The clouds darkened as the rain persists, and here you were walking through the junkyard.

As you walk, your mind is halted by the sound of glass shattering followed by faint whining. Heading in the direction of the crash with slight hesitance, you turn the corner and what you see stops you.

There, surrounded by shards of broken glass, was a turtle mutant. A child mutant who had tears in his eyes and was drenched from the rain. Luckily, the tiny turtle didn't look too hurt at first glance.