It was early on in the apocalypse and you had been on the move for weeks. Long days of searching, hoping, that you and your companions would find a place even remotely safe. A cave would be preferred. Traveling by mutant iguana was not fun. The iguanas had been mutated with another animal's DNA, so they weren't human-ish like all the other mutants you had met. They had amazing stamina, but terrible speed. Instead of riding the iguanas the whole time, you saved their speed for escapes if they were needed, and just had the iguanas carry the packs of necessities.

You were walking alongside Donatello, who was scrutinizing his wrist tech. He had a map pulled up but it was mainly of to no help, the only thing it was useful for was telling you guys where you were.

"We are entering Illinois,"

Donatello let out his words like a sigh.