As Jason strode out of the forest, breathing air for the first time in 6 months, he looked around, amazed at how the world had rapidly changed. As he looked at the facility where he had previously died, he rubbed his arms. Remebering how they had cut his off and replaced it with a metal one. Thankfully the boy had gotten his normal arm back since then. As he stared at the mechs patrolling and all the new tech. Jason pieced together what had happened since then. He had to get inside.