Slowly the snake slithered over his helpless body. Eyes, cold and unblinking, stared into his eyes. The long, long body dragged heavily across his throat. As he gulped in terror he could feel the dry rasp of scales against his Adam's Apple. Then, the sudden searing strike, the teeth sharp in his shoulder, the pain, the pain Motorway Madness, the papers called it once it again. The piled, burning cars and trucks. The blood and…