<strong>Roderick - Near a parking lot between Federal Street and Rose Avenue</strong><br/><br/>The man and woman were both about 30, dressed for a nightclub and the nervous glances that they gave each other suggested that they barely knew each other.  They were still adjusting to the relative darkness of the area, with the car still facing away so that the headlights were going the wrong way.<br/><br/>With a sudden lurch, the girl on the ground forced her way back up from the bloody street.  The sudden plops and gurgling noises of her corpse unsettling itself further stained the cement.  The motto written upon the building suddenly shifts, somehow legible despite the thick haze of black, going from "Get some rest and peace" to "<strong>Let her rest in peace</strong>."<br/><br/>A sharp sense of inherent wrongness emanates from the shambling creature.  Her leg only dangling enough to barely let her start hobbling towards the other two with painful distrust and hatred in her eyes, she manages a thick, gurgling "Why?" in a rush of bile and phlegm.  The other two stand motionless, completely shocked and helpless, but they also seem to notice the sign change by the way their eyes drift briefly over towards the building.