Awakening

It's been four years since I knew who I was.

Had I known I'd be robbed of my memory I'd have made a copy, but you don't get that luxury. So I don't know who I am, where I come from. All I know is I am here now, wading through raw sewage, muck coating my hands and knees, but that's little price to pay in exchange for freeing these two from this place. Perhaps if I could recall who I was I'd understand where my drive to protect these strangers comes from.

Maybe I'd know why I ended up at the ...