we hear the roar of an approaching motorcycle, then an engine cutting out. curve looks back the way he came.
with a shaking hand, judah dips his fingers into the pooling blood and begins to paint his face. a swatch of blood over one eye, then a swatch over the other. a long, bloody smear over his lips.
ashe sits up, stares at the crows, fascinated, frightened. then his eyes fall to the faces of the people around him. we are in dream-time now, blurring the edges of reality.
ashe looks up at judah, fueled by a righteous rage that's been burning since the moment of his resurrection. he rises. all reason is gone. the only think that remains for ashe is an unbridled animal fury.