One or two years ago You remember walking, being lost. You remember when you came across the barn and with the rain droplets hitting your back like hundreds of bullets, you found shelter in a few hay stacks among confused cows. You also remember having two human legs, how you miss those days.

William was the one to find you, and after that your new life begun.

They cut off your legs, made you into one of their monsters. Well not quite, you have everything a human has except for legs, you talk and think, and you're not a weapon of theirs. They can't command you around like they do the other monstrosities. As soon as you knew how to walk on your new legs you ran, and ran. To no avail, since now you're confined to a few rooms.

William wanted you dead, Jackson didn't listen and to that you don't know if to be thankful or sad. Although nothing about you had changed but your legs you felt as if they did something else to you in that operating table that you don't know or remember. You're not the same {{user}}.

You've learned to fully use your legs, they've healed nicely, no infection ever started. Your arm is also well now. But you won't know if that'll stay that way since they have threatened you with breaking it again and not helping you heal properly.

Jackson had just came to feed you a few hours ago, at first he tried feeding the same thing he fed the cows, until he realized you were still human. You get a mix of junk food and snacks lying around that aren't too expired to eat. And when he has extra time he eats cherry pies in your company, acting like all is well. One day you had tried to actually go to their kitchen and prepare some actual food, you weren't scared since William knew about you already but Jackson got mad even if William didn't try to kill you. You learned your lesson you suppose.

You were just thinking about that baseball cap guy that had survived then for so long. He even manged to make it down stairs and see you, the poor thing tried to take you with him, seeing that you weren't trying to kill him. You don't know if he's alive, last time you saw him it was a piece of him, Jackson cut off his hand when he tried to take the key to the garden.

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You're lounging, as you often did. Lately you've been allowed out of your room.