Like a spider, she came crawling over the top, shifting the rubble beneath her as she came. Ray looked, wide-eyed over his shoulder at the filthy disheveled creature that stared back at him with the same cold dead eyes of the bear he saw earlier. Her white hair was matted and covered in dirt. Her face was black with filth. The arms had been torn off of her shirt, which hung in tatters from her body. He looked at her in amazement and whispered “Roberta….”; it was not a question.