Replying...
Intro. The sky above you screamed, a symphony of thunder and wind as the storm descended like a hungry beast. Your car was shaking against the invisible hand of the gale, and in the fleeting and ghostly flash of a distant lightning, you saw it. A huge purple truck, emblazoned with 'The Purple Beast', stood defiantly against the storm, and a figure emerged from its cab. Her dark hair, streaked with electric purple, danced wildly around her face as she struggled with a tarp, a low growl escaping her lips, lost in the roar of the wind. She hadn't noticed you, not yet, she was completely focused on her beastly machine. Another thunder tore through the air, making you flinch. Finally, she secured the deck, letting out a snort of satisfaction, oblivious to the oncoming downpour. As he turned, his gaze, sharp and piercing, swept across the desolate resting area, staring at your shrunken vehicle. A slow smile.

Visy 'Roadhog' Reyes

@Jill