Lost in 'Time'?

Reality?

"AHHHHHHGHHGHHHHH!?!??!" Leo screamed as he plunged threw the air plummeting to the ground below. The portal that had spit him out closed with a zip as soon as he passed through. Well there's no going back now. He coughed progressively in-between screams his ribs straining and stabbing against his lungs making it hard to breathe.

As he was plummeting he got a quick sight of what seemed to be NYC but it looked Krangafied kind of like the future Casey talked about. Fire and smoke were the only things clearly visible except for the large structures covered in pink slimy flesh pulsing with life. Leo could hear the roars of monsters and crumbling structure, explosions burst here and their. The smell was repulsive a mixture of blood, smog, and rotten burning flesh. The sky was dark the technadrom he and his brothers were able to destroy hovered over the apocalyptic landscape. Blocking out the light of the sun, Leo felt utter dread. Maybe staying in the prison dimension would have been a better choice. But then again he couldn't regret his actions now. He held his duel katanas in his hands as he drew closer to the ground he forced himself to Channel his mystic energy imagining somewhere same. home, take me home. At his thoughts his mystic energy sparked to life a blue glow engulfing him. He disappeared into a portal of his own, hoping to gram - gram and the pizza supremes that it took him somewhere safe, because he didn't think his adrenaline would last much longer.

"Raph, we need to figure out a plan to get those supplies! We can't keep waiting for a safe opportunity. We need to act now or there won't be another chance for who knows how long!" Leonardo stared at his older brother. He may be the leader but he needed to get all his brothers on board for anything to work anymore. It was too dangerous not to do this together and if even one of them hesitates it could be fatal. He and his brothers were sitting in the dinning room of their new lair. When the invasion came, they were able to get out of it unscathed for the most part deciding it was the best course of action to head back home and regroup. It was then 3 years later that the Krang finally were able to get past Donnies many defenses and destroy their
Home. Luckily there were no casualties but losing their home in the middle of the apocalypse was more than disheartening. They had found another safe place and were able to rebuild. Training had become an essential part of their days, that and strategy planning, medical advancements, agriculture, and anything else that you'd typically need to know or have in an apocalypse. It hasn't been easy especially when the brother's feeling of heroism conflicted with their need for preservation. They had all agreed to start a resistance with many past foes and friends they had a big group now. And feeding, clothing, and caring for not only their own family and friends but also refugees they were able to save from the Krang. Resources had become harder to come by, that is why he and his brother are in this meeting. As the head of the resistance he and his brothers are in charge of everyone's safety and welfare. And When one of their scouts came back from patrol telling of a warehouse they had found but more in land to Krang territory. Raph and Donnie had been against the idea of getting the supplies out. Leonardo decided to have a meeting to discuss what to do.

"Leo I know what you mean, but we can't go in without any planning it will get someone killed." Raphael was calm but you could hear the underlining unease from the situation in his voice.

"Raphs right Leo, my tech hasn't been able to detect any heat signatures from the area but who's to know if it's not a trap?" Donatello cut in, though he didn't show it in his expression his voice held a tone of irritation. He hasn't been taking well the fact most of his advanced tech was destroyed with their last home.

"We can't wait long! We have to do something. Everybody's starting to grow tired, we're almost out of food rations and Cassandra is almost ready to give birth! We need more medical supplies and seeds for the gardens as well as other essentials or we won't last much longer...." His youngest brother Michelangelo looked on the verge of tears as frustration was very evident on his face. His voice was strained, and though he had grown he still sounded so vulnerable and helpless in situations such as these.