Gaark floated in the large pool of water in the cavern. It brought some memories back to him, memories of when he was young. He remembered jumping from the top of the upwards pathway, straight into the pool. The same pathway that led into the inner portions of the cavern, where people commonly spent their day.
When he was six years old, jumping into the pool was the most entertaining thing in the world to him. He learned to swim at five years old, and hadn't looked back ever since. He could still swim after all these years, after all the brain damage, and it was the one thing that stuck with him.
Gaark was hoping to fetch more memories, as if he was trying to fish them out of the pool itself, but he wasn't having any luck yet. The small fish that tickled his feet now and then, broke his focus.
"What the fuck happened to me?" He whispered to himself, "Why were those idiots with wooden masks eating people? Did I eat people?"
