038 didn't die. Somehow, with flames engulfing him, he felt no pain. He didn't understand it, was this the result of the testing he had been put through or was he being protected by some higher force? When his moment of confusion had passed he decided that, regardless of the reason, this was his chance to find 037 and escape. He put one foot against the wall and jumped, pushing his foot against the wall to propel himself upward. He attempted to get a hand and a foot against the wall to push himself up the rest of the way but he slipped and fell. He attempted the wall jump again, this time succeeding, he caught the edge of the pit and pulled himself up. He patted out the fire on his clothes and left the room, finally able to roam the halls freely. He cursed himself for not paying attention to the route they had taken to get to this room. He had no choice but to wander the facility in search for anything he recognized. All of the doors were labeled saying what was inside which proved quite useful. He came across a door that said 'gear' and went inside hoping to find a weapon to defend himself if Dr. Clavery found him. When he entered he was disappointed to find what was essentially a large supply closet, there was cleaning supplies, paint and a large wrack of jumpsuits like his. The jumpsuit he was wearing was now covered in holes from the fire so he took a new one and grabbed a can of red paint and painted '038' onto the chest. He took off his old, wrecked suit and put on the new one. Just when he was about to move on he noticed a tool belt in the corner, he grabbed it and put it on. In the tool belt was a wrench and a hammer, both of which he could use as weapons if he needed to. He left the room and continued to search for 037. He hadn't been looking for long before he came up to a clearly marked exit. He hesitated for only a moment before turning back to go find his friend. Now that he knew where an exit was he began to rush. He was so excited to get out that he even began sprinting down the corridors. Somehow one word written on a door caught his eye and he stopped. The door said 'files'. 038 wanted to hurry and find 037 but this door had peaked his intrest. He walked into a small room filled with filing cabinets with each drawer labeled with two three digit numbers. At the far end of the room there was a small desk. He walked over to it and found two peices of paper labeled 038 and 037. He read the one that said 038 first, it told him all about his past life. His name was Michael Orson, he was 17, orphaned and he had lead a gang of sorts that beat up and sometimes even killed people and took their money. He felt strange. He felt no connection to this Michael, he had no memory of ever hurting anybody but it said right there that he had. He tried to just forget about it and moved on to the next peice of paper. 037's name was Alfie Orson, he was 14, orphaned and was taken care of by his criminal brother Micheal. There was a lot for 038 to process, 037 was his brother, they were orphaned and he killed people in order to be able to take care of himself and his brother. But that still wasn't all, at the bottom of both papers the same word was written in big red letters, 'incinerated'. He tried telling himself that if he had survived then his brother could have too but he also knew that not just anyone could survive an incinerator. He didn't know what to think or how to feel, so he didn't, he decided he could process the information and react accordingly when he was away from the facility. He didn't waste time by stopping at any more rooms, he just returned to the exit. Before him was a pair of metal doors. He paused, for the first time thinking about the fact that he had no idea what life was like outside the building. The choice was obvious though, they had tried to kill him, they weren't just going to welcome him back now and he didn't particularly want to stay with killers either. He took a deep breath and opened the doors. Through the doors was a long staircase that lead to another door. By then his adrenaline rush had passed and the stairs were a painfull reminder that he was still badly injured. When he reached the top and went through the door he finally found himself outside. The door lead out into an alleyway with streets on either side. The noise of the city bombarded him from both directions, it was deafening after being in near silence for so long. He didn't want people to freak out when they saw his scars so he decided he wouldn't go out into the open. He got on top of a large dumpster and jumped to a raised ladder to the fire escape on the other side of the alley. His weight pulled it down, he climbed up and went up the stairs to the roof. He needed a place to rest where people wouldn't see him. He jumped from roof to roof looking for an ideal location until he spotted a dark alley that came to a dead end. He climbed back down to the ground and sat down on the ground, taking cover behind another dumpster so nobody could see him from the street. He was exhausted so within minutes he was asleep.