In a strange world as a Doppelganger

Chapter 1

I feel rain all over my body. It's not as cold as I am used to but it's still uncomfortable. 
There are echoes of memories in my mind but it's hard to pinpoint anything, images and sounds just dart around in my mind. I think I recall being asked a series of questions, though I can't remember what I replied or even if I replied.

I open my eyes and turn my face down towards the ground. The heavy droplets run down along my face. Curling up to a tighter ball as the dampness starts to feel chilly something feels slightly off. I feel like my arms and legs are longer than I am used to. Even though I can't really remember the length of my limbs or even what they look like, I still have a feeling in the back of my mind that they're slightly off.

Standing now on hands and knees my gaze lingers for a moment on my hands, they look weird.
I stand up and wonder if I was always this tall. I am not extremely tall right now but definitely taller than what I am used to. I hold my hands out and look at them, they look long. The oddness doesn't throw me off at all but spark a slight curiosity. 
Looking at my hands properly I realize that I have no nails, my fingers end in hardened, dark, points. My feet have a similar look to them and my skin seem to be slightly translucent. 

After spending sometime looking over myself I have come to a conclusion; I lack discerning features. I am pale, hairless and lack any characteristics that would determine my gender. 

Next I turn around and take in my surroundings; a forest of some kind. The trees grow tall and the canopies are thick. The rain is still pouring down in heavy drops. With wet steps I make my way to a nearby tree and press myself against the rough trunk. 

Not knowing exactly what to do I simply stood under the tree for a while, looking around at the nature around me. I could hear animals, smell the dirt (even though I wasn't too sure if I had a nose), feel the grass between my toes and see specks of color where flowers grew between the trees. Shelter, I decided upon. I need to make or find some sort of shelter to protect me from the elements.

A boulder of some sort stood at the edge of a clearing. Getting here had taken me only a few minutes, I had found a path and followed it. A quick trip around the boulder to get a good look at it. On the other side, the side facing the clearing, I found a small hole that had been dug out under it. I couldn't really see inside but the hole seemed fairly deep. I took a moment to consider but decided that the hole was small enough that if anything lives in there I could probably chase it off. 

Now I know that I could not even closely fit inside that hole but I was pretty sure that the rain had softened the earth enough for me to have a decent chance at making the entrance big enough to get in under the boulder.

I shoved my clawed fingers into the dirt and started scooping, putting all the mud I dug up into a single pile. My thought was that I could maybe use that to cover the entrance behind me later or just make it smaller and more hidden again.

Not even two minutes later I have the hole almost big enough to push my lithe shoulders through. I am however interrupted when a furry creature pops its head out of the hole and bites at my hands. My mind jumps to "Rat" but that doesn't describe it properly. The head is shorter and the toes on its front paws seem almost fused together looking close to a scoop or spade of some sort.

I swing my muddy hand at it in response to its bite attempt. I slap it hard on the side of it's face and it squeaks. With my other hand I grab around its neck and attempt to pull it up, out of the ground. It puts up more resistance than I expected, it's probably digging into the walls of the hole with its hind legs. The creature manages to twist its neck and bite my wrist. It hurts, a lot! Tightly pushing my fingers together I jab as hard as I can into the side of its necks. I can feel my fingertips breaking skin under its, now damp, fur. Red blood runs down my hand and is washed away by the rain. From my own arm there is a black liquid pouring out, probably my own blood. The creature is flailing around in my grasp, I feel my grip loosening and I debate internally if I should leave this creature alone. My thoughts are flying around and it slips out of my grasp. The creature starts burrowing back down under ground but stops for a moment, it looks at me for but a moment and disappears underground. 

My arm aches but I keep digging. The plan is to either agitate the creature further and finishing it off or simply forcing my way inside and deal with it then.

I get about a foot in when the hole opens up. I reach an arm inside and feel around carefully. I think I could fit inside if I really cram myself down in there. I do also feel wet fur that flinches at my touch but doesn't move from where it is. I assume that it's either too weak to do anything or maybe too afraid. I press myself through the hole and fold myself into a fetal position. I reach up with one of my arms and scoop the pile of dirt and mud over the hole, ignoring what rolls down onto me and I stare into the darkness of this little burrow. Not quite sure when but I eventually fall asleep.