<strong>Roderick - Outside the parking lot</strong><br/><br/>As the moon finally crept back out from the clouds, tentatively peeking its light down onto the madness below, the full extent of the damage to the woman was clearly visible.  Most of her head and body, including the left half of her face, was completely smashed in.  Brains and viscera were everywhere.  Even her left leg was so thoroughly pummeled that it was simply impossible for her to be standing as she now was.  There was no way that she could still be alive, much less conscious, standing and staring with cold, dead eyes.<br/><br/>The other woman screamed in horror and confusion, gripping the other man in a trembling embrace to save her from the madness.  He stood next to her, arms around her but frozen in terror as his brain struggled with the understanding of the insanity before him.<br/><br/>Something black flickered at the corpse's hands, ebon but shifting like tiny flames that threatened to ignite into a conflagration of vengeance.  If the sense of unnaturalness from the monstrous zombie-like thing wasn't enough, the black fires that she was creating were proof enough of her unholy nature.  Yet something about Roderick made her pause, looking back to him and briefly staying her hand.<br/><br/>Her expression was impossible to read.  Her face was too badly broken so that she barely even looked human anymore, but her cold, dead eyes seemed to carry their own story.  "Why?" she repeated in a bloody mess that eked its way out of her battered lungs and sprayed down the front of her ruined dress.  "Why did I have to die?  It should be them!"  She pointed a twisted finger at the terrified pair.  "I had things I had to do.  But I can still fix this..."  She tried to start to look back at the paralyzed couple, but kept her corpselike gaze upon Roderick, as if to beg his assistance.  The agony of her condition became more and more noticeable with each passing moment.