It was so scary to walk along the train tracks, pitch black and the only lights were on the tracks but that barely did anything.
Nicky clung to his dad's arm, thinking something was going to jump out at them and that scared him: The unknown.
Mr Peterson took the lead with Mr Murtaugh and Valeria.
"Does someone smell. . . Smoke."
"Wait."
Mr Peterson saw light, orange light. . . Mr Murtaugh frowned,"Fire?", as they got closer, Valeria covered her mouth,"We found the trian.", the train had derailed and set on fire, Mr Peterson looked up at the signs,"Playcare. . . Okay.", Mr Peterson picked up the kids, helping them up to the platform and giving them a chance to look around.

"This is Playcare?"
Nicky nods,"From what I can remember, it's the underground Orphanage; I remember I met some of the workers and Uncle's coworkers, like Stella and Rich, I remember them clearly.", Nicky smiled,"They were nice.", Molly pulled Blake up, looking around,"It's so sad to see the place like this. . . But how did the train set a blaze?", Peterson frowned,"And it looks recent. . . Maybe that person knows why.", entering the Playcare Lobby, they realised it was a lift down.
"Uuh. . ."
Miguel pointed to two levers,"Okay, I see two levers; I don't know how much weight this can take so, break it into small groups with one adult.", so Blake and Miguel offered to pull the levers for them.

~

The ride felt anonymous, strange red lights, left long but a video was playing with Elliot Ludwig's voice.
He spoke about the children, how much their smiles mean to him and how he opened Playcare with teachers, playhouse, councillors and; It really does sound like Elliot was a really good man.
"Man, he went far for these kids."
And they all watched stunned as Playcare came into view.

Sure it was in ruins, but it didn't make it any less impressive.
"How deep is this place?!"
"I don't. . . Know anymore."
They got off, Mr Murtaugh immediately noticed that this place was just as wrecked if not worse; A statue in the centre was knocked off, toys scattered, fallen fake clouds and the whole place felt. . . Wrong.
"This doesn't feel right. . ."

Once everyone was down, Valeria assessed the situation.
"Locked in. . . Our best chance is we keep the kids here, keep them distracted and look for an exit."
Blake looked around,"Kids were kept underground. . . Isn't that sketchy to anyone?", Miguel nods,"Yeah, I mean: Everyone knew they had an Orphanage, but I had assumed it was another building or. . .", Molly shuddered, glancing at the kids as they sat on the fake grass, asking Nicky what he remembers about his time here.
"Well. . . A factory this big, there has to be many exits."
Mr Peterson nods,"Exactly. . . But that employee's worning that something is in here, that could hurt the kids. . .", Miguel nods, Mr Murtaugh looking around,"Mr Roth; I hate to ask, but do you know anything about what happened here?", Jay shook his head,"No, not really. . . All the Jews said was the Factory was silent one day, all employees vanished and I did, file a report for Jimmy but nothing came of it.", Miguel sighed,"They had so many workers. . . I find it hard to believe they all just vanished.", Jay nods, something bigger happened and the destruction of Playcare was a huge testament to that.
"So. . . Idea?"
Mr Peterson nods,"Okay; Plan in mind, I say we break into groups: One group goes to look for an exit, the other stays with the kids and secure the area, making sure this place is safe.", Blake nods,"And weapons?", Mr Peterson glanced around,"Yeah, we'll look for weapons.", so that was the plan; Split into groups.

=

"Dad?"
Jay knelt down,"Nicky; I'm going with Mr Peterson, Miguel and Mr Murtaugh to look for an exist, stay here with Molly, Blake, Valeria and your friends.", Nicky nods, obviously he was scared and hugged his dad.
They managed to find fire axes, bats and old tools.

Blake and Molly turned to Valeria,"We'll look around, see if there's anything that could lead us to answers.", Valeria nods, telling the kids to work on their worksheets and, Blake and Molly approached the school house.