Revenge.

The lock dial twisted, and the safe door swung open. She pulled herself out, a growl emanating from her parched throat. Her cheekbones had sunken in, as had her eye-sockets - causing shadows to flicker across her pale face. Her sharp, jagged teeth were bared, as she at last opened her eyes. There was no difference in colour, the entire of her eye was black as the starless sky - her black, matted hair hung over her face, now hiding her face. Her movements were jittery, as if she were getting used to her body. A sadistic grin stretched her dry lips, causing the old blood to crack and peel. A child-like giggle escaped her. Alrena May Rouche was alive, and she was ready to kill the traitors that had abandoned and replaced her.