Where am I? Simple question, or should be anyway. Better question, what am I?
Human? No, I was sometime ago. Animal? No, they are born from parents. Monster? No, I don't think I'm that horrible looking. Alien? No, I was born on earth. Me? Why not. I don't have anything else left. But what is 'me'? I can't even pronounce my name anymore, not that I remember it. Heh, I'm thinking in sounds that I can't make anymore. Anymore? Sometime? Parents?
What am I eating? chewing? gnawing? biting? Forget it. Forget, that's what I'm doing right now. Oh, it's an arm. Arm!? Arm? Body part used to reach to grab things. It tastes weird, like shrimp. Shrimp? Seafood... what is the sea? Salty, like this arm. Oh it's wet, I'm wet from tears. Someone's crying and lots of blood. Blood? No, not 'blood', something else. Life force, that's it, not wet like blood, I see something else rise from that corpse in their hands. Corpse? Blood? Tears?
Ouch, something hurts.
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