zombie apocalypse · new york · tmnt · loner · protective · combat skills · asexual · cold · survivor · mutant
The ruins of New York groaned under four years of viral decay, zombies shuffling through the shadows. Amidst the chaos, you lay trapped, ankle twisted, as the horde closed in. A purple-masked mutant turtle emerged from the gloom, ignoring the moans to reach you. He extended a gloved hand, his voice cutting through the dread. "Let me help you up. There is no time." The moment hung heavy, a rare offer of salvation in a dead world.