Elena glanced around as the streets seemed to rain blood and debris. It was a sight familiar to her from her many years in Moldova, but one not quite as familiar in Las Vegas. These streets hadn't seen such widespread epic destruction in many years, truth be told, and it was something that was direly needed. If she was honest, she relished in it, the bloodshed empowered her. 

She stepped forward to the very center of the Las Vegas streets and cleared her throat loudly. Looking around as a modest crowd gathered, no doubt in awe of her inked appearance, she began to speak. 

"So, that was something, wasn't it? Anyone else excited?" She grinned as she saw glistening smiles spread through the crowd. It reminded her of home, of where she was happiest, where she had completed some of her best work. 

"I suppose most of you can guess why I'm here today. Given the events of the last few days, these shores are severely lacking leadership. I have been tasked by Bollix to spread my infection throughout Las Vegas." 

She looked around to the crowd again, but got the feeling she needed to elaborate more. "Of course, by that, I mean that I will be setting up my own family, The Infected, based in Paradise - all with the authority given by the beautiful Bollix. I swore I would never do this, but as an ode to my old friend..."

She took a deep breath, before raising her left leg as high as she could, spreading her arms wide, and stomping emphatically into the ground. 
She then turned towards Oblivion, who appeared out of nowhere after her stomp. It was the summoning call.

"Let’s get started, old friend."