Bodies on the beach

With her last breath she lifted the body up onto the bleached rocks.

Her scarred ghost-white body making a light smack as it hit the sand. She had known that it was going on for too long, that the wounds were lethal. Even still, she wanted it to end this way, she wanted her last act to be for something, even to just save another. Deep down, she felt she was undeserving of her chassis. That her body was a curse more than a blessing.

Perhaps if she had thought more about it she would’ve realized that dying here would mean less people to impact before she left. Perhaps her proper lesson should’ve been selfishness to preserve her nature. Her spread would widen, the web growing with each action. As it stood, the time for analysis was long since past. She was long gone.