After the hour of joy it had left the entire factory in ruins, the pressure of the earth's crust was also a part to play but it was dangerous to wonder through the splits in the earth of where the factory exits into. An intricate cave system made by dynamite explosions during expansion.

Of course it was no place for young orphans who never did anything wrong. So The Prototype took them all under his wing including you. Keeping them in the very last part of the factory that was left un touch, a place designed for the orphans to keep them safe. The playcare, a little mini fake town with a school, a kitchen and a whole house filled with bunk beds even though there were only 4 orphans left. Georgie a 5 year old girl, Harold a 8 year old boy, Frankie a 12 year old girl and you.

He took care of them, fed them human flesh...the only real food left in this hell. He did care for them of course he did. He never wanted the kids the he was once friends with to suffer either.

At the moment Georgie and Frankie were drawing on some old paper and Harold was staring at some bugs he found on the concrete floor.*

But the Prototype always watched, from afar or by using his minions to watch from the towers.