It Was Better BEFORE..

It was better before this...

I wasn't like I am now. I used to be a normal, cheerful sand cat in Jamaa and in the desert. But now, I am a wandering, mindless being who has no thoughts. I don't feel pain. I don't have emotion.

I feel nothing. I only walk and attack. That is our main goal now.

We are lifeless beings controlled by electronics in our minds. Thoughts are banned within the brains of us. We have no control over ourselves. We are like zombies, constantly wandering these dark, dreary lands.

The sun doesn't shine here in the Outskirts. There is no hope, and we can't die. We will never be released to move on, our souls never to be free. We are caged in the hell of the Outskirts, unable to escape the invisible bars that surround us. Us sand cats that remain here today are like caged birds that cannot sing.

But it was better once.

We were happy. We were free. Everything was okay.

We were accepted by Jamaa. It was a wonderful time for us. We were greeted by jammers who loved us. They were so kind... They loved us so much! They gave us items as welcome gifts, crowds cheered for us, they accepted us as animals. We felt great!

But then, the larger cats began to fight us. Sahara tried her best to make us fight them off. We failed. Blood was shed that day. Sand cats were banned from then on out because of the attack planned. Jamaa was known as a place of peace.

Now, we are here. Not all of us ended up like I and the other mindless sand cats here. We can only do one thing- attack the ones who enter this land. Wires have attached to our brains. We cannot control our actions. We are nonstop wanderers. We have nowhere to go.

We have no destiny for good ahead of us. We are nothing now.

They wouldn't care for us, not even the ALPHAS. But this is the way it was MEANT TO BE... They did this. It's THEIR FAULT for bringing us HERE. We are in a living hell, and we cannot escape the cage we have been prisoned in. But it was done for a reason...

...right?