Images whirled through my half-conscious mind so fast I could barely make them out, if at all. So many sights, scents, and sounds mixed in these dreams to the point of overwhelming. The color that always seemed to be the most profound was red, why was there so much of it, and what did it mean. Adrenaline raced like fire through my veins to the point where it was painful; for some reason I just wanted it to end, I want to just cocoon myself in the warm darkness that I knew laid beyond these dreams. ’No, not yet... I'm not going to die, I refuse to,' where I got this will to live, not even I know.

My mind was brought back to consciousness by soft woof, but my eyes remained close from pain for the first thing I noticed was my heart beating painfully in my chest. I found it strange because I wasn't scared or excited, so why was my heart beating so painfully. I felt my sides heave shallowly in attempt to continue fill my lungs with air, air I needed for survival. My multicolored ears flicked as a soft voice, dragged my mind from its thoughts asking if I could open my eyes and if I was ok. My golden-orange eyes opened groggily in response, before my underused voice rasped out, "I don't know…. I don't know a lot of things; like where my family is, where I am." My vision was still blurring in and out of focus, making me almost nauseous. I lifted my head slightly hoping to catch a glance at who was speaking to me. My eyes caught a blur of silver, white, tan, and grey; before my head fell weakly back to its original position.