For a moment he wasn't exactly sure what he was looking at. He could feel Morgan behind him, but even the feel of his metallic body was not enough to soothe Cole in anyway. The sight in front of him was probably one that would haunt his dreams for quite some time.
Cole took a step backwards, but stumbled as he felt his foot move through liquid. He looked down and noticed that the aisle he was standing in front of had blood on its floor, going from one end of it to the other. Then high above in the rafters not the factory, black threads or vines stretched down from the ceiling and ended up with people of different races, stabbed through by the vines, and hung out to dry like common animals that had been hung upside down so that their blood can be drained.
