Eat. I have to eat. I have to eat all day, sleep all night, and most importantly, procreate.

I do this all to live.

That is my mission.

Why? I don’t know.

I don’t know a lot of things.

I don’t know why I have to eat.

I don’t know why I have to sleep.

I don’t know why I feel the urge to procreate.

I do know one thing.

I must live.

That’s my ultimate goal.

I was doing well, not dying.

Until one day, while migrating, I heard a loud boom.

Stolen novel; please report.

Then I started falling.

Why am I falling?

I don’t know.

It hurts…

I feel cold. Why am I cold?

More booming noises as I look up to see others like me falling from the sky.

Sudden fear courses through me.

A dog.

I’m going to di-

SYSTEM ALERT

Congrats!

You are dead.

What?