Chapter 1

hey Charmy here! just wanted to post this chapter i'll post the second one depending on how this one goes so enjoy!

The sound of an alarm clock disturbed his peaceful slumber, he slowly opened his tired eyes, and glance at the time; 4:15am, with a slight grunt he shut the stubborn noise off and turned to stare at the ceiling of his room. The turtle, without a care in the world took his precious time in getting out of his bed. Furthermore, when he got tired of staring at the roof, he got up, headed to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face; as soon as he was done in the bathroom he headed to kitchen. The lone turtle prepared himself a protein shake. When he finished preparing and drinking his protein shake, the turtle walked towards the dojo and started to train until every fiber of his bones couldn't handle any longer.

Finishing his katas, he suddenly stopped and glanced at his stomach; it had started to grumble, he couldn't handle his hunger anymore and decided that he was done with his training exercise for now, and headed to the kitchen yet again. When arriving at the kitchen he walked towards the fridge to make himself some breakfast.

Opening the fridge all he sees is five eggs, an expired, half empty carton of milk lying there next to a gallon with only a quarter of orange juice, his fridge was empty. He walked to the cabinets and opened them, and to his dismay they were empty too; he mumbled and curst as he stared at the empty cabinets, he almost forgot that he had to go out and look for food today. But, before he did anything he threw away the expired milk, grabbed the eggs and made himself whatever he could with what he had.

As he made himself something to eat, he remembered how he and his brothers used to take turns in making breakfast, until eventually one of the four 'Michelangelo' had decided and insisted on making everyone breakfast or any other meal they were to eat every day. The orange clad never liked them doing "his job"; so he made up a rule that he didn't want anybody in the kitchen other than himself, for he would always cook for everyone. Unless, of course there was pizza, or he was sick or hurt, and they all ended up agreeing to it. He was always the goofball of the family, but when it came to cooking he was the man for the job.

Donatello never liked cooking so he didn't mind that Mikey ended up getting the kitchen. He'd always preferred on fixing, inventing or taking care of his brother's health and injuries. He also stayed most of his time on his laptop or in his lab, and that's why he always left the kitchen to his little brother. He was always so focused on inventing new things or upgrading his stuff or fixing the toaster, because somehow when a certain blue clad turtle 'Leo' decided to make toast, it ended up being burned or broken. But, Donnie wasn't really that bothered by that, because it always kept him busy. So to the purple terrapin it didn't really bother him who did or didn't cook as long as it wasn't him of course.

Now Raphael, he was… like he would say 'ok' at cooking, but like Donnie he never saw himself in there, the red clad never loved it like his smallest sibling did. He was actually glad that the orange terrapin made up that silly rule, that way it gave him more time for his stuff, like: working out, watching TV, reading his magazines, Sparring with his blue clad brother, going out and kicking some PD's butt with his best friend Casey, or sleeping his ass off. He didn't really care, but at least he had more time to do his thing, and he didn't have to worry that he had to cook lunch or dinner anymore, since Mikey was in charge of that.

Leonardo however… he was not such a good cook…he was horrible in fact. He had found himself relieved that his smallest brother decided to take the cooking duties to his self. In that way it left the blue terrapin more time to train in the dojo to become a better and stronger leader for them. It also gave him more time to meditate with their father, read his favorite comic books, watch his favorite show on TV and other things he usually did.

The lone turtle, seeing that his eggs were done came back to the real world and ignored his thoughts further on. He put his eggs on a plate, grabbed a fork and sat at the dining table. While he ate he stared at the empty seats before him. As much as he tried not to think about them, somehow the memories of where each of them sat everyday was still deeply carved within his brain. It pained him so much to remember and he tried to block it from his mind but it kept on lurking around. To ignore his thoughts yet again he bit his tongue hard, until he felt the taste of coper in his mouth, and continued eating. When the lone turtle finished eating he glanced at the time above the old and almost completely rusty fridge and it read 10:10am and he figured "this is going to be a long day". He got up and walked to the sink to wash his dish.

When the turtle finished washing his plate he exit the kitchen, walked through the living room, went up the stairs, passed a few rooms and arrived at his bedroom door. The lone turtle entered his room, grabbed his black mask which was neatly placed on his night stand and placed it on his face. Finishing the knot on his mask, he grabbed his weapons, four duffle bags, and headed out. He shut the door behind him, walked to the living room and exit the lair. When exiting the lair the lone terrapin covered his face from the sudden sunlight that hit him through a massive cracked whole on the top of the sewer tunnel.

The turtle knew he couldn't take the shortest way to the surface, for it was caved in by giant rocks that were caused by an earthquake years ago, so he headed out through the longest way like he always did every morning. While he walked all that was heard were the sounds of the wind through the cracked spaces and drops of water falling from the broken sewage tunnel.

Once the black clad got out of the sewers, he glanced at the city before him; the big apple…such a beautiful city, and its gorges lights that shined at night…now turned into a deserted and broken city. With absolutely no living being around, if you looked at it now, you'd see it had sand and pieces of buildings everywhere, half broken sky scrapers, some almost fully destroyed and others completely gone.

Although, there were some buildings that were still intact, like some of the small food markets and shops that seem at least of some importance to the lone turtle, in fact it was safe to say that some were even untouched, but that's and exaggeration they had at least a few cracks and wholes here and there on them. It was also a miracle and a good thing that there was still electricity that worked in the big city though; well some parts of it at least.

Luckily, some markets still had food in them too, that's one of the main reasons why he came out of the lair. He doesn't usually come out of his haven very often though. But, when he does it's to find food or some sort of item he needs to fix something broken in the lair. He continued his journey to the market without a care in the world, it's not like there was any humans alive to see him anyways; they were all dead…well other than him and other mutants hunting him down.

Would you call it stealing if most of man kind was dead, and you, being one of few to survive, and the only way to keep living is to take as much food, water and items as much as you can? Well to him, he certainly felt he wasn't stealing. The black clad turtle thought if nobody owned it, and there wasn't a living soul alive it wasn't considered as stealing…in his mind;he needed to survive, so that's what he did.

well! hope u liked it please leave review or PM me, and if i get enough favs and comments i'll make sure i'll write chap two k, like i said it all depends on how this one goes, Later!