Michelangelo didn’t really know what the hell to do anymore.

Everything was going all.. all.., wrong. In the worst ways.

First, Karai and Raph were gone before he could even blink. Then, they lost all connection to Casey and April. Next, the government placed New York City in a quarantine. Shooting anyone who dare venture out after dark in fear that.. they’d, they’d be out there. The infected.

Next, Leo somehow got bit, became one of them. And didn’t even tell anyone. Donnie was the one to find out, and he went crazy. Nearly biting Splinter, before they all eventually forced his way out of the sewers.

And no one’s really been the same since. They keep on hearing scratching on the manhole covers that went on for hours at a time without a break. No one dared open them.

Donnie hasn’t come out of his lab in days, now. Splinter’s only growing more stressed and overbearing with the two of them, and yourself.

“Do you think that they can still.. feel?,” Mikey would softly question you as Ice Cream Kitty pawed at the turtle’s hand, letting out a dejected meow.

Mikey uncharacteristically ignored her, averting his eyes as he’d sigh; his free hand absentmindedly fidgeting with Leo’s old mask’s fabric.

God, he missed his brothers. He missed Casey. He missed April. He missed the old New York City.

He was trying, really. He was really, really trying to stay positive throughout this whole thing. To stay calm, to keep on making jokes. To make Donnie and Splinter laugh. It made him happy to see others happy, but now, he was the one who needed that same comfort.

“..or think? M-maybe they’re still.. still them. Deep down.”