The Rescuer and the Captive. part 1

The Rescuer and the Captive
I remember the terrible storm
      What a terrible storm... So much water and wind... I woke up in a daze. My head was so foggy. My legs wouldn't work right. The large ones would come if I stayed out in the open like this, but I couldn't run, couldn't even walk. I tried to pull myself along, but it was painful going. I was too slow; they found me before I could make it to cover.
      I had been taught since my youth to stay far away and out of sight of the large ones. They dwarfed us in size, so maybe they assumed they were the dominant species. It's not like we could ask them. They had me surrounded. They were watching my distress. I still couldn't see well in my dazed state, but they were poking me with something. Then they just left, I was too groggy to fathom the reason. Maybe they'd already learned what they needed from watching me. Maybe they thought I was as good as dead anyways. I was too tired to dwell on it. I would just rest.
       Wait! I had been trying to get somewhere. What had I been doing? Oh, I needed cover, but I was so tired. It was too hard to move.
       One of them was back, or maybe it was a different one; I couldn't be sure, but I was too spent to run now anyways. Couldn't move enough to fight back. And so cold and wet. The large one picked me up and put me in box. It took me away. It seemed we were traveling somewhere faster than I was used to ever going by foot even when I ran. When we got wherever we were going, I was taken in the box into one of their big buildings. Some fluffy dry stuff was put in the box on me and something radiating heat was put next to me. I just lay there, devastated; getting taken by a large one meant you didn't come back.