GK groaned some, trying to move. Something was holding her down, right over her chest and lower legs. "Ah, shit…"

"Lovely language for someone your age." Someone said. GK opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the voice. She began to stare at the African American, whose body was mainly robotic. He was examining some papers intently, glancing at her from time to time.

"Holy shit man, what happened to you?"

The man stiffened a bit then replied rudely, "That is none of your business. Now be quiet, I can't hear myself think."

GK rolled her eyes a bit, beginning to look around. The lab was similar to her friend Donny's laboratory, except somewhat more advanced in technology. She herself was strapped onto an operating table, with a heart rate monitor beside it. Not surprisingly, her heart rate was twelve beats per minute.

Not paying attention to the man, GK didn't notice him filling up a needle with clear liquid. Only the sharp jab in her arm caused her to pay attention. She yelped out, "What the hell, man! What'd you just put in me?!"

"Hmph, I'm wishing it was something to shut you up, right now…" He put a bedpan in front of her, adjusting it so that it was close to her face. "Now, to see what's inside of you."

She arched an eyebrow. "Wait, you're going to cut me open?"

"It'd be much easier to do that, but I wish to see what makes you tick, so no. But you will feel very unpleasant in three…two…one."

Almost as soon as he began counting down, GK felt her stomach gurgle horribly. She felt light-headed and dizzy, as her stomach seized up. "Sh-shit…"

"Honestly, is this where my tax dollars are going, to teach teenagers how to swear?" He shook his head, turning just in time to see her throw up into the pan. "Lovely. Good thing I can't eat much…now let's take a look at this."

He removed the pan, peering into GK's face. She no longer felt too sick, but she did feel tired for some reason. The man had walked away with her bile, chuckling quietly to himself. "Interesting diet, I'll admit. Do you usually eat a hand whole or do you attempt to skin it?"

She tried to answer, but found out she couldn't say anything. She was too relaxed and her body just refused to cooperate. He didn't seem to care she didn't answer and continued examining the contents of what was in her stomach. He tapped his chin, saying quietly, "A cannibal, then. And a dead cannibal at that. Well, I suppose that anesthetic will keep you from doing anything. Now, time to get to work…"

GK wanted to make a reply, trying to keep herself conscious. She didn't want to think what he'd do to her while she was asleep, but she could guess it wouldn't be a fun experience for her. She watched drowsily as the man picked up a scalpel, and surprisingly didn't feel any trace of alarm. The zombie's eyelids finally shut, her heart rate stopping almost as soon as she fell into a deep sleep. The man glanced up, then smirked, approaching her with the scalpel. "Far too easy."

Elsewhere

Slash paced nervously, back and forth across the Lair's entire length. Raph and Mikey, getting increasingly amused by this, watched him continue to pace while talking amongst themselves. Leo watched as well, offering comments such as, "Slash, calm down, GK's probably hiding out somewhere because she doesn't want to get yelled at for running away."

Mikey whispered to Raph, "Jeez, just a few hours ago, he wasn't even worried! Now look!"

"Yeah, but she wouldn't stay out this long! It's been more than five hours!" Slash gnawed on his lower beak, still worried. "And you know, I don't see why Donny didn't put a tracker on her like he did everyone else!"

"You know she didn't let him come anywhere near him with that thing, Slash," said Leo, trying to remain patient. "And I can't blame her, the trackers can get very annoying at times…"

"Well, yeah…but Donny could have tried harder!" Slash was fishing around for more reasons to blame others. The blue-masked turtle recognized this and sighed some.

"If it makes you feel any better, we'll go looking for her tomorrow. And only if she doesn't show up, okay?"

Slash considered this option, then nodded. "Fine. But if she doesn't show up and we don't find her, then what?!"

"Just sit and wait, I guess…"