Inside, the machines stood silent and stil, their metal bodies covered in dust and cobwebs. The conveyor belts, once buzzing with activity, now hung limp and lifeless, like empty vines. The walls had scarred and burnt marks, a story of something that had gone wrong, a tragedy that had befallen the factory and its workers.
Nature was slowly reclaiming the space, with vines and shrubs growing up the walls and through the broken windows. The factory seemed to be slipping back into the earth, its history and everything within it.
"It has a rich heritage but it's basically perfect for anything.."
Tang Xue Mei nodded it was big enough to put anything in it.
"Great I'm really happy I found this place.."
"Well then we should be heading back. There nothing much we can do now.."
Tang Xue Mei nodded as they turned back to leave the building. Wearing only sandals Tang Xue Mei could feel the grass on her feet as she walked which made her uneasy.
