Most, however, were not so lucky. Those that survived remained in the lab, being tested on and kept in small cells for years with only each other and the scientists for company. As they got older, however, more and more began trying to escape, and more and more succeeded and made it out to try and live as normal lives as possible, either in groups or alone. Jack was one of these escapees, managing to get out with a small group of other experiments and live on the run until they happened across a doctor who took them in as his own. Not too long later he also met his brother, one of the leading pair of the largest group in the area, and since then the two groups had been working together closely, taking in other escapees and doing the occasional raid on the labs that they knew about.<br/><br/>Today, though, Jack was out flying, enjoying the sights and sounds of the forest below and the freedom of flying. It was nice to be alone for a while, away from the constant noise of his home, although he knew he should be heading back soon; otherwise the others would be worried. Circling around in the sky, his eyes suddenly locked onto movement in the air not too far from him. It was far too big to be any sort of bird, yet too small and quiet and low to be a plane. That could mean only one thing... He adjusted course, flying fast towards whoever it was, curious.