The year was 2060, 43 years after the Shredder's death and since the apocalypse started. The mutagen asteroid hit the earth, killing off 80% of the human population or turning them into mindless mutants. Now, there's no more than 11 thousand humans left in the entire world. The United States has turned into a giant tropical desert, and other countries and continents around the world are unknown. One hot day, there was a large vehicle driving through the dead mountains of south eastern Idaho. Inside was a large bulky turtle with a beard driving. It was Raphael. In the back was a robot with glowing purple accents and lights sitting on the floor in sleep mode. It was Donatello.

Raphael: We need fuel, Don. We're down to a few drops. I don't think we're gonna make it to Salt Lake City on a few drops left.

Donatello: Scanning now......sorry Raph, there's nothing around for hundreds of miles. I guess we're just gonna have to-

Raphael: Make due! Like always, make due...

Before he could speak again, Donnie shouted while looking ahead.

Donatello: Raph, watch out!!

This caused the old turtle to slam onto the breaks, but he still did hit someone. You.