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.