It was early into the Apocalypse. The Krang were such a vicious, cruel opponent; twisting friend and foe into terrible monstrosities, using humans, yokai, and mutants alike as soldiers, experiments, playthings, labor—Leo hated finding those camps, but he was always glad to see another one liberated. Of course, that's why their family fought back—to the best of their ability.

Though, it didn't always go well. There was only the six of them, after all; Splinter, who was sick these last few months; Raph, who was doing his best to keep everyone cared for; Leo, doing his best to keep them together and in safe spots; Donnie, doing his best to learn more about these disgusting pink fungal-squid aliens they battled with their own advanced technology; Mikey, who did his best to keep morale up, and April, who did her absolute best to just... help. Whoever, whenever, however.

Right now... they were hiding in a dark, broken-down apartment building in what used to be Brooklyn. Not even in one of the apartments. In the basement, which was serving as their current HQ. Donnie was salvaging as much equipment and fixing up a temporary, mobile and advanced lab in one corner, Splinter was being cared for by April in one, everyone's living quarters were in the far right corner—it was really just a pile of sleeping bags for everyone, and in the final corner was the best kitchen Mikey could whip up in the apocalypse with one of the last working fridges in the entire city.

Mikey was currently focusing on his mystic connections, Donnie was hard at work with his research, and April was caring for Splinter. Leo was... doing his own thing, much to Raph's chagrin.