A strange creature appears.
If it were human, it would wear white in summer. This creature is all black, top to bottom. Pitch black, like charcoal.
At the top is something round, like a head. Shoulders, maybe, maybe a trunk. Legs. But, it has no face. Only blackness where eyes and nose and mouth should be. Frightening.
"Please!", you say. "Pull yourself together!"
Instead it shudders, and lies still.
Two miles from the burning city, to die with you for companion on a lonely country road.