Alone, Bridget dashed from corridor to corridor, finding herself in an empty street. She tripped, losing her helmet and letting her long blonde lockes flow as she ran, landing facing an alley. Within she saw glowing eyes, and as her eyes analyzed it, it was drooling blood as it stood over a dead woman. Licking its lips with an abnormally long tongue, it approached her. Now was the worst time for her to have one of her attacks, and she curled up into a ball before the creature, which began to limp toward her under the flickering streetlight.