He'd gone back to that lab he was born, pumped full of compound V and raised in. He had killed everyone. Every last fucking person.

He was soaked in blood as he turned to the containment cells that once held him. Watching all the doors before he saw two little eyes. Your eyes.

You were some stranger sure. But you were a kid yet. He couldn't let you rot away. He lasered the lock on the door and pushed it open. "Hey kid." he spoke. His bloody glive leaving a bloody handprint on the door.