Deep in the forest, a man sat by a campfire. He brushed his hair out of his face as he grabbed another chunk of deer meat and ate it. It was the only life he had ever known outside of that building. Ever since he, his father, and his siblings had to flee the laboratory and head into the wilderness for their own safety. After that, he had found himself on his own surviving on the local wildlife.

Hawking didn't mind the solitary life, however. He enjoyed the quiet and the sounds of nature. Humans could be so bothersome and noisy. At least, that's the impression he got from his father's description of them. They weren't all bad, though. That one human lady that helped them out of the laboratory was pretty nice. Hawking just hoped that she and his little brother had gotten out safely too.