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Now and then, Donnie felt the sensation of something putting pressure on his shell and he too, as stubborn as the alligator, refused to voice any discomfort it brought upon him. \n\nHow was his friend fairing? \n\nThe growing fear that Leatherhead was going to collapse any time took root in the turtle. \n\nHe needed to get them both to shelter before either froze to death or worse.\n\nDonnie minded his footing, wishing that he could see at least a bit more; he couldn’t even make out a tree until almost smacking into it.\n\nThen suddenly Donnie’s foot, which he swore he had planted firmly on the ground before his next step, slipped underneath him and he crashed hard to the ground shell first. \n\nBefore he knew what was happening, to his horror, his body started sliding rapidly down what must have been a slope. \n\nIn a panic, a screech escaped him and soon after he heard Leatherhead not too far behind. \n\nThe snow plowed into him, exploding into the air around him as he felt the speed of his descent increasing. \n\nStill unable to see what’s to come, Donnie prayed there were no obstacles such as low bushes or mighty trees in the way that could kill him with the alarming speed he was travelling at.\n\nJust as suddenly as the hellish, cold ride began, it ended quickly when his body jerked as he reached the bottom.\n\nHe slammed into a pile of snow that wasn’t as soft as he would have imagined it would be. Even so, it did stop him as he became relieved by his turtle luck. Still, that was only the icing on the cake.\n\nOnce he had his breath back, intending to see what became of Leatherhead since all he could hear was silence, Donnie found himself slammed into by a larger figure, who quickly pinned him to the ground. \n\nUnable to either breathe or move, he gasped for air, letting out a wheezy faint cry for help, or was he trying to ask Leatherhead to get off of him? \n\nThe reply was delayed for a few minutes as the alligator collected his bearings, feeling not just his wound taking so much out of him but also the cold. Finally, he rolled over allowing Donnie to breathe once more.\n\nDonnie strained out a groan, swearing he now knew what a pancake felt like. \n\n\"We need to get out of this storm,\" Donnie's teeth chattered, pointing out the obvious; neither so far had come up with a solution for the matter.\n\n\"Donatello,\" Leatherhead started, only to be interrupted by the turtle.\n\n\"The temperature is dropping and I don't know how long we are going to last out--\"\n\n\"Donatello!\" Leatherhead attempted again.\n\n\"With your leg as it is, we need you off it and bandage right and--\"\n\n\"DONNIE!\" Leatherhead resorted to his nickname, catching the turtle’s attention quickly.\n\nDonnie, still not accustomed to being addressed as such from Leatherhead, felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter.\n\nLeatherhead's arm pointed ahead. Donnie's gaze followed the arm to see what his friend was trying so desperately to get him to look at.\n\n\"Well... that works!\" Donnie blinked at their luck, seeing the building before them that appeared to be vacant from the outside. \n\nNow was it, which was another question, but right now they needed to get out of the wind and figure out the rest after they were safe.\n\nMoving towards the building to get a better view, Donnie realised it was some kind of warehouse. \n\nFinding a broken window, Donnie carefully opened it taking a peek inside the dark room before him. \n\nThough his eyes had a few issues adjusting to the dim light at first, he could soon see a lot of boxes inside, some of which were burnt. To his surprise, even the walls were damaged, showing how a fire tried to consume the building years ago. In the far corner was a door which might be very well locked from the inside, as far as he could tell. \n\nLeaning back and holding the window frame, Donnie looked over Leatherhead knowing that asking his friend to enter by the window would be stupid and dangerous, \"The place seems to be abandoned by the looks of things. There is a door to the left on the other side of the building. I can enter here and go unlock it for you.\"\n\nNodding, Leatherhead walked off towards the door as Donnie slipped inside, avoiding the broken glass. Heading towards the door, he stopped at one of the crates, examining it. It was burnt and the burned trail led to one of the shattered, warped windows on the other side. The fire must have come from outside first, then entered the building. Yet surprisingly, the building wasn't destroyed. He realized the blaze must have been put out before the flames could engulf the place. \n\nHearing knocking, Donnie snapped out of his detective mode, rushing towards the door to let his friend in. \n\nLeatherhead waddled past him, entering the building and Donnie managed to get a glimpse of what was beyond the threshold since the wind decided to let him have a peek.\n\nHe could see other buildings that appeared to be half burned and he thought some that were fully, unfortunately, the wind picked up, blowing a white wall across yet again. \n\nThe alligator headed towards the centre of the room, away from the windows and blowing breeze that whisked in. Donnie shut the door to join him; he could have stood there all day figuring out what else was out there, but right now, he had other matters to take care of. For one, Leatherhead was pale and getting worse and he had to figure out a way to help him.\n\n\"I'll start a fire,\" Donnie offered, going towards the crates and breaking the wooden planks for firewood. He noticed the boxes were full of computer parts that weren't of any use to them. The packing strips were paper, however, and would be a great starter. Still, he needed something to make a spark. \n\nLooking around and contemplating, he couldn’t see anything useful as he put his hand under his chin to aid his thinking process.\n\n“Donatello?” Leatherhead questioned weakly, making the turtle tilt his head at him worriedly.\n\nPlacing a smile on his lips, Donnie hid the problem he was having, “Leatherhead, are you okay?”\n\nThe alligator nodding, his eyes darted around before he shivered. \n\nThe darkness was growing and only brought a dreadful despair with it. \n\nDonnie resorted to reaching into a pouch on his belt, happy he did at least have the small flashlight in there. Even so, he seriously had doubts on what good it was, other than for shedding some light; it wasn’t going to magically make a fire or reveal some secret solution he couldn’t see with his own two eyes.\n\nTaking it out anyway and holding his sigh in, he realised something else slipped out of the pouch and dropped to the ground. Donnie bent over, seeing the tin foil covered stick of gum that Mikey snuck into his pouch. As his fingers touched the foil it sparked an idea, his mind recalling viewing a video a while back. \n\nThe YouTube video had intrigued him; it was on someone demonstrating on how to start a fire with only the foil of a stick of gum and a battery!\n\nWith much excitement, Donnie got to work taking some of the paper that he needed from one of the crates to start the fire, along with dry wood for kindling. \n\nNow sitting on the ground, Leatherhead watched the turtle in amazement, a bit confused over how a stick of gum could bring this new hope in Donatello. That was until Donatello carefully started to rip a small strip of the tin foil, making each end large and narrowing it towards the centre, which in the end became thinner than the rest of the strip. As soon as he had it right to perfection, he placed one of the edges on the plus side of the battery, then made sure the middle part of the foil was close to the paper from the boxes. \n\nWith the gum foil touching the paper, and he was sure it would work, he only had one chance at this, he then placed the other end to the minus, making a complete connection. Instantaneously the centre caught on fire and then the paper. Not wasting their only chance for a fire, Donnie focused on the flame which was growing, giving it enough air and fuel. \n\n\"And we have fire!\" Donnie cheered after he had a healthy flame with the kindling burning nicely enough to accept larger pieces without smothering it to death. \n\nSmiling at him, the alligator nodded in agreement, pleased his friend was able to figure something out and thankful he had the gum and flashlight at that.\n\n\"That is good news; I was starting to get cold,\" Leatherhead said with a spark of hope. He then shuffled forward towards the warmth of the flames, which Donnie made bigger before finding some loose slabs of concrete to contain the fire in one spot.\n\n\"We have enough wood to last the night if we must,\" Donnie said with a positive tone. Then he became wary of the thought of being there overnight.\n\n\"That is a good thing--Donatello?\" Leatherhead blurred out, then tilted his head. He watched Donatello pull his leg towards the light before he could protest and then the turtle unwrapped the bandage. \n\nAs Donnie predicted during the chaos, it was only one shot, yet that still was dangerous. \n\nLeatherhead needed it cleaned and wrapped up properly. Sadly though, that wasn’t the only thing they needed; they also were in need of food and water.\n\n\"I'm checking on how bad it is. It’s not bad… I should start getting more wood ready for the fire.\" Donnie rewrapped it up again avoiding his worry over Leatherhead’s leg. At least he could say it wasn’t infected but that could change anytime.\n\nStanding straight up, he stretched before wandering away from the fire, leaving Leatherhead to rest. He was on the hunt, checking each crate before breaking them up for the wood and in hopes he would find something useful. \n\nUnless Ethernet cords could be of some help, there wasn’t anything around.\n\n\"We will be fine,” Leatherhead assured him, then raised his brow at what the turtle was now doing, “Donatello, what are you doing?\"\n\n\"We need supplies if we wish to survive the night.” Donnie started, avoiding those yellow eyes that were signalling he was being irrational again. \n\nTaking a breath, Donnie held his ground and used his knowledge for his defence, “What I was able to see when I let you in, made me believe this very well might be the abandoned town I read about, the one that was destroyed by a forest fire years ago. That town was a fair distance from the cabin. This was one of the main reasons I had chosen this place, for I knew for a fact, there would be fewer humans around. Even so, that means we are farther away from the cabin than I realized. How long had we been walking?\" Donnie asked the question, more for himself. With the handful of Ethernet cords, he tied them together to make a stable lifeline.\n\n\"I even lost time on how long it has been...\" Leatherhead admitted and then flashed Donatello a disapproving look on what he was getting at, \"I don't think that is a wise idea to venture out there. Who knows what awaits you and if you get lost...\"\n\n\"I will not get lost, besides, I memorized the layout of this town from my computer back home when I was thinking this would be a great location for you and I to explore for fun. I wasn't planning to come here until three days henceforth.  Besides, I will have this line tied around me to find my way back, don't fret,\" Donnie explained, confident with his photographic memory.\n\nStill not convinced, Leatherhead shook his head as he warmed his hands by the fire, \"Even so, and I am in no way doubting your abilities, but it doesn’t mean that is a good idea.\"\n\n\"Leatherhead we can't just survive with that fire alone. Neither of us is wearing clothes, and yes, we have four walls and a roof, but look at this place, there are too many areas that have a draft entering. We need something, anything to keep warm and I doubt Mikey's pancakes will sustain us for long with the other issues we are going to face.\" Donnie argued gently and then pointed to Leatherhead's leg, \"We need something to clean and wrap that leg before it gets infected, so I'm going.\"\n\nTying all the cords he could find together, it gave him a good length to work with. Rolling them up to loop over his shoulder, Donnie tied one end to a pole near the door and the other end around his waist.\n\n\"Is there anything I could say that would make you change your mind?\" Leatherhead pleaded, feeling helpless.\n\n\"Nope, keep the fire going, I will be back,\" Donnie headed out, having his face plastered by snow as he forced the door shut behind him. \n\nOnce outside and with the comforting knowledge that Leatherhead was safe from the elements, Donnie looked onwards. Part of him regretted this decision, but circumstances insisted him to play this move.\n\n
\n\nTreading through the thick, deep snow, Donnie kept one arm up to shield his face, allowing him to see what he could make out. \n\nNow, if he was right and the satellite images last taken from the area were correct, he should be downtown near the deserted stores which were believed to be such a lost cause as to not be worth coming back to. \n\nLuckily, he reached the area that he was aiming for, finding the buildings looming over him and shielding him from the howling wind. Though his vision was still not the clearest, he could make out the rough shapes and see the destruction the fire had left behind. \n\nSome were completely destroyed, while others were still standing untouched. Even so, he crossed his fingers; hoping one of the remaining buildings would be profitable somehow. \n\nExamining each one he passed, Donnie finally stopped his search, coming upon a building that seemed to be in a decent shape.  It appeared to be untouched by the elements as far he could tell and the old sign showed evidence it was once a convenience store or something on that line.\n\nConfident this would be the one to check out; he walked up to the entrance and ghosted his finger on the door before he entered.\n\nTo his luck, he found himself in a clothing store. \n\nNot much was there. Even so, that didn’t discourage him; he might find something of use since people did leave the town in a hurry, leaving everything behind when the forest surrounding it went up in flames. They never bothered coming back.\n\nUntying the cord around himself, Donnie tied it to something inside the store, allowing him to look around without restrictions. \n\nOnce free, he turned on his flashlight, peering within the darkness. Behind him, the wind blew with no mercy, allowing nothing but a blanket of white to be seen. \n\nEven with those hunters still on their trail, he didn’t worry about having the light on; like anyone would notice he was here when he couldn’t even see what was on the other side of the street.\n\nTaking a peek around through the aisles and shelves, he examined every nook and cranny. Unfortunately, all he found was stuff that was either spoiled by mould or burned. \n\nFrustrated, Donnie muttered under his breath, yet didn't give up.\n\nGoing towards the front counter, Donnie searched through the drawer not finding anything beneficial, other than the keys for the back. \n\n\"Well, let’s see where this will lead me.\" Donnie snatched up the keys and headed for the back of the store which did indeed have a door leading to the unknown. \n\nThe door was solid with scorch marks that trailed up the ceiling and towards the inner store. Now he understood how the fire got in and was surprised the door and walls around it still stood. \n\nHe reached for the door handle testing it first, feeling the dead cold steel; he found it was locked Trying his luck with the keys next; he breathed a sigh when the key slipped in with ease and turned without a struggle.\n\nNot daring to be in the line of fire if there was something horrible to come from the other side, Donnie stepped to the side as the rush of wind whipped past him. \n\nLetting out a groan, he could think of only one reason that happened as he peeked around the door to see the back burnt to the ground. \n\n\"Well, that was useless,” Donnie walked through, seeing the burnt wood overhead and the white snow wall that could be seen through the huge hole where the wall used to be standing. \n\n\"Shell... This was a waste of time… Huh?  Wait, what is this?\" Donnie looked over seeing some of the wall to his right that was collapsed, allowing him to take a peek over towards one of the other shop’s back rooms that were ready for visitors. \n\n\"Maybe I would have better luck in there?\" As Donnie walked up, he couldn't contain the smile upon his face as he rushed in, then paused to think this through. \n\nThere in the room waiting for the taking was a very large king sized blanket, supplies and even a med kit. \n\nIt was one of those moments where you know, deep down, it's way too good to be true.\n\nIt was ideal for what he needed and oddly missed placed for a ghost town.\n\nThe more he stared at the goodies, the more the clawing feeling of fear rose inside him. He became wary and wondered if he was incorrect about this place being uninhabited by humans.\n\nWas someone staying here? \n\nThe next question was, were they still around, if not did they get lost in the storm? \n\nWhoever was here could very well have rushed out to a safer location, to a nearby populated town, when seeing the weather taking a turn, leaving this all behind. Then again, what were the chances?\n\nBefore he could figure it out, pain struck! The room began to spin and everything started to go black. \n\nHis instincts kicked in. He touched his hand to the back of his head and his heart leaped into his throat when he felt something sticky and wet. \n\nHe immediately flashed his hand towards his face in hopes of seeing what he felt was just melted snow. However, to his dismay, his hand was thickly painted with crimson.\n\nTurning his head to make sense of what was going on; Donnie only saw something blurry flash before him and then nothing more...\n\n
\n\nThe silence only made him restless as he stared at the flickering flames. \n\nHe wondered how long it had been since Donatello left through those doors. \n\nIt was nerve wracking not knowing what was going down, or whether or not the turtle was in any danger. \n\nSlowly rising to his feet, hissing at the pain in his leg, Leatherhead sluggishly moved towards the door, coming to the conclusion that he could resolve his nerves and see if Donatello was okay, by just doing one simple gesture. \n\nLeatherhead took the rope with a steady grip and opened the door. \n\nHe first gave it a tug, not too hard, but not so light that Donatello might mistake it for the wind.\n\nAfter that, he waited for the turtle to signal back to show he was still okay. As he did, something inside started to swell with alarm.\n\nStill no response. He bit his lip; maybe he needed to try harder? \n\nHe made another, more forceful, tug and waited.\n\nWhile he stood there staring at the rope, every awful and dreadful scenario flashed through his head.\n\n\"What if he is in trouble? Or what if the line is snagged?\" Letting out a sigh, unable to shake the negative thoughts that only chewed at his soul, Leatherhead collected his strength and taking a firm hold on the line, followed it. \n\nHe couldn't risk just sitting there with the mere thought of Donatello in danger. Could he dare chance putting his friend’s life on the line just on the good faith that all was well? \n\nDonatello wouldn’t if he was the one facing this dilemma. Leatherhead knew that, so why should he?\n\nHis anxiety rose to new heights as he took a few steps out of his warm shelter. Surely by now, Donatello would have noticed the line being tugged and would have pulled it back to see what was going on. Better yet, become worried that the line was snagged and started heading back. \n\nThat wasn’t the case, however, and no matter how much he wanted to mistake the blowing wind as a sign there was life at the end of this line, he still couldn’t feel any response.\n\nEach step further brought despair that claimed him and he wanted to rush forward if only the snow wasn’t hindering him to a slow pace. \n\nThe wind howled, booming into his eardrums. He did not give up even with a rising headache, amongst the other pains he felt. Ignoring it and the cold, Leatherhead took one step at a time, trying desperately not to lose his hold on the lifeline. \n\nAfter what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes, he found himself in front of a building. Then to his dismay, he noticed the end of the line was tied around a bar within the store. \n\nWhy was Donatello here and how could he be so irresponsible to leave the line like this? \n\nAbout to call out to him, Leatherhead refrained from that action, becoming fearful when he swore he heard a muffled voice coming from the back that wasn't Donatello's. \n\nSeizing his breath and taking the extra precaution holding his tail up, he moved towards the voice, avoiding knocking anything to alarm the human. \n\nReaching for a door that still had a key in its knob, he could hear the voice more clearly.\n\n\"Boy, oh boy! What luck! The lord oh mighty must be looking over me to bring me such a feast!\" a man's voice charmed, giving Leatherhead a sickening feeling in the pit of his gut.\n\nWhat was worse, the wind blew him a strong scent of blood and a scent that only could belong to Donatello! \n\nIn a panic, he popped his head out and then looked to this right. \n\nTo his horror, there was a man hovering over the still body of Donatello which was faced up and bleeding from his head. The greedy man rubbed his hands together, not hiding his hunger and joy over having the turtle there. \n\n\"How do I cook you up? There is so much of you that you'll last me for weeks if I do this right,\" the man barked in joyful glee as Leatherhead's horror was consumed by a burning rage. \n\nWas this human really debating in cooking Donatello and had he really resorted to murder to do so!\n\nCharging forward and growling like a wild animal with eyes slit, targeting its prey, Leatherhead lost himself to the beastly side he had been trying so hard to control ever since Bishop captured and experimented on him years ago. \n\nThe sight of Donatello's body and this human daring to think he could eat his friend was more than his mind could sanely handle.\n\nThe human became startled by the sudden noise and darted a look in time to see the demonic beast charging at him, grabbing him by the neck to fling him away from the large turtle. \n\nSlamming into the wall, the human’s eyes widened in pure fear, bewildered to witness the monstrous alligator curl his tail around the turtle's body manner to protect it. \n\n\"What demon are you?\" the man wailed, scrambling to his feet and looking for something to protect himself or to make a run for his life.\n\n\"YOU KILLED HIM,\" Leatherhead roared in rage over his pure disgust.\n\n\"I...it...\" the man trembled, pissing his pants in his fear. \n\nRevolted, Leatherhead ignored the fresh urine and moved forward, picking the man up into the air by the scruff of his neck.\n\n\"I should kill you!\" Leatherhead hissed, seeing the man was pleading for his life.\n\n\"I didn't mean to... I... I...\" the human spun a lie that Leatherhead could smell off of him, worse than anything he'd come across in the sewers.\n\n\"Like hell, you didn’t want to hurt him! You barbarin! You wanted to cook and eat him! I heard you! You filthy human!\" He tightened his grip, hearing the human gasp for air.\n\n\"I...I...\" the man choked out and started to leak with tears, pissing himself once again which made Leatherhead’s nose twitch. He became repulsed and couldn't stand the stench invading his nostrils any more.\n\nFeeling pity for this display, Leatherhead let go of the pathetic human, who in turn scrambled to his feet to flee for his life, only to forget part of the roofing that was collapsed and the metal rod sticking out. \n\nA wailing cry echoed in the air suddenly. Leatherhead snapped out of his rage just to witness the bar sticking out of the man’s chest and how he gurgled blood while he cried out his agony. \n\nLeatherhead blinked at the display for a moment as the swirling feeling took root.\n\nPart of him actually considered helping the man, then when he saw the bar through his chest, realized he would be dead soon either way. Deciding to ignore the pleas for help, he only gave the human the cold shoulder.\n\nTurning his back to the human who still begged for help, Leatherhead knelt down feeling the guilt wash over him as he placed a gentle hand on Donatello’s face.\n\nTo his surprise, he could feel a warm breath escaping the turtle’s lips and a spark of hope rose within his very being. Donatello was still breathing! \n\nLeatherhead pushed his joy to the side, examining Donatello to great detail. What injuries did he sustain and was it safe to move him?\n\nAs far he could tell, Donatello was hit twice in the head but other than him being unconscious, it didn’t look life threatening. \n\nDonatello had nasty bumps on both sides and the skin was split open a little, but it not as bad as it could have been. \n\nLuckily, his skull seemed not to be damaged, though his skin was a bit bruised. \n\nHe had seen worse injuries in the past and if it wasn’t for the blood, he saw and the shock of this situation, he wouldn’t have jumped to the conclusion Donatello was dead.\n\nOther than that, he came to the verdict that he just got there in time since there was no evidence the man had done anything else to his friend. \n\nHe let out a breath of relief before actually taking a glance around. For the first time, he became aware that the room had the supplies they needed and a medical kit. \n\nOpening the kit, he discovered it wasn't anything fancy, but it had some gauze and a few other things that would help. \n\nTaking the gauze out, he tended to Donatello's head first before his own leg. By the time he was done, he finally heard the human become still, drawing his last breath.\n\n\"You will not be needing this stuff anymore,\" Leatherhead said coldly gathering the items, not believing this guy was worried about food when he had plenty of can food; was he really that bored of beans? \n\nBrushing the thoughts to the side, he got to work taking all the items and cleaning up his tracks; all he needed was someone finding this guy and have evidence he was there. \n\nHe wanted to make it look like this man got scared of something, wet himself and then foolishly ran into the pole. Thankfully, half of that was true.\n\nWrapping everything in the blanket, Leatherhead threw it over his shoulder, allowing him to gently pick up the injured turtle and cradle him in his arms.\n\n\"Don’t worry Donnie, you will be all right. I promise I will not let another person lay a hand on you again.\"\n\n
\n\nTBC \n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"His chest became heavy from the burden of his wound and the surrounding environment, however, he kept his pace up, knowing he couldn’t afford to slow down. On top of that, Leatherhead refused to voice his complaints, nor did he allow his best friend to catch wind of his discomfort. 

The snow, thick sheets before their eyes, made visibility poor and at times they could barely make out their own hand in front of their faces in this weather.

Even so, that didn’t distract them and they pressed on, to where… neither had a clue. 

It wasn't hard to get lost when all you can see was white and more white. Oh wait, there was one green thing... 

However, Donnie had mistaken it to be some vegetation, when in truth it was his own hand. 

In fear of separation, both stuck close together and Donnie could feel Leatherhead trying his hardest not to bump into him. Now and then, Donnie felt the sensation of something putting pressure on his shell and he too, as stubborn as the alligator, refused to voice any discomfort it brought upon him. 

How was his friend fairing? 

The growing fear that Leatherhead was going to collapse any time took root in the turtle. 

He needed to get them both to shelter before either froze to death or worse.

Donnie minded his footing, wishing that he could see at least a bit more; he couldn’t even make out a tree until almost smacking into it.

Then suddenly Donnie’s foot, which he swore he had planted firmly on the ground before his next step, slipped underneath him and he crashed hard to the ground shell first. 

Before he knew what was happening, to his horror, his body started sliding rapidly down what must have been a slope. 

In a panic, a screech escaped him and soon after he heard Leatherhead not too far behind. 

The snow plowed into him, exploding into the air around him as he felt the speed of his descent increasing. 

Still unable to see what’s to come, Donnie prayed there were no obstacles such as low bushes or mighty trees in the way that could kill him with the alarming speed he was travelling at.

Just as suddenly as the hellish, cold ride began, it ended quickly when his body jerked as he reached the bottom.

He slammed into a pile of snow that wasn’t as soft as he would have imagined it would be. Even so, it did stop him as he became relieved by his turtle luck. Still, that was only the icing on the cake.

Once he had his breath back, intending to see what became of Leatherhead since all he could hear was silence, Donnie found himself slammed into by a larger figure, who quickly pinned him to the ground. 

Unable to either breathe or move, he gasped for air, letting out a wheezy faint cry for help, or was he trying to ask Leatherhead to get off of him? 

The reply was delayed for a few minutes as the alligator collected his bearings, feeling not just his wound taking so much out of him but also the cold. Finally, he rolled over allowing Donnie to breathe once more.

Donnie strained out a groan, swearing he now knew what a pancake felt like. 

"We need to get out of this storm," Donnie's teeth chattered, pointing out the obvious; neither so far had come up with a solution for the matter.

"Donatello," Leatherhead started, only to be interrupted by the turtle.

"The temperature is dropping and I don't know how long we are going to last out--"

"Donatello!" Leatherhead attempted again.

"With your leg as it is, we need you off it and bandage right and--"

"DONNIE!" Leatherhead resorted to his nickname, catching the turtle’s attention quickly.

Donnie, still not accustomed to being addressed as such from Leatherhead, felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter.

Leatherhead's arm pointed ahead. Donnie's gaze followed the arm to see what his friend was trying so desperately to get him to look at.

"Well... that works!" Donnie blinked at their luck, seeing the building before them that appeared to be vacant from the outside. 

Now was it, which was another question, but right now they needed to get out of the wind and figure out the rest after they were safe.

Moving towards the building to get a better view, Donnie realised it was some kind of warehouse. 

Finding a broken window, Donnie carefully opened it taking a peek inside the dark room before him. 

Though his eyes had a few issues adjusting to the dim light at first, he could soon see a lot of boxes inside, some of which were burnt. To his surprise, even the walls were damaged, showing how a fire tried to consume the building years ago. In the far corner was a door which might be very well locked from the inside, as far as he could tell. 

Leaning back and holding the window frame, Donnie looked over Leatherhead knowing that asking his friend to enter by the window would be stupid and dangerous, "The place seems to be abandoned by the looks of things. There is a door to the left on the other side of the building. I can enter here and go unlock it for you."

Nodding, Leatherhead walked off towards the door as Donnie slipped inside, avoiding the broken glass. Heading towards the door, he stopped at one of the crates, examining it. It was burnt and the burned trail led to one of the shattered, warped windows on the other side. The fire must have come from outside first, then entered the building. Yet surprisingly, the building wasn't destroyed. He realized the blaze must have been put out before the flames could engulf the place. 

Hearing knocking, Donnie snapped out of his detective mode, rushing towards the door to let his friend in. 

Leatherhead waddled past him, entering the building and Donnie managed to get a glimpse of what was beyond the threshold since the wind decided to let him have a peek.

He could see other buildings that appeared to be half burned and he thought some that were fully, unfortunately, the wind picked up, blowing a white wall across yet again. 

The alligator headed towards the centre of the room, away from the windows and blowing breeze that whisked in. Donnie shut the door to join him; he could have stood there all day figuring out what else was out there, but right now, he had other matters to take care of. For one, Leatherhead was pale and getting worse and he had to figure out a way to help him.

"I'll start a fire," Donnie offered, going towards the crates and breaking the wooden planks for firewood. He noticed the boxes were full of computer parts that weren't of any use to them. The packing strips were paper, however, and would be a great starter. Still, he needed something to make a spark. 

Looking around and contemplating, he couldn’t see anything useful as he put his hand under his chin to aid his thinking process.

“Donatello?” Leatherhead questioned weakly, making the turtle tilt his head at him worriedly.

Placing a smile on his lips, Donnie hid the problem he was having, “Leatherhead, are you okay?”

The alligator nodding, his eyes darted around before he shivered. 

The darkness was growing and only brought a dreadful despair with it. 

Donnie resorted to reaching into a pouch on his belt, happy he did at least have the small flashlight in there. Even so, he seriously had doubts on what good it was, other than for shedding some light; it wasn’t going to magically make a fire or reveal some secret solution he couldn’t see with his own two eyes.

Taking it out anyway and holding his sigh in, he realised something else slipped out of the pouch and dropped to the ground. Donnie bent over, seeing the tin foil covered stick of gum that Mikey snuck into his pouch. As his fingers touched the foil it sparked an idea, his mind recalling viewing a video a while back. 

The YouTube video had intrigued him; it was on someone demonstrating on how to start a fire with only the foil of a stick of gum and a battery!

With much excitement, Donnie got to work taking some of the paper that he needed from one of the crates to start the fire, along with dry wood for kindling. 

Now sitting on the ground, Leatherhead watched the turtle in amazement, a bit confused over how a stick of gum could bring this new hope in Donatello. That was until Donatello carefully started to rip a small strip of the tin foil, making each end large and narrowing it towards the centre, which in the end became thinner than the rest of the strip. As soon as he had it right to perfection, he placed one of the edges on the plus side of the battery, then made sure the middle part of the foil was close to the paper from the boxes. 

With the gum foil touching the paper, and he was sure it would work, he only had one chance at this, he then placed the other end to the minus, making a complete connection. Instantaneously the centre caught on fire and then the paper. Not wasting their only chance for a fire, Donnie focused on the flame which was growing, giving it enough air and fuel. 

"And we have fire!" Donnie cheered after he had a healthy flame with the kindling burning nicely enough to accept larger pieces without smothering it to death. 

Smiling at him, the alligator nodded in agreement, pleased his friend was able to figure something out and thankful he had the gum and flashlight at that.

"That is good news; I was starting to get cold," Leatherhead said with a spark of hope. He then shuffled forward towards the warmth of the flames, which Donnie made bigger before finding some loose slabs of concrete to contain the fire in one spot.

"We have enough wood to last the night if we must," Donnie said with a positive tone. Then he became wary of the thought of being there overnight.

"That is a good thing--Donatello?" Leatherhead blurred out, then tilted his head. He watched Donatello pull his leg towards the light before he could protest and then the turtle unwrapped the bandage. 

As Donnie predicted during the chaos, it was only one shot, yet that still was dangerous. 

Leatherhead needed it cleaned and wrapped up properly. Sadly though, that wasn’t the only thing they needed; they also were in need of food and water.

"I'm checking on how bad it is. It’s not bad… I should start getting more wood ready for the fire." Donnie rewrapped it up again avoiding his worry over Leatherhead’s leg. At least he could say it wasn’t infected but that could change anytime.

Standing straight up, he stretched before wandering away from the fire, leaving Leatherhead to rest. He was on the hunt, checking each crate before breaking them up for the wood and in hopes he would find something useful. 

Unless Ethernet cords could be of some help, there wasn’t anything around.

"We will be fine,” Leatherhead assured him, then raised his brow at what the turtle was now doing, “Donatello, what are you doing?"

"We need supplies if we wish to survive the night.” Donnie started, avoiding those yellow eyes that were signalling he was being irrational again. 

Taking a breath, Donnie held his ground and used his knowledge for his defence, “What I was able to see when I let you in, made me believe this very well might be the abandoned town I read about, the one that was destroyed by a forest fire years ago. That town was a fair distance from the cabin. This was one of the main reasons I had chosen this place, for I knew for a fact, there would be fewer humans around. Even so, that means we are farther away from the cabin than I realized. How long had we been walking?" Donnie asked the question, more for himself. With the handful of Ethernet cords, he tied them together to make a stable lifeline.

"I even lost time on how long it has been..." Leatherhead admitted and then flashed Donatello a disapproving look on what he was getting at, "I don't think that is a wise idea to venture out there. Who knows what awaits you and if you get lost..."

"I will not get lost, besides, I memorized the layout of this town from my computer back home when I was thinking this would be a great location for you and I to explore for fun. I wasn't planning to come here until three days henceforth.  Besides, I will have this line tied around me to find my way back, don't fret," Donnie explained, confident with his photographic memory.

Still not convinced, Leatherhead shook his head as he warmed his hands by the fire, "Even so, and I am in no way doubting your abilities, but it doesn’t mean that is a good idea."

"Leatherhead we can't just survive with that fire alone. Neither of us is wearing clothes, and yes, we have four walls and a roof, but look at this place, there are too many areas that have a draft entering. We need something, anything to keep warm and I doubt Mikey's pancakes will sustain us for long with the other issues we are going to face." Donnie argued gently and then pointed to Leatherhead's leg, "We need something to clean and wrap that leg before it gets infected, so I'm going."

Tying all the cords he could find together, it gave him a good length to work with. Rolling them up to loop over his shoulder, Donnie tied one end to a pole near the door and the other end around his waist.

"Is there anything I could say that would make you change your mind?" Leatherhead pleaded, feeling helpless.

"Nope, keep the fire going, I will be back," Donnie headed out, having his face plastered by snow as he forced the door shut behind him. 

Once outside and with the comforting knowledge that Leatherhead was safe from the elements, Donnie looked onwards. Part of him regretted this decision, but circumstances insisted him to play this move.

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Treading through the thick, deep snow, Donnie kept one arm up to shield his face, allowing him to see what he could make out. 

Now, if he was right and the satellite images last taken from the area were correct, he should be downtown near the deserted stores which were believed to be such a lost cause as to not be worth coming back to. 

Luckily, he reached the area that he was aiming for, finding the buildings looming over him and shielding him from the howling wind. Though his vision was still not the clearest, he could make out the rough shapes and see the destruction the fire had left behind. 

Some were completely destroyed, while others were still standing untouched. Even so, he crossed his fingers; hoping one of the remaining buildings would be profitable somehow. 

Examining each one he passed, Donnie finally stopped his search, coming upon a building that seemed to be in a decent shape.  It appeared to be untouched by the elements as far he could tell and the old sign showed evidence it was once a convenience store or something on that line.

Confident this would be the one to check out; he walked up to the entrance and ghosted his finger on the door before he entered.

To his luck, he found himself in a clothing store. 

Not much was there. Even so, that didn’t discourage him; he might find something of use since people did leave the town in a hurry, leaving everything behind when the forest surrounding it went up in flames. They never bothered coming back.

Untying the cord around himself, Donnie tied it to something inside the store, allowing him to look around without restrictions. 

Once free, he turned on his flashlight, peering within the darkness. Behind him, the wind blew with no mercy, allowing nothing but a blanket of white to be seen. 

Even with those hunters still on their trail, he didn’t worry about having the light on; like anyone would notice he was here when he couldn’t even see what was on the other side of the street.

Taking a peek around through the aisles and shelves, he examined every nook and cranny. Unfortunately, all he found was stuff that was either spoiled by mould or burned. 

Frustrated, Donnie muttered under his breath, yet didn't give up.

Going towards the front counter, Donnie searched through the drawer not finding anything beneficial, other than the keys for the back. 

"Well, let’s see where this will lead me." Donnie snatched up the keys and headed for the back of the store which did indeed have a door leading to the unknown. 

The door was solid with scorch marks that trailed up the ceiling and towards the inner store. Now he understood how the fire got in and was surprised the door and walls around it still stood. 

He reached for the door handle testing it first, feeling the dead cold steel; he found it was locked Trying his luck with the keys next; he breathed a sigh when the key slipped in with ease and turned without a struggle.

Not daring to be in the line of fire if there was something horrible to come from the other side, Donnie stepped to the side as the rush of wind whipped past him. 

Letting out a groan, he could think of only one reason that happened as he peeked around the door to see the back burnt to the ground. 

"Well, that was useless,” Donnie walked through, seeing the burnt wood overhead and the white snow wall that could be seen through the huge hole where the wall used to be standing. 

"Shell... This was a waste of time… Huh?  Wait, what is this?" Donnie looked over seeing some of the wall to his right that was collapsed, allowing him to take a peek over towards one of the other shop’s back rooms that were ready for visitors. 

"Maybe I would have better luck in there?" As Donnie walked up, he couldn't contain the smile upon his face as he rushed in, then paused to think this through. 

There in the room waiting for the taking was a very large king sized blanket, supplies and even a med kit. 

It was one of those moments where you know, deep down, it's way too good to be true.

It was ideal for what he needed and oddly missed placed for a ghost town.

The more he stared at the goodies, the more the clawing feeling of fear rose inside him. He became wary and wondered if he was incorrect about this place being uninhabited by humans.

Was someone staying here? 

The next question was, were they still around, if not did they get lost in the storm? 

Whoever was here could very well have rushed out to a safer location, to a nearby populated town, when seeing the weather taking a turn, leaving this all behind. Then again, what were the chances?

Before he could figure it out, pain struck! The room began to spin and everything started to go black. 

His instincts kicked in. He touched his hand to the back of his head and his heart leaped into his throat when he felt something sticky and wet. 

He immediately flashed his hand towards his face in hopes of seeing what he felt was just melted snow. However, to his dismay, his hand was thickly painted with crimson.

Turning his head to make sense of what was going on; Donnie only saw something blurry flash before him and then nothing more...

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The silence only made him restless as he stared at the flickering flames. 

He wondered how long it had been since Donatello left through those doors. 

It was nerve wracking not knowing what was going down, or whether or not the turtle was in any danger. 

Slowly rising to his feet, hissing at the pain in his leg, Leatherhead sluggishly moved towards the door, coming to the conclusion that he could resolve his nerves and see if Donatello was okay, by just doing one simple gesture. 

Leatherhead took the rope with a steady grip and opened the door. 

He first gave it a tug, not too hard, but not so light that Donatello might mistake it for the wind.

After that, he waited for the turtle to signal back to show he was still okay. As he did, something inside started to swell with alarm.

Still no response. He bit his lip; maybe he needed to try harder? 

He made another, more forceful, tug and waited.

While he stood there staring at the rope, every awful and dreadful scenario flashed through his head.

"What if he is in trouble? Or what if the line is snagged?" Letting out a sigh, unable to shake the negative thoughts that only chewed at his soul, Leatherhead collected his strength and taking a firm hold on the line, followed it. 

He couldn't risk just sitting there with the mere thought of Donatello in danger. Could he dare chance putting his friend’s life on the line just on the good faith that all was well? 

Donatello wouldn’t if he was the one facing this dilemma. Leatherhead knew that, so why should he?

His anxiety rose to new heights as he took a few steps out of his warm shelter. Surely by now, Donatello would have noticed the line being tugged and would have pulled it back to see what was going on. Better yet, become worried that the line was snagged and started heading back. 

That wasn’t the case, however, and no matter how much he wanted to mistake the blowing wind as a sign there was life at the end of this line, he still couldn’t feel any response.

Each step further brought despair that claimed him and he wanted to rush forward if only the snow wasn’t hindering him to a slow pace. 

The wind howled, booming into his eardrums. He did not give up even with a rising headache, amongst the other pains he felt. Ignoring it and the cold, Leatherhead took one step at a time, trying desperately not to lose his hold on the lifeline. 

After what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes, he found himself in front of a building. Then to his dismay, he noticed the end of the line was tied around a bar within the store. 

Why was Donatello here and how could he be so irresponsible to leave the line like this? 

About to call out to him, Leatherhead refrained from that action, becoming fearful when he swore he heard a muffled voice coming from the back that wasn't Donatello's. 

Seizing his breath and taking the extra precaution holding his tail up, he moved towards the voice, avoiding knocking anything to alarm the human. 

Reaching for a door that still had a key in its knob, he could hear the voice more clearly.

"Boy, oh boy! What luck! The lord oh mighty must be looking over me to bring me such a feast!" a man's voice charmed, giving Leatherhead a sickening feeling in the pit of his gut.

What was worse, the wind blew him a strong scent of blood and a scent that only could belong to Donatello! 

In a panic, he popped his head out and then looked to this right. 

To his horror, there was a man hovering over the still body of Donatello which was faced up and bleeding from his head. The greedy man rubbed his hands together, not hiding his hunger and joy over having the turtle there. 

"How do I cook you up? There is so much of you that you'll last me for weeks if I do this right," the man barked in joyful glee as Leatherhead's horror was consumed by a burning rage. 

Was this human really debating in cooking Donatello and had he really resorted to murder to do so!

Charging forward and growling like a wild animal with eyes slit, targeting its prey, Leatherhead lost himself to the beastly side he had been trying so hard to control ever since Bishop captured and experimented on him years ago. 

The sight of Donatello's body and this human daring to think he could eat his friend was more than his mind could sanely handle.

The human became startled by the sudden noise and darted a look in time to see the demonic beast charging at him, grabbing him by the neck to fling him away from the large turtle. 

Slamming into the wall, the human’s eyes widened in pure fear, bewildered to witness the monstrous alligator curl his tail around the turtle's body manner to protect it. 

"What demon are you?" the man wailed, scrambling to his feet and looking for something to protect himself or to make a run for his life.

"YOU KILLED HIM," Leatherhead roared in rage over his pure disgust.

"I...it..." the man trembled, pissing his pants in his fear. 

Revolted, Leatherhead ignored the fresh urine and moved forward, picking the man up into the air by the scruff of his neck.

"I should kill you!" Leatherhead hissed, seeing the man was pleading for his life.

"I didn't mean to... I... I..." the human spun a lie that Leatherhead could smell off of him, worse than anything he'd come across in the sewers.

"Like hell, you didn’t want to hurt him! You barbarin! You wanted to cook and eat him! I heard you! You filthy human!" He tightened his grip, hearing the human gasp for air.

"I...I..." the man choked out and started to leak with tears, pissing himself once again which made Leatherhead’s nose twitch. He became repulsed and couldn't stand the stench invading his nostrils any more.

Feeling pity for this display, Leatherhead let go of the pathetic human, who in turn scrambled to his feet to flee for his life, only to forget part of the roofing that was collapsed and the metal rod sticking out. 

A wailing cry echoed in the air suddenly. Leatherhead snapped out of his rage just to witness the bar sticking out of the man’s chest and how he gurgled blood while he cried out his agony. 

Leatherhead blinked at the display for a moment as the swirling feeling took root.

Part of him actually considered helping the man, then when he saw the bar through his chest, realized he would be dead soon either way. Deciding to ignore the pleas for help, he only gave the human the cold shoulder.

Turning his back to the human who still begged for help, Leatherhead knelt down feeling the guilt wash over him as he placed a gentle hand on Donatello’s face.

To his surprise, he could feel a warm breath escaping the turtle’s lips and a spark of hope rose within his very being. Donatello was still breathing! 

Leatherhead pushed his joy to the side, examining Donatello to great detail. What injuries did he sustain and was it safe to move him?

As far he could tell, Donatello was hit twice in the head but other than him being unconscious, it didn’t look life threatening. 

Donatello had nasty bumps on both sides and the skin was split open a little, but it not as bad as it could have been. 

Luckily, his skull seemed not to be damaged, though his skin was a bit bruised. 

He had seen worse injuries in the past and if it wasn’t for the blood, he saw and the shock of this situation, he wouldn’t have jumped to the conclusion Donatello was dead.

Other than that, he came to the verdict that he just got there in time since there was no evidence the man had done anything else to his friend. 

He let out a breath of relief before actually taking a glance around. For the first time, he became aware that the room had the supplies they needed and a medical kit. 

Opening the kit, he discovered it wasn't anything fancy, but it had some gauze and a few other things that would help. 

Taking the gauze out, he tended to Donatello's head first before his own leg. By the time he was done, he finally heard the human become still, drawing his last breath.

"You will not be needing this stuff anymore," Leatherhead said coldly gathering the items, not believing this guy was worried about food when he had plenty of can food; was he really that bored of beans? 

Brushing the thoughts to the side, he got to work taking all the items and cleaning up his tracks; all he needed was someone finding this guy and have evidence he was there. 

He wanted to make it look like this man got scared of something, wet himself and then foolishly ran into the pole. Thankfully, half of that was true.

Wrapping everything in the blanket, Leatherhead threw it over his shoulder, allowing him to gently pick up the injured turtle and cradle him in his arms.

"Don’t worry Donnie, you will be all right. I promise I will not let another person lay a hand on you again."

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TBC

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