Yolanda was curled up under a small and dilapidated enclosure at the once thriving zoo. She was in her snake form, finding it easier to blend into the dying grass with her darker colours. The only thing that stood out on her were her black markings, looking something akin to an ink blot in a Rorschach test. In her human form, the blots shifted into an elaborate tattoo that marked most of her back; a morbid artwork of demons and fallen angels, watched over by the Devil himself. Yolanda supposed her shifting into a snake fit in with her tattoo. She could be the snake in the Garden of Eden.

Lifting her head at the sound of passing footsteps, she was surprised to see both human and animal activity; something that hadn't been linked with the zoo in a long time. Uncoiling, she slipped slowly from under the enclosure, first making sure that her bag of clothing was nearby. Now behind the enclosure, she shifted to her human form, flexing her back. Quickly, Yolanda stooped and brought out the bag, getting dressed in simple black jeans, Converse and a white singlet. Hanging the bag over her shoulder, she quietly watched as the strangers, both animal and human, wandered around.