I don’t remember who I am, or how I got here. All I do all day is walk around and think. I would talk to myself if it wasn’t for the fact that my throat is missing. I don’t know where it went, it was just never there. Don’t know how I knew it was there at one point, I just knew I was supposed to have one, just like I know I’m missing a few fingers on my left hand.

There are others like me, but they don’t seem to think like me, they only lumber around and groan, even though some of them still have throats, so maybe they just aren’t feeling well? I doubt it, as some of them have bit of metal and shrapnel sticking out of them. They don’t seem to mind it though, and just lumber without a care. I don’t like being with them because they’re kind of depressing, so I just stay by myself.

It’s been like this for years, with no end in sight. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be getting hungry and thirsty, but the feeling never came and it doesn’t seem to be affecting me in any way, so I just put it out of my mind.

Though I said I don’t remember who I am, I still have vague understandings about the world, like what things are and what they do, but I don’t really know where I know this stuff from, so I just don’t think too hard about it.

One day, a car comes driving through the neighborhood I was staying in for the next few months. It looked like a group of people, normal ones, not like the groaning people.

I was laying down on the road they were driving down, so I decided to move so I wouldn’t be run over. Not that it would matter anyways, I haven’t felt pain for as long as I can remember, but for some reason still know the feeling.

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As I get up, the woman driving seemed to have noticed me, and tried to swerve out of the way. Don’t know why she did though, the other people like her never seemed to care about hitting and killing us.

After she missed me while swerving, the car came to a halt a few feet in front of me and the door was swung open by a large man. The man proceeded to pull out what looked to be a blooded bat, and prepared to swing it at me.

The swing looked like it contained at least a level of experience and was aimed at my head. I’ve seen what happened to those groaners who got hit in the head, they usually died, so I wasn’t about to let this guy smash my head in. I raised my left arm and intercepted the swing while blocking my head. The force was enough to break my arm.

The man was shocked, but didn’t stop his attack, and instead took a quick step back to try and swing again. I didn’t allow this and lunged towards him, grabbing his bat and neck.

I would have told him to stop, but I still lacked a throat, so I just settled for shaking my head to attempt and convey my thoughts.

The shocked expression that had turned to a terrified one turned back to a shocked one.