Tmnt Mutant Apocalypse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Marcus stared at me, his face white. "You're not human," he whispered. "You're a Mute Omega. The rarest wolf in existence." The council elders were shaking. The students were frozen. And Damon—my brother, my protector—looked at me with something I'd never seen in his eyes. Fear. "The Mute Omega hasn't been born in a thousand years," one elder said, his voice trembling. "Her voice can command Alphas. Her howl can tear packs apart. She's not just rare. She's dangerous."

"Flattened? The outer walls are eight inches of solid concrete!" [The concrete structure lacks reinforcement ] the system text read, scrolling down much faster in front of my face. [Apex Mutants possess burrowing capabilities. They will bypass the surface shield by breaching the basement floor from beneath the foundation.] "Oh, god " I whispered, putting my hand over my mouth as the true horror sank in. I looked down at the gray concrete floor under my boots. I thought about the dark damp basement where Cindy had pulled the power lever—the wet floor resting directly on top of the dark earth.

"Relax. I said I would get her, and I will." The job might be troublesome, but at his current level it was not a real obstacle. He had helpers now. Kenneth could tank the front. Thorgan could control the field. Cyrus would stay back and wait for the kill window. If things went wrong, he could withdraw at once. The formation was clean. In the early days of Frostfall, three awakened mutants working together could bulldoze most locations. He also needed a top-tier computer expert. After he gave his promise, Scarlett and Zoey finally relaxed.

“One dose. Enough to stop the mutation in one of you. Choose.” Damian’s jaw clenched. The mutation was already spreading through the air—they could both feel it. Heat in the veins. Heightened arousal. The hybrid child in the carrier kicked harder, responding to the signal, its small tentacles beginning to peek from its back. They had to get the antidote. Damian charged. The clone met him head-on—fists and tentacles clashing in a blur of violence. Damian’s knife slashed, severing one tentacle. The clone’s barb stabbed into Damian’s side, injecting something. Damian roared, driving his elbow into the clone’s face.

Dominic grabbed Vicky and scrambled to higher ground, blowing the whistle on his chest. "Stay calm! Come here! I've got mastiffs! Zombies don't stand a chance!" The largest mastiff shot forward like a bolt of lightning, jaws clamping down on a zombie's arm. But it didn't bite through. I ducked back into the security office, peeking cautiously. The zombie's rotted flesh revealed a strange, dark metallic sheen underneath. Its bones were harder than steel. One bite knocked out the mastiff's teeth. Only three days into the apocalypse, and the zombies had already started mutating.

The plant released its medicinal compounds instantly, stems darkening as they absorbed blood and began to clot it. Behind me, snarls and growls filled the air as Dominic battled the mutant. Bones crunched. Flesh tore. I forced myself to focus on the doe. “Almost there,” I encouraged her, feeling another contraction begin. “Push!” With a slick, wet sound, the fawn’s body slid free. It landed on the leaves, covered in birth fluids, completely still. The sudden silence from behind me told me Dominic’s fight had ended. I glanced back to see him standing over the mutant’s corpse, blood dripping from his muzzle. He shifted back to human form, his chest heaving as he gulped air.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

When Jade leaped into the air and saw the complete footprint, a shocked expression appeared on her face. “How could such a large footprint exist? How tall is this giant ape?” Jade asked. “The demonic apes, Vajra Demonic Apes, originate from the ancient prehistoric times. They are considered prehistoric mutants. Even in the prehistoric mutant realm, they are at the top of the food chain. The strongest among the demonic apes can even become gods capable of destroying a planet with a single punch and crushing the galaxy with a single stomp of their foot,” Yuno explained.

He leaped across the ten-foot trench, his heavy obsidian boots cracking the pavement as he landed among the disoriented Vanguard troops. A radicalized mutant whose hands were covered in highly corrosive acid lunged at Jabari, aiming to melt the teenager's face. Jabari ducked under the wild swing, but he remembered Baraka’s code. Disable, don't destroy. Instead of driving an obsidian fist through the man's chest, Jabari grabbed the mutant by the tactical vest, spun him around, and slammed him face-first into the side of a Humvee. The impact knocked the man out cold instantly.