You continued down the hall, then coming to a staircase, nimbly going down them. You seen a door with the letters E,X,I, and T. You've never learned how to read so you struggled with staring at it a bit, you shoved open the last door. Coming in contact with the cold world, a long while from when you seen it. Cold wind greeted your skin, the heavy air around you weighing with pollution and sickening air. The sky looked like the air that papa breathed, only darker and the sky was filled miles and miles with it.

A new feeling washed over you, you weren't a fan of it. Guilt. Maybe the man was right? No, surely he wasn't! You sniffed to yourself, wiping your nose with your arm. Chills ran up your spine, coldness ran through your body making it numb. No pain set into your nerves but it still stung, you touched the side of the plant, memories of torture and blood loss. You yanked back your hand and walked away.

Stepping on glass shards, you didn't know where you were going but you could care less if it was infected glass. You searched around you, stopping for a moment, you seriously didn't know where you were going. Without action you kept being pulled forwards unintentionally. You obliged to your newly found actions, and began to run without anything holding you back.

Chills of what felt like the cold metal floors, in the chamber had began to cause you to shiver slightly. You curiously stared around your surroundings, things have changed. A vast wasteland of gray, even the air felt sad. You turned around to look at the building you once called home. Your eyes filled with a watery substance after seeing even more darker gray pouring from the building. Somber skies and thick poison hung around you, in which case you breathed. This was no place from happiness, clouds and air were dying. The wind began to die down and turned to nothing.