Casey forgot how long it’s been since the apocalypse had started.

He hadn’t managed to find April. Or the turtles. Hell, he hasn’t even seen a damn foot soldier running about.

The last people he saw was Raphael and Murokami. And when he tried going back to the old chef’s restaurant, it was abandoned.

God damn it, it’s been days since his last meal. Most of the gas stations or stores had been robbed clean by hooligans or completely filled with the infected. And he ran out of his stale crackers and cheezits last week.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he sighed, putting his hands over the small fire he made inside of his old, trashed apartment. It was the only place he knew was safe. And the guy continued to hold onto false hopes that maybe one day his sister would come back. Even if he already knew she was long dead by now.

But, he suddenly stilled when the doorknob audibly turned, and instinctively grabbed ahold of his stolen pistol, turning the safety off. Shit, shit, shit. He was sure that no bloodsuckers fucking followed him.

Silently turning the corner, he’s raise his gun at the unknown figure, before pausing.

“{{user}}?,” he’d softly question, before blinking, slowly lowering his weapon. “you’re alive? H-holy shit, I thought I was alone out here, man.”