The-Fallen-City

Crack of dawn, sunlight peeking through the small opening of a window; darkness fading away, as the room lit up a bright yellow. Morning… The green blue skin of a mutant was revealed under the covers, propping himself up; arms stretched, a yawn was released, baby blue eyes scanning the area as his feet were firmly planted on the ground. He could feel the dirt under his feet as he took each step, getting closer and closer to the window, peering through. His eyes seemed to turn into a slit when he stole a glance at the world. He could seem for miles, kids playing, mutants talking; he could hear the sound of many things as they made their

The warrior couldn't imagine the chaos that took place; he dare not even attempt such a thing. Though he had been told many times of what the new world looked like, time and time again he was told, yet he didn't believe a word they had spoken. It seemed too fake to be real. It seemed all unreal, like it was one big dream to him, and that soon he'd just eventually awaken from this horrible nightmare. He had hoped that the pain in his gut would vanquish, the ache that seemed locked away forever in his heart, eating away his feelings, his memories, and even all the hope he has left, would soon, all go away. He was sure of it...he seemed sure of

The apocalypse happened out of nowhere, nobody was able to tell that it was coming. The world was destroyed, right before your very eyes, people mutating into weird beings. It was rare to see a human that wasn't mutated, and they were usually the one's trying to run from the things that swarmed the earth on the surface. Many of the humans that mutated after the apocalypse, minds were corrupted by a sort of demon that grew to power, a demon with demonic aura all around him. Nobody was able to stop him. Not even the turtles were able to defeat him with just them alone. Years after the world was destroyed, Donatello, also known as Tensai, had