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Shadow (66 million years later)

Breeze's voice was muffled in my ears, for all I heard were the deathly ringing noise of the explosion. I felt her small little head push up against my cheek to wake me.

But though all the pain, all the agony, all the deaths....I couldn't wake.

Nor did I want to.

Breeze squealed again, bumping my bony skull, then nibbled at my thick cheek to haul me awake. Her tail tapped upon my scales, and her claws dragged uselessly across its roughness.

But despite being unconscious, I stayed quiet. I didn't care if I was alive or not.

I wished I wasn't.

Breeze tore weakly at my snout with her brittle and unsharpened teeth, bumping me again, then let out a tiny little high-pitched roar.

Please just kill me world, I terribly sobbed in my mind, please don't let me live like this. Why must I survive when my friends and family didn't?

Breeze called again, pressing her cheek into my cold lifeless side, making me sob even more. She cuddled up nearby my neck, taking in the last bits of warmth from my body.

I couldn't feel or see, but I knew that my thigh and calf were gushing with gallons blood, which I'm guessing Breeze noticed, for when she moved to my underbelly, the dark tip-tapping of my own splashing blood filled my small ears with eerie dread.

I had to be dead then.

I could recall when I was awake. Walking across a dead landscape covered in rubble, ash, and crimson blood.

Seeing Dad's scorched and crushed corpse and Feather boiled flesh and neck. Glancing sorrolly at a broken Deinonychus in a deathly coma. And the pterodactyl family, for only their wing remained...and...

I went quiet again.

.....it was too much death. I couldn't contain it at all, and it shook me to see my friends and family this way.

I couldn't bear surviving all of this, while watching innocents die right before my eyes.

Watching my entire species just go extinct in one second.

Whiteclaw could be dead for that fact of the matter, and last I saw Atlas, I was dragging him into the portal, seeing holes of his flesh where small glass particles slid clean though his body.

He could be dead too.

And if I die.....then Breeze, her sibling egg, the Quetzalcoatlus....

It was a perfect set up, I realized, even if we had escaped the destruction of our world...we were going to die anyways.

Extinction would never lose.

Breeze cuddled up next to my body again, and sank into sleep, while my lost body still laid as quiet and still as the day it arrived in this cold new world.

Motionless.

I could feel something strange through my close eyelids, like some sort of arising light. The cold darkness paused and rewinded, and a warm array of touch trickled over my skin. I felt confused, for this new feeling was strangely familiar in a way.

But when the light finally flashed a red glow on my body, pure worry spread over my body. Was if its fire? Or smoke or another firestorm? I shuddered inside, Perhaps the world did listen to my pleads.

At the same time, I felt the life inside my awaken, for it transferred its energy to my limbs that hung limply over my body. My tail flickered around first before it touched my claws, then made its way through my underbelly into my snout.