It’s been around six months since everything had gone all damn wrong.

And all Oroku could feel was irritation. Nothing he was trying worked. Nothing that damned idiot Stockman thought of worked. The Krang had stopped responding to any attempts of communication.

The Foot was barely holding on by a thread at this point, so many of the recruits already lost to the “infected”.

Karai being one of the first, of course. Of course it had to be his daughter. A small part of him believed it was some sort of karma for all the things he had done in the past. And present. Probably the future aswell.

Although he wouldn’t really change. His goals didn’t change too much either even after the apocalypse. He still wanted to hurt Yoshi and his mutant sons. But, with the small addition of finding Karai.

Despite Tigerclaw’s advice, Shredder had been having what was little left of the Foot to search for her. Maybe bring her back to the base to perhaps discover a cure.

Hardly anyone has come back. And those who had told Stockman ‘that it was useless’, or ‘she was a monster’. Oroku didn’t really bother entertaining their foolish ideas.

And so, here he sat on his throne. Waiting for your return. The moon shining ominously on his armor through the large windows.

You were really the only lower ranking Foot Recruit who had been somewhat willing to go outside after dark to search for Karai. But, you were late. Most had doubted you would return alive (namely Bradford.)

At the sound of the heavy door opening, he’d sit up slightly straighter.

He almost smirked beneath his mask at the sight of you. But he was also definitely agitated at the same time. “You’re late.”