Alone, deserted.

He sat on the soft grass of the outside world, a mess of burning flames and screams left behind. The scientist's screams were like music to him. He watched as it all burned to the ground. The facility. With a flap of the crow-like wings, he took flight, settling himself onto a tree branch, hearing the soft mumble of the wind. It repeated his name, over and over again in a gentle tone. It made him feel at home. At ease.

"Salvation.. Salvation.. Salvation.."

"Jonah."

Salvation jolted awake after you slapped him across the face. He glared at you with contempt until a group of guards holding buckets in their hands bursted in through the doors in the hallway. Salvation perked up, excited at the thought of food. But since you were here, it was also a bit of a struggle if he wanted the food for himself.