The last thing she had seen and heard was a rush of the air past her ears as she made contact with the ground.
After that, she was out like a light. But that cold black dark she had been expecting for many decades didn't take her. Instead, it was a misty, minty green with a hint of the clinical and more than a hint of apathy.
It spoke to her.
She didn't understand it, but what she gleaned from at the very least the vague hints of inflection left by the sound waves she could catch through what may as well have been thick, fuzzy earmuffs was intended to be in some way comforting. Not that it helped when the last thing she saw in the waking world was rocky, jagged floors coming into contact with her head at approximately too fast miles per hour. The waiting room to the afterlife always seemed like it would be more blue, but the cloudy part was aced with honors.
Eventually, the green subsided and fell with her into the blackness she was anticipating. It crept upon her but when it could get a good grip it whipped her away and didn't let go for what may have been eons. All sound, previously merely incoherent and barely audible, now ceased, and all vision lost. All that was left was a blackness, or possibly dark grayness, which had a peculiar seemingly underwater quality to it. Yet her thoughts were not extinguished for another few minutes, open as she was to the possibility of it being years before her mind shut off. After a while, she refused to fight any longer, succumbing to what surely was the final darkness of death.
Until it wasn't.
Instead, one day she found that she could not only think but look and hear, concepts which, for the first time in her life, were alien.
Her sight was filled with visions of strange and yet strangely familiar creatures lined up facing and indeed looking at in contempt for it and contempt for themselves the stiff, decomposing corpse of a bipedal crocodilian covered head to toe in scales which may have meant to approximate the colors of blue and red in life but in death with the combination of spilled blood and the earliest manifestation of putrefaction have melded together to create a terrible marble pattern consisting of sickly greens, browns, blacks, and yellows. Its head was smashed open and its skull cracked, showing a missing portion of sickeningly gray-blue brain from a peep hole the size of a door key. Blood had already seeped down from the rest of its body to the back, pooling at the bottom. Its eyes bulged out to two different directions, discolored from being days removed from its death and likely helped by the blunt force trauma to the face. The arms seemed the most familiar, and so most alarming, as if she had been acquainted with them at some point long ago in the ancient past.
Try as she might, she couldn't shake the feeling.
The black, round mass of a still living creature in the middle of three turned to the pink one, scratching the back of his neck. If it had worked in the past, he had never seen it.
"Are you positive this is going to work?" he asked, incredulously.
The pink one responded negatively, though noted that not only had it worked so far, but that if it didn't completely work, they would have some time to attempt to find another method. Finally, he acquiesced. She was looking up when he grabbed her ankle and dragged her toward the body, and for all her attempts at resistance—she tried to wrest his hand from her leg but he kept a firm grip—after only a little while finally she was sent flying into the corpse. The pink one said a quick phrase, her vision quickly flashed a bight ivory white which lingered far longer than it ought to have, and the next time she tried to move her arm the nearly blackened rotting appendage initially belonging to the carcass moved instead.
Before she could turn her head to look at them the pink one said another phrase and the blood receded from the bottom of her body, it gained some color back, and her vision seemed to relax in a way, becoming much sharper. But before the body she was locked into was in anything considered good, or for the record living shape, the changes stopped and she was let go, the last modification being the at least partial restoration of the corpse's jaw and nose.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," said the black mass, extending his arm.