"Oh we all are living in a dream but life ain't what it seems oh everything's a mess... all I've ever known is pain,
fear, suffering, loss, starvation, cold ,anger, and frustration. I don't even have a name for myself! The only sort of name i've ever known is A-2315 that's my importance to their mission I don't know what it is all I know is injections,pain,
acheing, passing out then waking to find myself changed whether it's strength, intelligence, or something else I don't know they've cut me as well my chest do you see it? It has staples and stitches going through it. They don't provide us much anything no bed to sleep on just freezing cold concrete, barley any food or water the only thing we have for decency is a litter box that's changed every week. But, That'll change for we have labored and worked our way to an escape plan, I know some of us won't make it or at least one of us. ...And all these sorrows I have seen, they lead me to believe that everything's a mess..."
I lost all of my family to them they mutilated them beyond recognition, I want to sink my claws into their flesh drawing out their lifeblood and making them die slowly painfully to suffer as we have but I must get them to safety first because I'm special... I'm the last A class cat alive and as such I'm to be treated delicately by them, which means they can't visit me often which in my solitude is where I crafted my plan and forged it with the others, in three days we'll make our daring escape into the nearby dense... I believe their term is forest, there we'll be safe.