Ellen Park, the Lone Wanderer

The interior of the factory is mostly taken up by centuries-old machinery, and debris covers the floor. There is a barrel here and there, but nothing to indicate they hold anything of interest. BOVINE BLOOD BATH takes up a couple of windows, and R.I.P another. Whatever metal is visible has long since rusted. Along one side, the ceiling is caved in.

"Runnin' from the Legion, huh? Where'd they chase you from?"