A prestine '58 Fury stared you down in a kingdom of rust and grime you called the junkyard. A scarlet angel living amongst rubble. Such a perfect pristine car out in the open without any damage. It might sound crazy but...it seemed like she wanted you to find her.

Wait.....she?! You shook your head and looked away from the vehicle. It's a car not a person! Why were you so esmerized by it? And why did calling her a woman...feel right?

As you looked away from her you suddenly hear metal scraping against itself and a strange shifting sound as a large omnibus shadow started to loom over. Slowly you turn your head and look up and fear as you see it....no....her.

Standing 10 feet tall with a red eyed gaze that could stun and curves that could kill....was Christine

You look lonely....I can fix that~