Chapter 1- BORN in this Unknown World

Who am I?

The very first question that popped in my head was who I was and what I was.

The second question was What am I?

I don't have any memory to recollect myself or try to gain an idea of my situation, I don't know who I was or what I was, but I knew I was alive.

Being ALIVE?

Really just thinking about something provides me with more questions than answers, what does it mean to be alive?

I am thinking in a calm manner, is this being alive or breathing air is consider being alive.

Does that mean everything that can function properly is alive, or just being responsive is consider alive?

So, am I alive? If I am then what am I? I can't feel my limbs or anything for that manner, including Temperature, heat, pain, emotion. So, am I alive or was I just an inanimate object?

Am I even in existence, because I can't feel my surrounding or anything for that matter, but I was here, I don't know where 'here' is but I am 'here' so I should exist

Question

Question

I don't know how, but in just 10 minutes of me gaining Consciousness/sentient, I was having a philosophical identity crisis.

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I don't remember how long time passed, time for me doesn't flow in a singularity, I don't feel time as I don't have any concept of it, but I can feel a small limb that seems to be responding to my desire.

It was a weak response, but it was there. I could feel something responding to my call, and trying to do what I wanted it to do, to the best of its ability.

As time passed, I could feel the response continuously, before it was like a dim firefly in the dark but now I was like a candle in front of me. I was growing and responding to me greatly better than the previous time and it was growing stronger. Before I could only feel a little response before me I was tired and went to rest, but now it was growing stronger and as time passed I could feel them responding to me, and growing stronger as time continued to progress.

I could feel them and it made me happy, this feeling gave me a purpose, a goal, and hope to inform me that I wasn't a simple Consciousness, I was truly alive, it will take time but as time passes I will grow along with it.

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The time it's a wonderful thing to experience, as it slowly passes I felt the result, my control over my sense and the response was growing stronger.

Slowly I was able to move my limbs, trying to grasp where I was.

I knew I was somewhere sealed as I can always feel a layer of something in my back no matter how I moved and changed my position.

I grew or what it is called, and I felt it. The power of finally being able to move my body.

I moved it constantly trying to fight to get out of this place, but my instinct were warning me not to, screaming that it wasn't the time.

I tried to get out, but couldn't with the measly strength I currently had.

So I waited and waited to someday grow strong enough that I will tear open this cage, confining me in this place.

How dare it, hold me in a place I don't wish to stay, how dare it try to cage me.

Even with my instinct screaming, I tried every day to get out of this cage, and every day my body was growing stronger and stronger causing more and more resistance to increase in this body.

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Finally, one day, the cage decided to release me, I don't know what happened, as soon as I was released from the cage, I was overwhelmed with different senses I didn't know I possessed.

The time it took for me to come back, I looked around and I was in a dumpster, tossed like trash.

With whatever willpower and strength, I searched for food and somehow obtained a nearly untouched fish, which became my meal for the day, as I tried to move, born just several hours before, I tried to protect myself in this cruel world.

From hunger, from the environment, but maybe I wasn't a human or even a being, because I survived, just hours from my birth I survived myself in this cruel world, fending for myself, no other creature tried to help me.

Those that did help me, feed me for 1 day or 2 at most and left me, constantly to fend for myself.

Children's memory is disastrous, even with my memory I had trouble thinking about how I survived and how I hunted for food, but it seems due to luck or the world not wishing for me to die, somehow by some miracle I survived.

I gained enough food through, scavenging the dumpster, stealing from others, or straight up killing the innocent and cannibalizing them, if they and I are even of the same species.

If by my monologuing you didn't realize, I wasn't a human, I didn't even resemble the being I was eating which also wasn't human, he looked like a breed produced when a human fucked a fish and it was born a fish-man type thing.

I was a tiger, a tiger that stood on two feet, a tiger that can speak, a tiger with gills like a fish in his neck. I looked like a damn tiger but I knew I wasn't, because tigers are tigers, I wasn't anything like a tiger.

Still, these questions are the future for me to find out, my current job is to make sure I survive until tomorrow.