THE ROAD IS BLOCKED.           
 TWO  CREATURES,  ALIVE,  AND  A  BURNING 
    CAR. THE WINDSHIELD IS SHATTERED,     
               FROM OUTSIDE.              
                                          
                                    
             
                                    
                                          
  THE WOMANS NAME IS LYNNE, SHE HEADS   
   FROM THE PENINSULA OF KOLA - CALLED    
    THERE LONG AGO BY THE DEPTH OF THE    
   BORING HOLE, NOW AGAIN RETURNING TO    
    DENSER CIVILIZATION. BUT SHE IS NOT   
   HUMAN. SHE HAS LONG CLAWS WITH WHICH   
  SHE PICKS OUT THE FLESH OF HER PREY AND 
    TEARS AT IT WITH HER TEETH, BLOOD     
  DRIPPING ONTO THE DIRT ROAD. SHE DOES   
      NOT LOOK UP FROM HER KILLING.       
                                          
    HER STEED IS HORNBLENDE, A DARK     
    HORSE, A GLOWING PANTHER. SHE'S AN    
    EXTREMELY DIGITGRADE THING, WITH A    
 POLITE FACE. WHILE HER REGULAR (AND NOW  
  DISINTERESTED) MOUTH IS RESPONSIBLE FOR 
     EATING PLANT MATTER (MOSTLY FATTY    
     FRUITS LIKE AVOCADO) HER TAIL IS     
  CARNIVOROUS AND HAS A MOUTH (AND WILL?) 
   OF ITS OWN. THE ENTIRE TAIL IS HOLLOW  
  AND JUICY, AND FEELS WONDERFUL INSIDE.