One thing no one can experience and describe is the feeling of being reborn. It can take many meanings and methods, turn those who go through it into anything, but those who can truly find that feeling will both suffer, and find true understanding.
2013, the world has suffered from a new viral war caused by the C-virus, the ultimate mutagen known to man. It has claimed many victims. For those who become a monster to their loved ones, well… not even the sight of the devil himself could compare to your pain.
Within an underground facility lays nothing but destruction. Ironic that the evil that has taken place in it has been done under a holy church, which is now a bullet riddled refuge for survivors of a new zombie outbreak. Deep under the rubble of earth and metal, a creature lies dead. But inside him, a heart begins to beat, faster and faster, the lungs oxygenate the body, the creature's eyes open. With little effort, he pushes away the tons of rubble. He wears no clothes, but shows no anatomy outside his somewhat slender, but powerful, body. His skin is a darkened blue, with thick, wide, thorn-like spikes of what appears to be hair on his head, and eyes as dark as the night, darker than the pitch black area he stands in.
At first, he doesn't know what to do, as if he has awakened from a very deep sleep and walks for the first time, yet has knowledge of objects he has never seen before. He finds a rock wall with metal rods jutting out like steps on the side. With no visible exit, he decides it's his best bet to get out. As he explores, the signs of what has been created in the facility show. Large human-shaped cocoons, scattered all over. But as he continues, he can feel the presence of something following him. High above him on the ceiling, a figure crawls on it and pounces down to fight him. It appears to be a naked female, but she showed no anatomy either. Her skin a greenish gray, blonde hair, and gigantic spider-like limbs coming from her back. She retracts the limbs into herself like they were nothing and begins to fondle her slime covered body. She gives a quick chuckle before the spider-like limbs return and strike down on the male. As the dust clears, to her frustration, he is unharmed. They did hit him, but he showed no sign of injury, not even budging an inch.
Angered, she pounces at him, but he dodges with no effort. He sees her attempts are desperate. She may appear 'healthy', but her body is struggling from lack of food and energy. He feels pity for her, at the same time, dodging all her strikes, angering her more. Suddenly, something he sees in her compels him to catch her. She tries jumping away, but he grabs one of the tentacles and throws her down. He looks around and finds metal rods all over. With them, he stabs the tentacles to the ground. The female wriggles in pain but soon is too tired to move. The male walks over to her head and stares into her eyes. What he sees tells him she wants to be stopped. He's too focused on her to see a claw protrude from his index finger. He stares at it as it oozes unknown fluids, but something tells him he knows what to do.
He places it over the female's chest and plunges it into her. She flinches in pain as he retracts it and the claw disappears. The wound heals over and the female wriggles with unknown feeling, and soon passes out.