The Starry Vault

I can't call myself by my own name. I only remember two things - someone was chasing me, and someone was waiting for me at a very high place. When we climbed out of the crashed spacecraft, the earth was already dead. Ashes covered the sky, and survivors fought for their lives for a mouthful of clean water. And my body remembers everything: how to fight, how to kill, how to dismantle a person's joints in 0.3 Seconds. But they say I'm a savior. I don't know if I deserve it. Every time I close my eyes, there is a hand moving back, the fingertips getting further and further away from me. She's still up there. No matter what level of civilization it is, no matter who is standing in the way. I will take this dead planet and walk back step by step.