The light hit Necros's eyes. His consciousness slowly knit itself back together. He looked around.
Everything looked different. He saw the burned corpses, the debris stacked in seemingly impenetrable walls.
Necros remembered what he had experienced before. He had a new-found joy for life. and he wanted to help.
Real help, not the kind from before, but Necros looked back, and it all fell apart.
A wounded woman was there, sobbing over a corpse.
"You killed my son!", she shouted.
"I'm sorry! I'm going to help...I'll, I'll..."
"No! You've helped enough!"
The woman reached down and picked up a piece of debris.
The debris curved a long arch until it reached Necros, crushing his skull.
The hit slowly rewound time, He could feel his ears becoming ancestral synapisd skull bones, the eye socket morphing, faster and faster...to basal synapsid...to basal amniote...to basal life...to nothing.
He had been saved.
