[The jungle outside looks like it's sprung up around the building and trying to engulf it, like at some point after its initial construction the greenery began to fight back, though there's still a well-maintained path, which Rocket doesn't stay on. He claws his way through the thick foliage, following the path the animals left in their wake.]
A few months, give or take. They got caught one by one, 'til I was the only one left. [It twists in his gut- a guilt he's buried for years.] I never looked back.
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A few months, give or take. They got caught one by one, 'til I was the only one left. [It twists in his gut- a guilt he's buried for years.] I never looked back.