As you continue being overly depressed at your current state,
(Which is understandable in this sort of situation, honestly.)
You pause as you hear something behind you, and you quickly do a one eighty before backing against the clear dome wall.
‘Who’s there?’ You “speak”, intent on keeping your...*ahem* self away from any other Spinosaurids ready to “get it on” as some say.
Your eyes dart back and forth anxiously, trying to scour out the source of the sound. ‘Listen, whoever you are, I just n-Ah!’
You yelp as a small Vole-like creature scurries from the underbrush, darts between your legs, and takes a right turn before disappearing again. You twitch slightly before shaking your head in disgust.
‘All that over some weird fuzzy rat thing. Geez, get it together...’
You growl to yourself before continuing onwards at a clumsy pace.
Eventually, you find a large riverbed, which of this were in a normal situation, you could follow it back to civilization if you so needed.
Except this isn’t normal, and “Civilization” doesn’t exist here at all. Relieved at seeing water, you walk towards the riverbed, then proceed to lay down in exhaustion, hoping that it’s just a dream.
Except it’s not a dream, because you have a male spinosaurus looking down at you quizzically, or that’s what it would look like if Dinosaurs had human like facial expressions, which they don’t.
‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!’
You yell/roar in a panic, stumbling up to get away from the new guy.
‘No, no, hey, wait! You’re-uh, wait, what was that word again?’
The male Spinosaur questions as you proceed to get away to about 15 feet before turning around and stopping upon hearing him.
‘...Huh?’
‘I can’t remember it. I’ve been here long enough i’m forgetting words...’
You stare dumbly at him.
‘...What?’
The male spinosaurus ‘sighs’ in annoyance and shakes his head.
‘I’m in your exact situation, but I forgot how it happened.’
You back away a little more and cock your head quizzically.
‘In...my situation? What do you mean? Like, um, formerly human?’
The male spinosaurus bobs his head so eagerly you’d think he was a bobble head you’d find at a yard sale in Connecticut.
‘Yes! Hu-...Hum-Person? Damn it. It’s worse then before, geez. Yes.’
‘What do you mean by ‘worse’?’ You ask him rhetorically.
‘I’ve forgotten a few things. I’ve forgotten my hometown, for one...’
You’re increasingly concerned about all of this right now.
‘Well, uh, listen, Mr...’ you trail off, hoping he gives his name.
‘Andretti. I think. Maybe it was Alex...Aderall? No...Adam?’
‘Let’s go with Alex. You look like an Alex,’ you say, hoping to move things along.
‘Really?’
‘...Yeaaaah.’
‘Great! Uh...well. Now that’s out of the way, do you need help?’
You look down at your razor sharp claws, which is one of the many unpleasant reminders of what you are as of current.
‘Help with...existing?’
‘The gist of it, yes.’ The male responds.
You look at him hesitantly before responding:
‘Uhmmm...’