...It's All Screwed.

Nothing could have been worse than this, with the possible exception of them having found a rotting corpse. The only difference that separated that scenario from the one in front of them was the faint reverberation of a sluggish heartbeat underneath their feet.

The female titan was barely alive in the strictest sense possible. Her beating heart was the only piece of evidence that she still had some life in her, for her body had already begun to fail her.

It was cold and stiff. Her body had lost the warmth and plasticity that was frequently attributed to the living. There was no other way to describe other than something akin to the rigor mortis that the recently deceased were fated to experience. 

When Reed knelt down and put one of his hands on her skin, all he felt was an unnatural rigidity and absence of body warmth. It had not been like that before if his memory still served some purpose.