I sat alone, curled into a ball. It was night, and as per usual it was all I could do to keep myself in the cave which I made my home of sorts, struggling against... them. The brethren moons... I was a necromorph, and I wasn't sure how many of the things from my world, or from the game. From what I knew, both from what I had seen in this world, and from the barest bits of what I understood from the cacophony of the moons, there was nothing else out there except for the natural parts of this world. But that wouldn't last. I could hear the brethren moons, and that meant that someday, maybe not now, maybe not even for centuries, but someday... They would come. The markers would emerge, and this world would be baptized in blood and fire. Something was holding these events back though, and the moons sought to break me, to make me into the weapon by which the end of this world would come. I would raze all which lay in my path, spread their corruption and then release the seals of the pit which bound the markers influence. But I would not. I did not break, and even still I struggle against them each night they haunt me and only in the day do I have any amount of control other than keeping them from using me.

The screams rose one night, going beyond all else that they had ever done to me. But this was different. The voices which screamed with anger and hate now showed... fear? They were afraid, and desperate to break me. I was spasming on the ground, screeching in pain. I was finally at the edge, nearly lost in the dark when suddenly... nothing. All went silent, the voices gone from me for the first time in almost a century. Then I heard something new... singing. A song filled my broken mind, singing of sorrow and peace. A young woman's voice sang through my mind, and for the first time since my arrival, I sank into the peaceful bliss of a dreamless slumber.

When I woke, the sun just barely had risen, and for the first time I felt... happy. My mind was completely my own. Each day before I had still felt the moons calling me, echoing in the back of my mind. But today, as I felt out for anything, the only thing in my mind was the simple song of that woman. The song did not command action or desire my obedience, it simply wanted peace. It was a song without words, but it still conveyed kindness and sympathy, and hearing it I felt as if the one who had brought my mind back into itself wanted nothing but the best for me.

My mind was clear, the fog blown away. Everything that I was rushed back to me, and I finally remembered all that I had lost. Until now I was just a broken shell, barely able to hold myself from being overwhelmed. I looked to my side, and saw the backpack with my belongings, only opened in the time that I'd been here so that I could maintain the materials inside from being degraded. I had kept my materials from harm in the basic way I had lived. The walls of my cave were marked with scratches, to the point where I had to clean the walls at the end of each year to keep time. I looked about my cave and then opened my bag. Laying inside were the belongings I had from my world. A phone and charger, long since drained. A wallet, now holding useless money  that would hold no value here. Keys to an apartment and car I did not doubt would have been given up in my absence. Then the items of true value that I sought. A simple outfit of jeans and a T-shirt, that I had never worn in my dazed state for fear of destroying them in my madness, and the plasma cutter which had brought me to this state. I felt a grin cover my twisted features.

"My name... My name is Jack... I remember now. I remember it all. I do not know you, savior, but you have my thanks and eternal gratitude. "

I rasped, starting to dress myself, having to be delicate around the parts of my form such as my blades. For the first time in my recent memory I knew of myself and I knew what to do. I finished putting myself back together and set out. My future on Earth was stolen away, and I was most likely thought dead. Here though, I at least knew that there was someone out there that cared for me despite my form. This woman of an unknown age and species, on an alien planet which I finally had the mental fortitude to explore and learn about, was out there. I owed her my life, and so I set out to pay her back for all that she had given back to me...