The facility from the outside looked like a medium size military base. On the surface, it had a square building one floor high, that led to the other underground levels. There were other smaller buildings nearby, and all of them together were surrounded by a fence that was intended to keep people out rather than keeping people in.

There was little that remained intact. The buildings had been cracked on some parts, smashed on others, and some sections even had been pulverized. The fence had been cut, or simply trampled. Even the roads had some craters in them with different shapes and sizes.

And the buildings weren't the only one that had taken a toll. There were corpses all over the place. Mostly human, and with different levels of damage. Some had merely died of shot wounds, others from lacerations, but the hardest to look at where those who had been torn apart leaving gigantic pools of blood, with guts and dismembered limbs floating about. Judging from the fact that the blood had not dried up, it was evident the attack had been recent, and Dr. Horowitz had gotten to the party just in time. Still, the place was dead silent like a cemetery; no one had survived.

Surrounding this complex there was nothing but plain terrain. It had a slight orange tint, and it looked deserted. A green sign at the side of the road right outside the facility read, "Texas City, 3 miles". Indeed, the city loomed not to far from the party's position. A closer inspection on the city revealed a vestige of civilization past its former glory. Like the facility, the buildings were damaged in more ways that one cared to notice, the roads were deserted and the one big city had become somewhat of a ghost town-- at least ignoring the dinosaur-like birds that circledthrough the city like hungry ravens.

At first it all seems foreign. The world in everyone's head was different from this. It was noisy, it had movement, people rushing, going to work, going to school, cars, colors, smoke, electricity, music... life. Yet it doesn't seem so foreign after all. Taking a long glance at the ruined city stirs something deep in your mind, something that feels sealed and hidden. It makes your head hurt, and it itches to come out. But somehow, it doesn't. Somehow it's unable to open the door in your mind and let you know. But you feel it. It's a weird feeling. The more you try to pry open the door, the more your head hurts. Those who try to hard even get a nosebleed. Whoever or whatever placed that door in your head, did a damn good job.

You do recall some of your childhood memories, however. They are blurry, and they are vague, but they somehow slip through the cracks and let you know that before this, before you got your powers, and this city was laid to waste, you were someone. You have a name, and not just a random number. You had a life. Perhaps in time you'll remember who you were, and who you have become.

The facility makes one final complain, before it collapses in itself (check OOC for details). It makes a loud noise, shaking the ground violently and sends a huge cloud of blinding dust on a radius past the fence. There's no going back to it now, even though for some reason after the wrath of the energy beam most threats seemed to have disappeared or diminished. That's not to say, the danger is over. The city doesn't look welcoming at all. You sense, though unsure why (aside from the flying creatures), that it's not safe. Yet, wearing those flimsy clothes, being barefoot, bound to go hungry and not having shelter to sleep when night comes, you see the need in at least securying some supplies. Whether in this city in front of you, or elsewhere, that's up to you.

With an unclear past, an uncertain present, and a future you know not what it holds, this moment is where your story will start. The quest for the new you, or the search for your old self.