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Zach
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If I could tell you how long I had spent in this strange limbo, I would. Whenever I tried to think about time my brain got all muddled and confused and it was just easier to exist that think about it. I had made close friends with Eliza, Nala, and Ransom. They were fun to hang out with, we had shared a few fun moments, rumbling, running around, they would sometimes chatter about guys they liked, but nobody ever did anything about it.

That was the problem with this place, nothing extraordinary ever happened. It was the same week over and over again. You didn't really eat here because you didn't have to, you didn't have to do anything. Which means you could do anything. I hated it.       There was no responsibilities and low morals. Nobody cared.

It was like some weird form of torture.

"What are you doing out here?" Eliza asked, breaking my silent setting, as I started across the grey hilly plains.

"Think, trying to remember." I replied simply.

"Oh ." She replied, nonchalantly, it was a pretty basic conversation.

"Was it you who told me you couldn't remember anything?" I inquired.

"Probably. I still don't. I don't think I ever will." She tilted her head at me.

I frowned. "Doesn't that bother you?"

"Not really. It's not like I have no memories at all. I remember all of this and the time I spend with you guys." Eliza explained.

"Do you ever think about your family though?"

    Eliza looked vaguely uncomfortable, her wings fluffed out. "How can I miss something I don't remember?"

    "Can't you feel it though?" I begged, searching her eyes for any sign she understood what I was trying to say.

    She shook her head. A light breeze swept across the plains and ruffles our fur. It was nice.

    Even if Eliza couldn't, I could still remember Zara. It was scary how fuzzy she was getting, so I thought about her a lot. I was determined not to forget everything like everyone else had.

    "If it makes you feel any better, sometimes I have dreams." Eliza said suddenly, standing up and walking back toward the hole.

    Apparently, if I wanted to hear the rest of the story I would have to follow her and socialize, dangit. I kept up to my feet to catch up with her.

    "Dreams? Can you extrapolate?"

    She shivered. "They're more like nightmares actually. I think they might be memories. I've never told anyone else about them before."

    She hoped down into the hole and splashed to the ground, sending out orange glowing waves. I jumped down and mixed my green splashes with hers.

    "What are they like? If you don't mind me asking."

    She shrugged. "I don't know, I haven't had one since you arrived. All I can remember is heat, and water. And... a lot of blood actually. I think it's mine."

    She paused, as if she were thinking hard about it, or at least I was.

    "You don't think..." I started, trailing off.

    "What? I don't think what?" She persisted.

    "Do you think that might be how you died?" I offered.

    She pursed her lips. "Do you remember how you died?"

    I frowned. "No..."

    "Then I don't know. I hope I never have one of those nightmares again honestly."

    She turned to head back to the glowing pin prick of light that was the Rumblers tunnels. I didn't follow her at first. I thought about the tunnels she had showed me, the one in the dark. I wondered if there were more tunnels in this weird dark bit, ones that nobody had discovered yet. I mean it's not like anyone around did anything but party and rumble.

    Maybe I could do some exploring, something to keep me busy while I kept trying to remember.