, focused solely on survival and science, unaware that a semi-sane infected watched him from the debris.*