A young girl with sky blue eyes and face covered in tiny freckles made her way down the cold, wet streets of New York, wearing a hoodie to cover her face and stay as dry as possible. She tried to avoid getting spotted by the few folks who didn't cross Shredders headquarters to get the miracle zombie cure, or rather, anti Kraang pandemic. They would gladly take the cure that Oroko Saki offered, and the price had been small, all he wanted was to rule the city, not that big of a deal.
Beside the redhead walked a slightly older and dark haired boy, who were wearing a hoodie as well. The teens weren't sure whether they were at any risk of getting captured, so it was better to hide under the wet fabric. The Mighty Mutanimals were underneath and above them, making sure to stay completely out of sight. Underneath them, following the tracking device on April's wrist was Leatherhead and Dr. Rockwell. Above, making their way by the rooftops were Slash and Pigeon Pete.
They had been out an about for a while now, searching for ways to escape the city without getting noticed, but a new place to hide in case it wasn't possible was fine as well. The warehouse near the docks had been just fine, lots of space and everything they needed, but it was also in plain sight, which meant that a certain ruler would send his army out to investigate it eventually. No, they couldn't stay there, as much as they wanted to. If they had to go somewhere for refuge, they had to leave for the farmhouse once again.
While April was in her own thoughts, Casey was on full alert, taking in his surroundings in case they needed an escape route. It sure was quiet, not a single car drove past them as they continued down the streets in soaked shoes. They needed a car, any kind of transportation, but their vehicles was parked at the lair, and as far as they knew, that place would be heavily guarded by now. If anything they would have to borrow someone's car, and it had to be big enough for all of them to fit. Did such a car even exist? Maybe a truck or a bus?
"A school bus!" April suddenly spoke aloud, making Casey flinch in surprise. He told her to turn down the volume or they would get unwanted attention, which she agreed on before continuing in a whisper.
"We can borrow a school bus, its big enough for all of us, and the seats are long enough for the guys to lay on. No one's there and even the police is out for now. It's the best chance we got."
"I don't see why not." Slash's voice roared through her earpiece. "How far away are we from your school miss O'Niell?"
"Not that far actually, a few blocks from here, we'll be there in about twenty minutes or less."
"Well then what are we waiting for? Let's go already!" Casey grab her arm impatiently and together they ran towards the school.
A yellow bus driven by a crazy teenage boy came flying around the street corner in full speed, and had no intend to slow down. A redhead was sitting in the front, clinging to the seat for dear life as Casey took another violent turn. In the back of the bus sat the rest of the group, cramped together in what could go as a very manly hug. They weren't scared by the drivers speed and recklessness, they knew he wouldn't crash, or at least hoped so. It didn't help yelling at him, so after April's fifth speed warning, she decided to stay quiet and let him drive in peace. They weren't that far anyway…
They arrived at the docks twenty minutes later, and Slash, followed by Leatherhead, hurried inside. They greeted the purple clad turtle who was leaned over the youngest brother's bed half asleep. Nothing serious had happened while they were gone, so they hurried to wrap all three turtles in white blankets like burritos, lifted them from the beds and carried them outside to the waiting vehicle. Slash carefully carried a groaning Raphael, and Leatherhead carried Michelangelo and Leonardo with focus on the leaders breathing. April ran inside soon after to help Donatello hobble out and into the bus as well.
The mutants gently lay the three brothers on each row of seats, and as soon as all the gear was packed, the turtles were as comfortable as possible, and everyone had taken a leak, the doors closed and Casey hit the speeder, but a bit milder this time. It would take a few hours to get to the farmhouse, but they would be safe as soon as they left New York. Maybe.