The factory itself was a somehow beautiful ruin of what once seemed to a industrial marvel and beauty. Besides the destroyed outside of the building the inside was surprisingly well intact, showing the ingenuity and industrial wonder that was made to withstand war and bombs and still stood strong, at least to some degree against the heavy forces of nature. 

The buttons and gave away in a lifeless but satisfying click. The Panels and screens showed no sign of life, nor any other sign at all. It seemed hopeless. The precious metals that were once hidden in machines were all either rotten by time or stolen by merchants. Many feelings came up: Anger, sadness, hopelessness. However, as Ivanna brushed against a final control panel, it gave out and fell from the wall. The sound of the metal panel falling onto the concrete floor created a deafening ringing sound that only got amplified by the hollow walls. Fortunately the ringing stopped quickly, and even more fortunately behind it something came up: a hidden hatch. The rusted lock gave way almost by looking it and fell through the floor into another ringing clank to the floor. Behind it a faint light glowed. It definitely was not sunlight but rather artificial light. It was weak and flickering, but it was there. A sign of Life.

Curiosity is a beast that can kill but also reward. After crawling through the small tunnel, Ivanna reached what either looked like a control room or something similar. It was a big room with big, oval shaped table that had a rug made of dust on top of it. It was surrounded by chairs, many fallen over and broken while covered in spiderwebs of long dead arachnids. At the far wall was a wall made of screens and a few keyboards, suggesting it was a solid camera feed once of either the factory or something different was important. 

A single, flickering and almost burnt out lightbulb shined overhead, illuminating the room ever so slightly, enough to see everything. Even the few skeletons that littered the room, covered in rotten uniforms covered in holes made by moths. Some had bloodstains with them that are now rather black than red, some just rested against a wall, their cause of death uncertain. 

However, right as the lightbulb had a surge of life, creating a short, bright flash before popping, something else catches the eye.

Right by the hatch, directly next to it sat a woman on the floor. A knife pressed deep into her shoulder, blood flowing out and staining the fully black uniform in a unusually dark red. It seemed impossible for her to be there. Her skin was very pale, but not rotten. she did not move, even as Ivanna entered with all the noise that was happening. The faint smell of copper and iron, a distinctive smell of blood raised more questions. But one thing answered the most important question: Is she alive? and by all means: she was. on a closer look her chest softly rose and fell. The woman was softly breathing, showing her life still in action. A singular thought crossed the mind...

[b]She should be dead.[/b]

There was no trace of this room ever having any food or water. The other people being completely stripped of their organs, skin and else, being just a husk of broken cloth and bones. The laws of time and human biology would make it impossible for this woman to survive, especially if she was bleeding.