Rose had had the rather bad misfortune to have been near a gas main when the... whatever it was... had gone off. The vibrations had splintered the pipe and then created sparks and then, well, the phrase fwooosh came to mind.
That had hurt. A lot. She was pretty certain she'd lost most of her skin there. What was seen pulling itself out of the rubble might well have been called a monster. No hair to speak of, blackened skin sliding off in chunks as new skin began to replace it underneath, eyes starting to regrow themselves.
"Ghhrh..." Great. Her tongue hadn't grown back yet.
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