The fading life

He found her lying on the pier, cold and alone in the morning mist. B'Naan! He stopped in his tracked, shivered, then hurried to pick her up. Her yellow shell had gotten brown bruises in several spots and he knew that she wouldn't last long in there. He started to carefully and methodically strip her from her battered suit, and could see that the damage had not yet been collateral. He knew that this was not a moment to hesitate. There was only one thing he could do, to avoid further decomposition. He put her in his mouth.