[This is a Round Robin, which means that each person takes the story in any direction he or she wishes, as long as it's reasonably consistent with what went before. Limit your posts to three or four sentences. One sentence is good. So is one word. It's your call. I'll continue to repost Zombie Robin through Halloween, at least until someone has provided a suitably horrific ending.]
Meanwhile in a lab hidden high in the Carpathian mountains....
The doctor, once a respected veterinarian now mad with lust for power over life itself, laid out the parts carefully on the bed of shaved ice next to his operating theatre. Components from donors only recently deceased to replace the parts damaged in last years failed attempt to destroy the evil, undead bird.. New leathery bat wings to carry him silently through the black of night; new razor talons to rend the bodies of his victims; a new beak, sharp as a shard of broken glass to penetrate their sweet flesh and drink the warm, salty flow that sustains his unholy, undead life. . . . (The story continues below the fold)