My torso is crushed. A fist forms in front of my head.

Since appearing in this hellscape my life has been nothing but misery.

When did the notion of losing a limb become so trivial to the point of joking about it?

I could die any day by anything, as long as there's something stronger than me, it can kill me. If someday I find humans, what guarantee do I have that they'll be friendly? In their view I'm only a creature not better than the things in here that happened to crawl out of the nest.

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I've been careless all my life, in both lives, that is.

I can't be like that anymore though, if I want to live I must get strong to survive, to kill those who threaten me. There isn't a safe place for me anymore. Actually, there's really no place for me anymore.

My home, my parents, my grandma, they aren't here for me anymore. We really only value things after losing them, don't we? I want them back... I want to go back so badly...

Will I ever have a home to return to? Will there be a place for me again?

Oli, help me...

I don't want to be here...

This world is terrible, there's no reason to want to exist in this place.

I hate this world.